When the first rays of the morning sun pierced through the vast swamps of the wetlands, driving the darkness out of the world, Gul'dan stepped out of his tent, and stood in the last shadow before dawn, looking out over the orc camp, and in the silence he once again smelled the smell of a little fishy smell - it was his favorite, the smell of blood.

Looks like Grom wasn't idle last night! Gul'dan thought so, glancing up at the sunlight that was advancing this way, and reached out to cover his hood - the sun, which he hated the most.

"Gul'dan, Grom and the Warsong Clan have already killed all the orcs of the other clans!" Gugar came out of nowhere, and appeared behind Gul'dan; He wore the same hood as Gul'dan, except that his two heads were so strange that they only covered the back of his head.

"Hmm...... Did you do what I asked, did you make the soul stone? Gul'dan nodded, then asked.

"Yes, Gul'dan. But this trick of yours is so powerful, I am worried that you don't have enough souls to use, and you can get Grom to provide us with so many souls. Now even if you go to that legendary place, you ......" The head on the right side of Gugar seems to be a little sleep-deprived, and his eyes are closed all the time, and the conversation with Guldan is done by the head on the left.

"Silence! Gugar, silence! Gul'dan sternly stopped the ogre's words, "I don't want the other orcs, especially Grom and Zuhd, to know about that, you know?" Idiot! ”

"Yes. Yes......" The head to the right of Gugar was frightened by Gul'dan's voice and replied busily.

"Oh yes, Gul'dan. About Zuhed...... He and his Dragonthroat Clan, as well as the two Blackhan cubs, seem to be dissatisfied with your arrangement...... Do you want to ......" This time it was the head on the left side of Gugar who spoke, and as he spoke, he made a "cross-cutting" gesture with his hand under his own neck.

"Hey, bastard! Compare it to yourself! Why use me as a comparison? The head on the right side of Gugar was dissatisfied, feeling that the head on the left had violated his territory.

"Shut up, idiot!" The head to the left of Gugal shouted loudly. Then his right hand was raised, and he struck the right head hard.

"It hurts!" Gugar's two heads shouted at the same time—each with its own mind, but also with its own body. But the pain sensation seems to be shared.

"How dare you hit me!" The head to the right of Gugar roared loudly, and he attacked the left head with his left hand.

So, soon the two heads and hands of Gugal were in a mess; These two heads seem to be inherently unaccustomed to each other, and they are both ruthless. The sound of "thump" and screams of pain were endless.

Looking at the Gugar in front of him, he was concentrating on playing "two-handed fighting". Gul'dan didn't bother to bother with him anymore - this man was much smarter than the other ogres, but he was still an idiot after all; Of course, stupidity is good, at least I can trust him a little more.

As for Zuhd and the Dragonthroat Clan...... Gul'dan had no idea of targeting them for the time being; Because, whatever Zuhd and his men think, the power of this orc tribe may be able to be used by themselves in the future, but it is also when they get to that place. What happened after seizing the mysterious power there......

"Grom, do you really ......" Zuhd looked at Grom in front of him in surprise? Hell roars; The chief of the Warsong Clan was armed with men. It's almost like being fished out of a pool of blood, and there is a thick murderous aura all over his body.

I don't know if it's his own delusion, Zuhd even felt that the blood had dyed Grom's green skin reddish; The small spikes found on Grom's body gradually became more obvious, as if bone nails had grown on his skin.

"Really? Really killed that waste? Don't look surprised, Zuhd, I know you're watching while the warriors of our Warsong Clan and I are doing these things—with those two Blackhan cubs. Grom spoke as unceremoniously as ever.

Zuhd was silent at first - Grom was right, he and his Dragonthroat Clan didn't do anything last night when the Warsong Clan suddenly attacked the orcs of the other ten clans in the orc camp, just watched quietly.

The Warsong Clan quickly wiped out the other orcs in the camp of orcs, and until now, the corpses of those orcs were still lying haphazardly in the camp, and the bright red blood stained the grass in the camp into reddish-brown mud.

"Grom, do you really think Gul'dan is right? When the group of humans came to the camp and saw that so many orcs were dead, wouldn't they wonder who killed them? Zuhd felt that Gul'dan's nonsense last night was simply untenable.

"Of course they're going to be confused, and I don't think the leader of the group of humans would believe that all the orcs died here." Grom slung the "blood roar" on his shoulders and said nonchalantly.

"Then you still ......" Zuhd did not understand why Grom slaughtered these people when he knew that Gul'dan was making up lies.

"Because I don't care at all, and I don't want them to follow me." Grom's blood-red eyes were full of mania, "With these guys following, even if they go to the new continent, they will only become warriors who hinder our Warsong Clan." So, instead of waiting until then, let's do it right now. As for you, Zuherd, and your Dragonmaw Clan, and those two Blackhan cubs, I hope you can restrain them. If you're a drag on our Warsong clan like these orcs, I don't mind repeating what just happened. ”

This...... What is this? There was a look of disbelief in Gul'dan in his eyes - what Grom was saying...... It's as if he slaughtered these orcs just on a whim?

"All right, Zuherd. I don't have time to be here with you to mourn this group of waste, and I'm going to go to Gul'dan now and ask him when the goblin ships will be able to get here. Grom left with his "blood roar" on his shoulder, and Zuhd watched as an orc corpse stood in front of Grom, who then unceremoniously stepped into the wet muddy lawn.

This is the tribe now? -- A sad feeling arose in Zuhd's heart -- How far could such a tribe, ruled by the murderous Grom and the ulterior motives of Gul'dan, advance on that strange road? (To be continued......)