Ever since the orc warlock named Agmar was gone, perhaps because Agmar had mentioned that Gul'dan was coming, Orgrim had been restless and always felt that something bad was going to happen. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The reason why he ran away and took such a big risk to come to this new continent was to avoid Gul'dan, the tribe that no longer fought for honor. Gul'dan and the tribes controlled by the Black Hand have led the tribal warriors who follow them astray, and it is also a point of no return. With such a deformed and developed tribe, it is the best choice to break away from it.

Although he landed in a daze, and fought with those long-eared guys in a daze, he finally gained a firm foothold here, and those long-eared guys didn't want to regain this land anymore. This offshore area looks a little barren, but compared to his hometown, it is much better. Those who followed him also looked content, and they were working hard to rebuild a new tribe.

But it all seemed to be going to be shattered, just because of the presence of that Agmar. Orgrim was in his thoughts, when a "thump" sound outside the door interrupted his thoughts.

"What's going on?" Orgrim stood up, yelling, and walked out. His nerves were now highly tense, and the slightest movement could make his heart flutter.

"Hmph, Orgrim, is that how your guards welcome your leader?" A slightly hoarse voice, remembered at the door.

Orgrim was stunned and sighed inwardly. This is really afraid of something, and this Gul'dan is coming too quickly.

A strong orc in a hooded robe walked in slowly, followed by two masked black-clad orcs, none other than Gul'dan, whom Orgrim feared.

"Gul'dan, you should remember that you are no longer the leader of the tribe!" Orgrim was angry inwardly, and his tone couldn't help but be a little stiffer.

"Oh, really?" Gul'dan walked over to Orgrim's chair and sat down, "Who else is qualified to be the leader?" Is it your long-dead comrade Durotan, or is it ......"

"Enough!" Orgrim roared, "Don't mention Durotan again, if it weren't for your tricks in the duel, how could he have died?" ”

"Hahaha!" Gul'dan laughed out loud and said unhurriedly, "Actually, I have to thank you, if it weren't for you, how could I have uprooted the Frostwolf Clan so quickly?" Whoever opposes me is against the whole tribe! There is only one fate for them, death! ”

Orgrim's teeth crumbled in his mouth, his fists clenched, and he waited fiercely for Gul'dan. Gul'dan just looked at him with a smile on his face. Orgrim suddenly slowly released his fist again, with a look of remorse: "Yes, I am not worthy to be Durontan's comrade-in-arms." Durotan was able to bravely resist violent rule, while I was cowardly and could only watch my entire clan be slaughtered. ”

"That's why I'm leaving with my people to fulfill Durotan's last wish!" "And you, sinners of this tribe, I will not let you kill my people again!" ”

"Your people?" Gul'dan glanced at Orgrim, shook his head, and said, "No, no. They are all people of the tribe, not you. ”

"I don't want to hear any more nonsense from you, Gul'dan!" Orgrim rushed in front of Gul'dan and yelled, "I won't allow you to do anything harmful to them. ”

"Orgrim, it seems that Agmar's advice to you is ineffective!" Gul'dan sat still, and the moment Orgrim rushed up, the two black-clothed orcs behind him stood in front of Ade, "I now officially inform you that you will continue to work for me!" ”

"Why! Gul'dan, why? You are no longer the leader of the tribe, your honor has been lost, and you have not killed the leader of the human race! You don't, and neither do the black hands! You're no longer qualified to lead the tribe! Orgrim roared.

"Hehe, you mean the orc? He's just a joke, do you think she can really make the tribe recognize her as king? Gul'dan laughed, "Even if he kills the leader of the race, she won't be able to lead the tribe." The Great Chief of the Tribes is still the Black Hand, and I am still your leader! ”

"Hmph, it's not up to you!" Orgrim walked to the door and said, "You'll have to ask them first!" Orgrim pointed his hand outside the door, and a large group of orcs gathered outside the door, watching the movement in the command post.

"You're wrong again, I don't need to ask them, because ......," Gul'dan could say before his body had disappeared from the chair, and when he reappeared, his hand had caught Orgrim's neck, lifting him high.

Gul'dan held Orgrim high and walked slowly to the door. The orcs outside the door all gasped and talked to each other in private. Guldan's gloomy voice rang in Orgrim's ears: "Because, as long as they don't have you, they have to serve me all!" ”

"Shut him up until he submits to my will!" With a flick of Gul'dan's hand, Orgrim fell to the ground with a grunt, and the two black-clad orcs pounced on him, using magic to bind Orgrim tightly and take him down.

The cold sweat on Orgrim's back flowed downward, he still underestimated Gul'dan too much, his strength was unfathomable. In front of him, he didn't even have a chance at all.

Gul'dan raised his head, looked at the orcs outside the door, and shouted: "Your chief is no longer worthy to lead you, from today onwards, you will all serve me and serve me Gul'dan!" ”

The orcs below were silent, and Guldan's display of strength shocked everyone present. They knew very well in their hearts that Gul'dan would not kill Orgrim because he was still useful. These ordinary warriors are different, but whoever dares to directly challenge Guldan's authority will die a miserable death.

Over the next few days, Gul'dan gathered Orgrim's forces and chopped down the woods around Azhara Beach to craft a variety of weapons. After another three days, the entire army assembled in full armor on the border between Azhara and Ashenvale.

Even when the orcs were cutting down trees on a large scale, Andlebs had already noticed, and while sending a message to Darnassus, he ordered his troops to be ready for battle. Andlepros looked at the groups of orc troops on the border line, all of them holding their weapons and roaring, like ants on a hot pan.

"Woo" A few horns sounded, and Gul'dan looked at his improvised orc unit in the rear, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a cruel smile. For Ashenvale, he was bound to win, the portal on the Eastern Kingdom side was destroyed, and he had to build a new one so that other tribal forces could come to this world. The Ash Valley, a vibrant valley, is the perfect place to be.

The orcs roared, slowly approaching the elven camp in Ash Valley. Andlebers had already given the order, and the elven archers in the back row threw round after round, covering the entire orc army.

Gul'dan raised his hand, and a large area of green translucent mist-like energy floated above the orc troops, blocking most of the arrows for them. Andreebs's eyes froze, what is this?

Just as he was stunned, a green whirlpool above the camp spun rapidly, getting bigger and bigger. When the whirlpool could almost cover half of the camp, two huge stones flew out of the whirlpool, like meteorites flying from the sky, and smashed into the elven camp with a green tail.

Andrebeth was stunned by the sky vision, he had never seen anything like it, and he didn't know what kind of magic it was. The meteorite landed, smashing two huge craters into the ground, and the elves who didn't have time to dodge were all smashed into the ground. Andreebus frowned, and under the protection of the guards, he went to the edge of the pit and looked inside.

Suddenly, the meteorite in the crater came into activity, and something resembling an arm climbed up to the edge of the crater. When the meteorite stretched out, it turned into a giant that was ten meters high, a green stone giant, with green flames all around it.

"This ......" Anderlebs' camp fell into confusion as the two stone giants all crawled out of their pits.