"What do I really think?" Orgrim Hammer stood on the side of the Narrow Sea, looking at the turbulent current in front of him, a mocking smile on his lips.

"Yes, the hammer of the revered ruin." An expressionless human man in plate armor, standing behind Orgrim, spoke in a low, deathly tone, none other than the Death Knight who had appeared at Dunhold Castle, Tyrone Bloodfiend.

"Did Gul'dan ask you?" Orgrim turned his head to look at the orc army that was gathering behind him, and said to Tyrone Bloodseeker.

"It's not." Tyrone Bloodfiend's face was still expressionless, and his voice was still cold, "Although I need Gul'dan's strength to keep this body steady...... But the hammer of destruction, I hope you can understand that I have always been an orc. The reason why I studied demonic spells and joined the Shadow Council was so that I could do my best in the orc war. So, I want you to tell me what you really think, instead of rejecting me as if I was Gul'dan's subordinate. ”

"Interesting...... As appealing as your argument is, Bloodseeker, do you think I'd take the word for an enemy I've killed with my own hands? Orgrim chuckled under his breath as he reached out to stop Tyrone Bloodfiend from arguing.

"What's more, even if what you say is true, I can only regret to tell you, if here, you can't understand my true thoughts, then it can only mean that you are too stupid. Stupidity is not a weakness of our race, Bloodfiend, most of our people are as stupid as you are. But stupid people like you, even if I tell you what I really think, you won't be able to understand it, so you don't need to know anything, you don't need to understand, since you want to contribute to the war of the orcs, then, go and gather your Death Knights now! ”

Orgrim's words were rather unkind, and Tyrone Bloodfiend was silent for a moment, before finally turning away from behind Orgrim. Looking at the background of Tyrone Bloodseeker, the expression on Orgrim's face became a little weird, and he looked as if he was smiling wryly - what do you really think? I don't even know anything like that! Durotan ...... It would be nice if you were still alive, but you would be better suited for the role of Chieftain in comparison!

It wasn't long before Tyrone Bloodfiend returned to Orgrim's side and whispered, "The Death Knights have assembled, Hammer of Destruction, please announce your orders." ”

Orgrim's face had regained his composure, and he pointed to the turbulent currents in the narrow sea, and said to Tyrone Bloodseeker, "Freeze these seas, Bloodfiend." ”

"This ...... This can't be, destroy the hammer, I can only freeze a small piece of water under my own feet, no one can freeze this strait......" Tyrone Bloodfiend's face appeared for the first time with a puzzled expression.

"That's right, that's why I need all of you. Since the day you were resurrected, Warlocks have been killed and transformed into Death Knights, do you think it's a coincidence, Bloodfiend? Do you think I sent you to Dunhold Castle just to contact the traitors among the human race? Orgrim seemed very excited, and the conversation became more and more talkative.

"All the Death Knights, in pairs, from here to the other side, at intervals, so that our army can easily land on the opposite side from the frosty road you have built through the narrow sea." Seeing that the blood demon was still a little puzzled, Orgrim was too lazy to ramble and directly issued his own order.

"This ...... Can this be done? "Tyrone Bloodseeker thinks Orgrim is a little whimsical." If you can't do it...... Then drown in the Narrow Sea. Orgrim's words were vicious and grim, "I can't freeze the Narrow Sea, your power is useless to me. ”

After a moment's hesitation, Tyrone Bloodfiend still gave the order to the Death Knights, who were already in a bit of a commotion, and led the way to the Narrow Sea - although I don't know if Orgrim's plan is reliable, Tyrone Bloodfiend felt the need to try - at least, it is theoretically feasible, not to mention, the punishment is just drowning in the Narrow Sea? As the first Death Knight among the Orcs, Tyrone Bloodseeker has been dead for a long time, how could he be drowned?

"So that's how you came up with the landing." In the moonlight, a tall figure missing a left arm walked behind Orgrim, and it turned out to be a ...... Green-skinned forest trolls!

"Zujin...... Are your men ready? Orgrim didn't look back, but watched from afar as Tyrone Bloodseeker and his Death Knights tentatively walked up the turbulent currents of the Narrow Sea.

An eerie chill gathered at Tyrone Bloodfiend's feet, and soon, a solid white flower appeared on the surface of the sea at Tyrone Bloodfiend's feet, and he managed to freeze a body of water.

"You should call me Zugin, Ogrim." The Severed Arm Troll said with some dissatisfaction, the huge fangs at the corners of his long mouth full of savage and mania.

"Majesty? We're sorry, but we're just temporary allies. Orgrim scoffed, "Besides, your men are no longer so important to our army, even you...... Poor Zujin Majesty, without an arm, can you still fight as bravely as before? ”

"An arm?" Unable to bear Orgrim's sneer, Zukin walked quickly in front of Orgrim, ripped off the purple bandage that wrapped his severed arm, and shouted, "Show you the power of trolls, ignorant orcs!" ”

In Orgrim's expression of anger and then surprise, the wound on Zugin's broken left arm actually quickly grew several small flesh buds, which were sinuous and intertwined, like some evil living creature.

Soon, the new sprouts were growing more and more, and they were visible to the naked eye, and even faster and rapidly stretching forward. Orgrim didn't even bother to watch Tyrone Bloodseeker and his Death Knights pave the Frost Path, because Zugin's left arm, which had been determined to be severed, had regrown under Orgrim's own eyes.

"See? Ignorant orcs. The great Emperor of the Amani Empire could restore any part of his body to its original state at any time if he wished. As if enjoying Orgrim's astonished gaze, Zukin triumphantly fiddled with his newly grown hazel left arm.

"This ...... What kind of hex is this? Orgrim asked, frowning. Originally, Ogrim had a lot of hopes and expectations for the alliance between the forest trolls.

Trolls and orcs have similar personalities, both are naturally battle freaks, and Orgrim believes that with the help of forest trolls, orcs can destroy the alliance of humans, dwarves, and High Elves more quickly.