Tyrone Bloodfiend and other members of the Shadow Council, after being attacked by Orgrim, were able to be re-summoned by Gul'dan and stuffed into human corpses to become death knights because warlocks had a special way of preserving their souls in the world of the living.

Guldan's explanation is that every warlock will make a "soul stone", and when their ** dies, the soul can still attach to the soul stone, waiting for the opportunity to resurrect.

However, Durotan was not a warlock, and he did not even have the talent to become a shaman. Orgrim did not think that Gul'dan had the guts to deceive himself in this matter in the face of his hammerhead, and he could only accept the fact that the orcs could not resurrect his old friend by their means.

Today, however, Zujin, the arrogant Emperor of the Troll Empire, has given Orgrim a glimmer of hope - these ancient creatures have mastered many strange sorcery and witchcraft, and maybe...... Maybe what Gul'dan can't do, Zujin can help himself?

"The resurrection of the dead? It's complicated, but it's not impossible......" As Zu Jin spoke, the two huge fangs of the two raised lips and boars quivered up and down.

"But?" Orgrim's heart was snatched away by ecstasy, and at this moment, he even made up his mind - if he could really resurrect Durontan...... He would even immediately postpone his landing plan at any cost.

"However, the object of resurrection must be a witch doctor." Zukin felt that Ogrim's question was pointless—if a witch doctor felt that today was not the day the gods summoned him, he would have chosen to be resurrected; Why bother others to resurrect him?

Orgrim was silent—after his father's death, he had never had such a fluctuating mood since he inherited the Hammer of Destruction.

When Blackhan announced the formation of the Great Orc Tribe; When Gul'dan forces Durotan to attack the city of Draenei; When Gul'dan announced the exile of Durotan and his Frostwolf clan; When he beheaded Blackhan......

"Let's think about the landing plan for that......" After a long time, Orgrim reopened his mouth, pointing to the somewhat hazy Lordaeron subcontinent in the night in the distance, and diverted from the topic just now.

"From here, go straight ahead, across this narrow sea, is Fadil Bay, and further northwest, is Fort Riptide, one of the capitals of the kingdom of man, once the Frost Road is built, our army can land directly from here and capture Fort Riptide from behind." Maybe he felt that Zujin, who had been reborn with a broken arm, was qualified to participate in his plan, or maybe Orgrim had no intention of dwelling on such a thing, and the current high chief of the orcs told his plan and discarded it.

Zujin stroked his right eye—during the Battle of Silvermoon City, an arrow struck the Troll Emperor in the eye, and he immediately pulled it out and threw it back at the High Elf Ranger who had fired a cold arrow at him.

The arrow that was still wearing Zujin's eyeball went into the High Elf Ranger's throat, and Zujin lost an eye—an eyeball, to be exact.

However, the troll's vitality is tenacious enough, and Zujin's right eyeball is now half grown, but he has not fully recovered his vision.

Orgrim didn't get a response from Zugin, and glanced at the emperor of the troll empire with some surprise, and suddenly thought of something ridiculous - this arrogant troll probably didn't care what his battle plan was, all he cared about was that he should respect him.

Zujin touched his half-blind right eye, and his left eye burst with an evil light, and he straightened his rickety body slightly, making him look much taller than the tallest orc, Orgrim.

"When are we going to attack Silvermoon City?" Zujin's tone was full of excitement.

"Silvermoon City?" Orgrim frowned - according to the map provided by Aiden Pernord, Silvermoon City was further north of Lordaeron, and now, before Orgrim had even figured out how to pass through the walls of Soladin and enter the Hills of Hillsbrad, Zukin had already set his sights on Silvermoon?

"Yes, Silvermoon City. That damn little girl......" Zujin gritted his teeth, the mane of his mouth and the long fangs trembled, and he seemed to see the little leader of the High Elf Ranger with blonde hair, looking at him arrogantly and spitting at him.

"Sylvanas......" Zujin uttered the name that he hated word by word, and every muscle in his body trembled with the thirst for blood.

"Sylvanas!" Zujin's intact left eye suddenly turned red, and he suddenly pulled out a short-handled hand axe from his waist, and in Orgrim's half-guarded, half-surprised gaze, a cold light flashed, and Zujin let out a deafening roar.

A shower of hot red blood splashed on Orgrim's chest and face, but he didn't bother to bother with it, because in front of him, Zukin had once again severed off his newly grown left arm.

The severed arm fell weakly on the swampy wetland by the sea, trembling slightly like a dead snake in the verdant grass.

Orgrim's gaze was on Zujin—the face of Zujin was distorted, and the muscles in his eyebrows and forehead were trembling.

Zujin gasped for breath, and the severed left shoulder once again flowed out large streams of blood, which soon soaked his purple shroud and dripped into the grass along the condensed strands.

Zugin's cry of pain had made Orgrim know that he wasn't a creature that couldn't feel pain; But why did he cut off his newborn arm?

Zujin slowly half-crouched down, pinned the short-handled hand axe he was holding in his right hand back to his waist, and then picked up his severed arm that had fallen into the grass.

"Why?" Orgrim finally couldn't help but speak, expressing the question in his heart.

"Sylvanas ......" Zugin's lips grinned in a cruel and evil smile, "The Emperor of the Troll Empire has never been insulted like this, and I will never let my left arm regain until I catch that damn High Elf girl." This ugly wound and mutilated body will forever remind Zujin that revenge, only the blood of the enemy can bring the troll back to glory! ”

The troll's body seemed to be a little different from the other creatures, the cut on Zugin's left shoulder had recovered quickly, the blood gushing out had stopped on its own, and Orgrim could even see countless flesh buds joining together at the gap, forming a terrible scar.

Orgrim couldn't understand Zugin's behavior, and after thinking about it, he could only attribute it to ...... Stupidity. "Silvermoon City...... It's almost ...... It's almost ......" Orgrim sighed, shaking his head.