The last time Gul'dan decided to invade the world with the orcs, the results are now out - tens of thousands of orcs have been killed, and only less than 10,000 remnants of the army are left, and many are dead (Tyrone?). Bloodseeker and his Death Knight).

This time, Gul'dan mysteriously disappears; As long as he doesn't die in that endless ocean, no one knows what else he'll bring to the orcs.

"Zuhed, you're wrong." Tyrone? The Blood Fiend ripped off his hat, revealing his shrunken face that could discern the contours of a human face, and while his voice was as calm as ever, he was still thrilled by his movements.

"Zuhd, though my body is a human being, it was Gul'dan who brought me back into this world after I had died; But unlike him, I still consider myself an orc and am always ready to sacrifice for this tribe. "Tyrone? Bloodseeker said.

"It's ridiculous, then why didn't you die with Orgrim?" Zuhd retorted with a sneer, what about Tyrone? Bloodseeker's words are unimpressed—anyone can say pretty things, but when death comes, no one can face it calmly.

"You ......" Tyrone? The Blood Fiend's hand involuntarily reached for the staff behind his back—he wanted to teach the open-mouthed Zuhd a lesson.

"Shut up, both of you!" Grom's roar interrupted the qiē.

"Tyrone, go and gather your men; Go get that bunch of garbage under your command gathered up in Zuhed! If you two don't want to starve, do as I say. We're going to go deep into this continent and find something to eat. Grom commanded in high spirits.

It was evident that Grom was pleased with the new continent - and, importantly, the crimson soil. He was reminded of the world of Draenor, a soil that seemed to be moistened with blood, and made Grom's thirst for killing even more intense.

"But...... What are they going to do? Zuhd pointed to the shore, where bands of goblin sailors were crouching on the ground with their heads in their hands, and Grom's Warsong clan was guarding them.

As soon as the fleet landed, the poor little fellows were driven off the ship by order of Grom, and Zuhed did not know what Grom wanted to do, so he never asked; Now it seems...... Grom seems to have forgotten about these goblins?

"Oh yes. You don't say I almost forgot. Grom admitted this calmly, waving his hand at his men from afar, "Kill them all!" ”

"Wait!" Zuhd stopped Grom. "After killing them, how are we going to leave?"

"Leave? Why are we leaving? Grom asked, glaring.

Zuhd opened his mouth—he didn't know if he had time to explain—he could stop Grom, but not the warriors of the Warsong clan on the beach, in the blink of an eye. The goblin sailors were bleeding - these little weak men. When the slaughter of the orcs came, there was not even half a movement of resistance - although it was pointless to resist, but it had to be said that this race ...... Born unfit for combat.

"What if we can't get a foothold here? What if we need to go back to that continent later? How would we have crossed that sea without these goblins? Eventually, Zuhd spoke.

"Hmm......" Grom pinched his chin with one hand, and could tell that he was indeed thinking about the question that Zuhd had raised.

"For more than a month, I see that you and your group of wastes are still learning to fish very quickly." Grom suddenly burst out of nowhere.

"What...... What the? Zuhd didn't react for a moment - what did Grom say?

"Since you learn to fish quickly, you must learn other things quickly." Grom didn't care at all what Zuhead said. Said to himself. "If we gain a firm foothold on this road, we will want to counterattack/attack that continent (fog...... Won't be harmonized, right? ）。 It's up to you and your men to build and sail! Of course, if we don't get a foothold, then we're all dead, and what's the use of keeping those boats. ”

"How is this possible?" Zuhede's eyes widened - fishing is fishing, shipbuilding is shipbuilding, how can it be the same?

"Alright, Zuhd, while our troops still need a little time to assemble, take a look at the construction of those ships! You'll be able to use it in the future; By the way, if you can't build a ship by then, I'll cut off your head. Grom patted Zuhd on the shoulder and encouraged him.

"I ......" Zuhed's words had not yet come out of his throat, and Grom had already left with the "roar of blood"; Tyrone? The Bloodfiend glanced at Zuhad with pity, then put on his black hat and followed Grom's footsteps, leaving Zuherd alone in the sea breeze, overwhelmed.

It was a long time before Zuhd returned to normal; He shook his head and sighed as he walked to the shore step by step; The warriors of the Warsong Clan are gone, and all that remains is the severed limbs of the goblins.

"Uncle Zuhd!" Red ran from a distance, Maim following closely behind him.

"Uncle Zuhed, what are you doing? Grom: They look like they're leaving. Red gasped.

"Wait, I'll find a ......" Zuhd dealt absent-mindedly to Red, scanning through the goblins' corpses as if searching for something.

"The Clan's idiots are really...... Can't you just make the scene a little cleaner? "There is no one else here, Zuhd complained unscrupulously; Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he found it!

Zuhd stepped into the "graveyard" of the goblin corpses, and he strode over the beach stained red by the goblins' blood, over the severed hands and feet of the goblins, to a headless goblin corpse.

It was he who was right—Zuhd crouched down and watched for a moment, confirming that the body belonged to one of his old men—the goblin who was the captain of Grom's ship—and there was a brief exchange between Zuhd and him just as Gul'dan had fled.

The goblin captain's head didn't know where it had been kicked, but Zuhd recognized him from his clothes - it was better that the absence of a head didn't make a difference to Zuherd's identification, and the goblins all looked the same in his eyes anyway.

Zuhd stretched out his hand and groped around the corpse for a long time; Even Red and Maim, who were not far away, were faintly disgusted when they saw this scene.

If it weren't for Zuherd's next move, the Blackham brothers would still think that this "Uncle Zuherd" had some kind of abnormal penchant for corpses! (To be continued......)