Anti-piracy chapters

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"The feared Durotan, the chief of the Frostwolf Clan, you led the orc warriors to attack Tymor, only to be defeated?"

As the Black Hand passed through the large crowd of orcs around him, intending to reach Gul'dan and Durontan, the first thing he heard was the deep, gloomy voice of the leader of the Shadow Council, the first orc warlock. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"What's even more humiliating is that Chief Durotan actually escaped on his own?"

Aware of the arrival of the Great Chief, the orcs moved out of the way, allowing the Black Hand to reach his destination quickly.

The black hand looked out under the thick eyebrows, frowning. He always looks like he's frowning, or he really is. Around the huge campfire, Gul'dan is questioning Durotan, the chief of the Frostwolf Clan.

"Are you too weak to speak, Durotan?" Gul'dan raised his voice, "The weak are good for nothing in our tribe! In accordance with our tradition, the chiefs ...... You know the rules! ”

"I don't know that, Gul'dan." The Black Hand rumbled to interrupt the leader of the Shadow Council. His large hand reached out to grasp the hilt of his sword, rubbing with unease. "I never knew that the tribe had a rule for interrogating a chief privately!"

"This is not a private interrogation! According to the rules, I am the spiritual leader of the tribe and have the right to judge those who make mistakes! Gul'dan turned his head abruptly and glared at the black hand.

"You are the spiritual leader, but according to the rules, only the shaman is qualified to interrogate the chieftain, and you ...... Not a shaman! The black hand grinned, grabbed a piece of firewood and threw it into the fire.

Guldan's eyes flashed with a terrifying light, but it quickly retracted.

Right now...... It's not time yet.

In any case, the Great Being asked for a united orc tribe to serve him, and Gul'dan felt that the tribe still needed a traditional orc chief to be the leader on the surface. What's more, the Black Hand was pushed to the position of the Great Chief of the Orc Tribe by himself, in order to dispel the other party's doubts and show that he is not a puppet, the Black Hand is also a member of the Shadow Council.

Gul'dan also knew very well that the black hand was the same kind as him. They don't need ideals, just realities. Strength, food, powerful armor and slaughter, exactly what both orcs crave.

"I used to be ...... Well, Durotan of the Frostwolf Clan is a chieftain worthy of respect," Gul'dan said as he took a step back and chewed on the fruit, reaching out a paw to pick his teeth. "He deserves the judgment he deserves, and how about it from this moment on?"

The Black Hand grinned rudely, approving Gul'dan's words. Now, there is no trace of shamans in the tribe, and the warlock is the caster, although it is completely different from the shaman. He stared into Gul'dan's eyes that shone with wisdom, and smiled. The Black Hand knew that many people thought he was a fool, and he would rather make them think that all he had was a powerful body and a powerful sword, which gave him another advantage.

He didn't trust the warlock, not at all, and he felt that Gul'dan did the same to him. But it doesn't matter. They all want power and power. The Black Hand knew that he did not have the talent and ability to wield the power that Gul'dan coveted, and that Gul'dan was not prepared to let the Black Hand gain it. But in terms of the power of the Great Chief of the Tribe, and the Great Chief, things are reversed again, "The feared Durotan, the chief of the Frostwolf Clan, you led the orc warriors to attack Taymour, only to return with a crushing defeat?" ”

As the Black Hand passed through the large crowd of orcs around him, intending to reach Gul'dan and Durontan, the first thing he heard was the deep, gloomy voice of the leader of the Shadow Council, the first orc warlock.

"What's even more humiliating is that Chief Durotan actually escaped on his own?"

Aware of the arrival of the Great Chief, the orcs moved out of the way, allowing the Black Hand to reach his destination quickly.

The black hand looked out under the thick eyebrows, frowning. He always looks like he's frowning, or he really is. Around the huge campfire, Gul'dan is questioning Durotan, the chief of the Frostwolf Clan.

"Are you too weak to speak, Durotan?" Gul'dan raised his voice, "The weak are good for nothing in our tribe! In accordance with our tradition, the chiefs ...... You know the rules! ”

"I don't know that, Gul'dan." The Black Hand rumbled to interrupt the leader of the Shadow Council. His large hand reached out to grasp the hilt of his sword, rubbing with unease. "I never knew that the tribe had a rule for interrogating a chief privately!"

"This is not a private interrogation! According to the rules, I am the spiritual leader of the tribe and have the right to judge those who make mistakes! Gul'dan turned his head abruptly and glared at the black hand.

"You are the spiritual leader, but according to the rules, only the shaman is qualified to interrogate the chieftain, and you ...... Not a shaman! The black hand grinned, grabbed a piece of firewood and threw it into the fire.

Guldan's eyes flashed with a terrifying light, but it quickly retracted.

Right now...... It's not time yet.

In any case, the Great Being asked for a united orc tribe to serve him, and Gul'dan felt that the tribe still needed a traditional orc chief to be the leader on the surface. What's more, the Black Hand was pushed to the position of the Great Chief of the Orc Tribe by himself, in order to dispel the other party's doubts and show that he is not a puppet, the Black Hand is also a member of the Shadow Council.

Gul'dan also knew very well that the black hand was the same kind as him. They don't need ideals, just realities. Strength, food, powerful armor and slaughter, exactly what both orcs crave.

"I used to be ...... Well, Durotan of the Frostwolf Clan is a chieftain worthy of respect," Gul'dan said as he took a step back and chewed on the fruit, reaching out a paw to pick his teeth. "He deserves the judgment he deserves, and how about it from this moment on?"

The Black Hand grinned rudely, approving Gul'dan's words. Now, there is no trace of shamans in the tribe, and the warlock is the caster, although it is completely different from the shaman. He stared into Gul'dan's eyes that shone with wisdom, and smiled. The Black Hand knew that many people thought he was a fool, and he would rather make them think that all he had was a powerful body and a powerful sword, which gave him another advantage.

He didn't trust the warlock, not at all, and he felt that Gul'dan did the same to him. But it doesn't matter. They all want power and power. The Black Hand knew that he did not have the talent and ability to wield the power that Gul'dan coveted, and that Gul'dan was not prepared to let the Black Hand gain it. But in terms of the power of the Great Chief of the Tribe, and the Great Chief, things are reversed again, "The feared Durotan, the chief of the Frostwolf Clan, you led the orc warriors to attack Taymour, only to return with a crushing defeat?" ”

As the Black Hand passed through the large crowd of orcs around him, intending to reach Gul'dan and Durontan, the first thing he heard was the deep, gloomy voice of the leader of the Shadow Council, the first orc warlock.

"What's even more humiliating is that Chief Durotan actually escaped on his own?"

Aware of the arrival of the Great Chief, the orcs moved out of the way, allowing the Black Hand to reach his destination quickly.

The black hand looked out under the thick eyebrows, frowning. He always looks like he's frowning, or he really is. Around the huge campfire, Gul'dan is questioning Durotan, the chief of the Frostwolf Clan.

"Are you too weak to speak, Durotan?" Gul'dan raised his voice, "The weak are good for nothing in our tribe! In accordance with our tradition, the chiefs ...... You know the rules! ”

"I don't know that, Gul'dan." The Black Hand rumbled to interrupt the leader of the Shadow Council. His large hand reached out to grasp the hilt of his sword, rubbing with unease. "I never knew that the tribe had a rule for interrogating a chief privately!"

"This is not a private interrogation! According to the rules, I am the spiritual leader of the tribe and have the right to judge those who make mistakes! Gul'dan turned his head abruptly and glared at the black hand.

"You are the spiritual leader, but according to the rules, only the shaman is qualified to interrogate the chieftain, and you ...... Not a shaman! The black hand grinned, grabbed a piece of firewood and threw it into the fire.

Guldan's eyes flashed with a terrifying light, but it quickly retracted.

Right now...... It's not time yet.

In any case, the Great Being asked for a united orc tribe to serve him, and Gul'dan felt that the tribe still needed a traditional orc chief to be the leader on the surface. What's more, the Black Hand was pushed to the position of the Great Chief of the Orc Tribe by himself, in order to dispel the other party's doubts and show that he is not a puppet, the Black Hand is also a member of the Shadow Council.

Gul'dan also knew very well that the black hand was the same kind as him. They don't need ideals, just realities. Strength, food, powerful armor and slaughter, exactly what both orcs crave.

"I used to be ...... Well, Durotan of the Frostwolf Clan is a chieftain worthy of respect," Gul'dan said as he took a step back and chewed on the fruit, reaching out a paw to pick his teeth. "He deserves the judgment he deserves, and how about it from this moment on?"

The Black Hand grinned rudely, approving Gul'dan's words. Now, there is no trace of shamans in the tribe, and the warlock is the caster, although it is completely different from the shaman. He stared into Gul'dan's eyes that shone with wisdom, and smiled. The Black Hand knew that many people thought he was a fool, and he would rather make them think that all he had was a powerful body and a powerful sword, which gave him another advantage.

He didn't trust the warlock, not at all, and he felt that Gul'dan did the same to him. But it doesn't matter. They all want power and power. The Black Hand knew that he did not have the talent and ability to wield the power that Gul'dan coveted, and that Gul'dan was not prepared to let the Black Hand gain it. But in terms of the power of the Great Chief of the Tribe, and the Great Chief, things are reversed again, "The feared Durotan, the chief of the Frostwolf Clan, you led the orc warriors to attack Taymour, only to return with a crushing defeat?" ”

As the Black Hand passed through the large crowd of orcs around him, intending to reach Gul'dan and Durontan, the first thing he heard was the deep, gloomy voice of the leader of the Shadow Council, the first orc warlock.

"What's even more humiliating is that Chief Durotan actually escaped on his own?"

Aware of the arrival of the Great Chief, the orcs moved out of the way, allowing the Black Hand to reach his destination quickly.

The black hand looked out under the thick eyebrows, frowning. He always looks like he's frowning, or he really is. Around the huge campfire, Gul'dan is questioning Durotan, the chief of the Frostwolf Clan.

"Are you too weak to speak, Durotan?" Gul'dan raised his voice, "The weak are good for nothing in our tribe! In accordance with our tradition, the chiefs ...... You know the rules! ”

"I don't know that, Gul'dan." The Black Hand rumbled to interrupt the leader of the Shadow Council. His large hand reached out to grasp the hilt of his sword, rubbing with unease. "I never knew that the tribe had a rule for interrogating a chief privately!"

"This is not a private interrogation! According to the rules, I am the spiritual leader of the tribe and have the right to judge those who make mistakes! Gul'dan turned his head abruptly and glared at the black hand.

"You are the spiritual leader, but according to the rules, only the shaman is qualified to interrogate the chieftain, and you ...... Not a shaman! The black hand grinned, grabbed a piece of firewood and threw it into the fire.

Guldan's eyes flashed with a terrifying light, but it quickly retracted.

Right now...... It's not time yet.

In any case, the Great Being asked for a united orc tribe to serve him, and Gul'dan felt that the tribe still needed a traditional orc chief to be the leader on the surface. What's more, the Black Hand was pushed to the position of the Great Chief of the Orc Tribe by himself, in order to dispel the other party's doubts and show that he is not a puppet, the Black Hand is also a member of the Shadow Council.

Gul'dan also knew very well that the black hand was the same kind as him. They don't need ideals, just realities. Strength, food, powerful armor and slaughter, exactly what both orcs crave.

"I used to be ...... Well, Durotan of the Frostwolf Clan is a chieftain worthy of respect," Gul'dan said as he took a step back and chewed on the fruit, reaching out a paw to pick his teeth. "He deserves the judgment he deserves, and how about it from this moment on?"

The Black Hand grinned rudely, approving Gul'dan's words. Now, there is no trace of shamans in the tribe, and the warlock is the caster, although it is completely different from the shaman. He stared into Gul'dan's eyes that shone with wisdom, and smiled. The Black Hand knew that many people thought he was a fool, and he would rather make them think that all he had was a powerful body and a powerful sword, which gave him another advantage.

He didn't trust the warlock, not at all, and he felt that Gul'dan did the same to him. But it doesn't matter. They all want power and power. The Black Hand knew that he did not have the talent and ability to wield the power that Gul'dan coveted, and that Gul'dan was not prepared to let the Black Hand gain it. But in terms of the power of the Great Chieftain of the Tribe, things are reversed again, (to be continued.) )