Bleeding Ogrim was thrown to the ground by Valeera, and Ogrim's robe was torn off by her, and Valeera said while wiping the king: "The orcs will have a good future, but you can't see it." In addition, this is called a gas mask, and he is really an uninformed chief. ”

With that, Valeera threw away the piece of cloth and disappeared into the night.

It took no more than a minute from Valeera's appearance to Orgrim's death, until Valeera disappeared, and the soldiers who were fighting in front did not realize that the chieftain who was resting behind him was dying.

As for Saar, Saar is still liberating his countrymen. Throwing Langton to the rear, Thrall returned to the battlefield, and now they had broken through the outer lines and entered the concentration camp to free the imprisoned orcs. However, there are still many orcs in the concentration camp cowering in the corner, no matter what they do, they are not willing to leave, Thrall can only patiently persuade them, and when the battle is over, they will try to regain their faith, come out of despair, and become brave warriors again.

After confirming that all the orcs had been rescued, Thrall immediately threw himself into the place where Gromash was fighting, where he was now fighting fiercely with his enemies, his body had turned red, and the blood roar in his hand was like a demon's scythe mercilessly reaping the lives of his enemies. Just defeat these enemies one more and the battle here is over. Now there is only one place left on the battlefield that is still fighting, but there is no voice of Orgrim, who has always been the leader, Thrall is a little strange, but he doesn't think much about it, the battle is important.

The bloodthirsty orcs were hard to resist, and the last resistance was quickly broken, but it was difficult for the bloodthirsty orcs to brake the car, and it took a lot of effort for Thrall to stabilize the big guy. After the troops withdrew, Thrall once again awakened the earth element, the earth instantly cracked too high, the high walls of the concentration camp collapsed instantly, and the screams of the captives stimulated Sal's eardrums, and Thrall actually felt a trace of pity.

Thrall stood on the edge of the rubble, staring at the broken stones in front of him, the concentration camp where their brothers' hearts were buried, some human moans could be heard from under the rubble, Thrall ignored the humans, he still had to take care of his people. Grateful to the elemental spirits, Thrall returned to the orcs.

"Orgrim, Ogrim, you better get out of here!"

Sal's heart throbbed uneasily, could it be that he was in danger in such an inconsequential little battle? he could not be in danger, he could not! he had to avenge himself. However, it backfired, and he followed Hellroar, pushing away the crowded and bored orcs on the road, and running all the way to a tree, and on the edge of the tree lay an orc, the tribal chieftain Orgrim Hammer of Destruction.

Thrall looked at Orgrim in horror and anger, who did it! Ogrim had a fist-sized wound on his chest, and the wound was red all around, and now the whole person was out of breath. And the old shaman of the Frostwolf Clan, Drektar, knelt beside him and probed, shook his head helplessly, and pushed it aside.

This undoubtedly gave Orgrim a death notice, and bloodthirsty desire crept into Thrall's head, but the faint sound of the call brought Sal back to his senses.

"It's a sneak attack...... It was a worse sneak attack, using poison, and I was directly hit. A new type of gas poison, I was knocked out directly. ”

Sal had an answer in his heart, and the familiar feeling just now was his sister Valeera!

"I need your help, Sal. Two things. You have to stick to what we started. I once led the tribe once. But it seems that fate will not let me lead again. But that's fine, you young people are more impactful. He shuddered, his face contorted into an expression of extreme pain, and then he continued, "You are now the chief, Sal, the son of Durontan. You will put on my armor and take up my hammer. My armor is your collection, stay vigilant in this life, don't let my tragedy happen again, use my weapon if you want, use it, if you don't want to, use the hammer of destruction you use now. Don't bury this little brother of mine. ”

The Hammer of Doom reached out to Thrall, who gripped his bleeding hand, which was still in armor.

"You know what to do, you're growing faster than any of us think, the tribe used to take care of you, and now you're taking care of them. I can't find a better heir, the future belongs to you young people, and the guys of Grommash and I will only give you a ride, and your father will be proud of you...... Handful...... Take off my armor and don't let my blood soak him any more, he'll rust. ”

Thrall's hands trembled, and he and Gromash removed the armor from the Hammer of Doom piece by piece. But they couldn't touch the armor on Orgrim's chest, and Ogrim's flesh was stuck there, and removing it would have aggravated his injuries.

"It's not over yet," Doomhammer snarled with a sudden raised tone. The small space around the fallen hero was crowded with people, and people kept coming here all the time, "It's a shame to die under the attack of a coward, and the most important part ......of this collection is here!

Orgrim groped his chest, his fingers shaking weakly a few times, and then he fell without strength.

"I tried to pull it out, but I didn't have the strength anymore...... Quick, Sal. Unplug it for me. ”

Sal felt his ribcage crushed by a large, invisible hand, and nodded. He forced himself to remove the armor from his chest, and one negligence would have wiped out Orgrim's life. It's just that it's not suitable now, there are orcs all around, and if he has a small movement, it will be very detrimental to ruling the tribe in the future, so he closed his fingers and pressed into the muscles of the hammer of destruction.

The Hammer of Doom cried out, his anger as strong as the pain he had suffered. "Pull it out!"

Closing his eyes, Sal pulled. The piece of iron, soaked in blood, was taken down. Orgrim's voice nearly shattered Thrall's heart.

"Come again!" roared the mighty warrior. Thrall took a deep breath and exerted his strength, wishing he could pull it out. When he pulled back, the sudden loss of strength made him sit on his ass.

"Huh...... Okay, Gromache, let me talk to Sal alone......"