For some reason, Sinestra, who was supposed to exist in the deepest part of the Twilight Fortress, is gone. From this point of view, it can be concluded that the tribe finally won the great war at a heavy price.

But Garrosh's actions undoubtedly completely detonated the contradictions between the other chiefs and him.

"No, Itreg is definitely not a traitor! Everyone has seen it, it is the vicious skill of Gugar! Could it be that a warrior professional can cast [Shadow Arrow]?" Woking roared, and he opened his arms violently.

"I didn't ask your opinion, troll!" said Garrosh dismissively.

"I agree with Woking! Attacking us is not what Itreig wanted to do!" Dranosh stepped forward, his burly figure more oppressive than Woking's slightly thin stature.

Garrosh was upset, and his left hand proudly pointed at the tip of Dranosh's nose, almost poking the leader of the Forsaken into the nose, "Shut up! I don't need a dead man to dictate my decisions. It's I, Garrosh* Hellroar, who led the Horde to victory in this war against traitors! I'm the only one who is the victor in this war! Remember! Dead faces! Only the victor has the final say in the Horde!"

With that, he violently slapped the strong pectorals on his chest, making a thumping sound.

There was a sparse cheer around, and more people fell silent.

Garrosh's 'I' word deeply stung everyone present, not only the foreign chieftains, but even among the orcs, many elite warriors gathered around the periphery felt that this word was quite harsh.

Next to him, Kane, who was covered in blood because of the battle just now, strode over regardless of the scars on his body. The huge totem pole slammed to the ground with a deafening thud and kicked up a lot of dust.

"Garrosh, what do you say? You say you're the only victor? What are the hundreds of thousands of soldiers who died in this battle? Are the orcs cannon fodder? Are the minotaurs, trolls, and forsaken warriors who have lost more than half of our lives a stepping stone to your fame?"

The minotaur chieftain stood in front of Garrosh like this, his huge body condescendingly looking down on the big chieftain who was shorter than him.

Originally, Garrosh had already disliked the feeling of looking up. Kane was so angry, he got too close, and directly sprayed Garrosh with saliva.

Any qualified leader with a bit of political acumen would not utter the following words. But the reason why Garrosh was shouted 'brain dead roar' by many alliances with Du is because of his high IQ of 5 points and his character of speaking without brain when he is angry.

Garrosh's first reaction after being spat was to punch Kane directly in the mouth.

A very hard, fast and fierce left hook.

Every tribal leader present saw that the old cow's slightly elongated face was beaten out of shape, and even the slam on the muscle of the right side of his face was transmitted to the gums, and at least three teeth were knocked off. Huge teeth flew out of the mouth with fishy tooth blood.

The old cow was a little confused, and then the words that made him even angrier, and the words that sounded in his ears were none other than Garrosh's declaration of terror.

"Watch who you are, Kane! You minotaurs are nothing but vassals of our orcs. The tribe will always be the orcs who have the final say—and I'm the big chief of the orcs!

Kane looked up and saw Garrosh cut his throat with his stout right thumb.

Long-term injustice!

Long-suppressed anger!

The humiliation of these days!

Everything was like a volcano that had to erupt to the extreme, and it erupted in Kane's heart in one breath.

If the Minotaurs had been the race that Sal had conquered with war, perhaps Kane would have chosen to bow his head.

But it's not!

The tribe adopted a system of integration similar to that of the Alliance, and in the tribal manifesto, the tribes were given equal status. Although the number and strength of the orcs in the tribe made the orcs absolutely dominant, the tribal manifesto did have provisions that other races could challenge the rule of the Great Chief.

At this moment, Kane couldn't care about anything anymore.

The Minotaur Chief directly pulled down the flag behind his back, and threw the flag representing the Mogaure Minotaur in front of Garrosh: "According to tribal tradition, I, Kane*Bloodhoof, have asked to challenge you for the position of Great Chief, come on! If you really claim to be the number one warrior of the tribe, then accept my [Makgora]!"

Garrosh's face was blue and red!

Suddenly he roared and stomped on one of Gugar's heads.

"Enough of me! I've had enough! I've had enough of your complaints! I've had enough of your weakness! Why can't you weak obey the orders of the strong? Don't compare me to that weak guy from Thrall! He's gone, and now the big chief of the tribe is me—Garrosh Hellroar!"

Garrosh raised his bloody axe aloft: "I accepted Kane's challenge! Who else is going to challenge me? is it you? or is it you!? If you want to come, come along!" As he spoke, the blade of the axe pointed first at Kane, then at Woking, then at Dranosh, and finally at the goblin prince Garry Vix.

Woking wasn't as impulsive as Kane, but everyone saw his bulging fangs trembling with anger: "Garrosh, I don't care to fight with you. When you're done with Kane's Makgora, I'll make my decision!"

Woking clenched his fists tightly.

Anyone with a little brain knows that unless Garrosh is completely defeated and Kane replaces him as the new Great Chief, it means the ...... of the tribe Split!

A week later, on the south gate of Orgrimmar, in the wilderness opposite the main gate. It was a huge earthen pit with a diameter of more than a kilometer formed by the cataclysm, and tens of thousands of tribal warriors formed a huge circle, and at the bottom of the middle of the pit were the challengers and challenged of Makgora this time.

Kane was the first to shout, "Garrosh, I will defeat you! The Horde will surely be destroyed under your leadership!"

"Whoa—"

Garrosh wielded a sharp axe, and he roared in the sky, showing everyone his incredible lung capacity. The wild and primitive-like roar even suppressed the sound of tens of thousands of people for a while.

Immediately, the young orcs from Nagrand erupted in even louder cheers.

This is their idol, the orc powerhouse and role model they dream of. In any case, the one who can lead them to victory is the great hero!