Friends:

I'm sure it's not news to you that you're being watched, and they're going to give you a task, a task that they know you're capable of. You have to do it, I don't know what will happen if you refuse them, I'm afraid it will be bad.

There was no signature, and the letter was not needed, and Durotan recognized Orgrim's rough handwriting. He crumpled it up and slipped it into his pocket. Orgrim's warning was timely, and that afternoon the messenger brought him a message.

The orcs can't hold it anymore, and they want to start a real war, a massacre that declares the existence of the tribe.

As for the target, it was the Draenei gathering place that hosted Durotan and Orgrim many years ago, Telmo, the beautiful village built on the hill ahead.

Termo's location is secluded, with the Terok Forest and natural mountains being its perfect camouflage, and the closest sentry point between the Orcs and the Draenei territory.

"I've even forgotten about it. Looking at the crystal-lined Delaney buildings in front of him, Ogrim's voice was full of nostalgia and a hint of melancholy.

Durotan replied heavily: "It's a pity, I still recognize it." ”

He wished he hadn't remembered, but the grass and trees had left a deep impression on him, the rugged paths and the bare patches of ground were deeply etched in his mind.

The sound of metal grinding approached from behind, and a tall, heavily armed orc laughed and patted Durontan on the shoulder: "Well done, Durontan, I know that Naozu's suspicion of you is a fart!"

Black Hand, the chief of the Blackstone clan. Since the establishment of the tribe, the major clans have not obeyed anyone, competing to show their skills and abilities. The unstoppable Warsong clan is invincible with their ferocious and swift combat style, and there is no way to escape the prey they target. The Shattered Hand Clan excels at ambushing and catching each other, and in every battle, their hands are soaked in the blood of high-ranking draenei.

In comparison, the Blackstone Clan's record may not have been as impressive, but with their superior armor and amazing tactical command, they may not be the most outnumbered, but they definitely have the lowest losses.

Therefore, at the suggestion of Kilgardan, the black hand succeeded in being elected commander of this war.

However, the orcs are a proud race, and being commanded by others is a very unwilling thing for other clan chiefs.

"Don't be complacent, Blackhan, this time, you've only come out on top thanks to Naozu's conservatism. "It was a shirtless orc with a single shoulder pad and a hair bundle, and the most striking thing was the hideous battle axe in his hand.

Because of its unique shape with a hollow in the center, whenever it swings on the battlefield, the howling wind will emit a sharp scream, which not only shocks its enemies, but also gives its companions the courage to move forward.

It's called Bloodroar, and its owner, Grom Hellroar, Warsong Clan Chieftain, is also the god of war in the orcs' minds. Legend has it that his battle cry resounded through the mountains, killing countless ogres with that terrifying roar alone.

"That's right, next time, I will use the blood of the enemy to prove that fighting is the power of the strong!" Behind Grom was a gray-skinned orc with flowing hair.

Kargas Blade Fist, an orc hero in every sense of the word. Originally belonging to no clan, he was kept in captivity in the arena as a slave of the Ogre Empire, and was forced to fight different enemies and beasts to the death every day to please the ogre.

As for his skin, some people say that it is a change that has not been exposed to the sun for a long time, and some people say that it is a disease left by the harsh living environment of the gladiatorial arena.

However, more people see it as an honor.

With an indomitable will and great fighting skills, Kargas succeeded in completing his goal of slashing a hundred people, and according to the ogre's agreement, he should have been freed. But this is only the ogre's lie, and he is locked up in a dark dungeon, slowly forgotten with a group of slaves in the same situation until he dies.

But Kargas was not willing to wait for death like this, he picked up the stone and smashed it again and again at his chained left hand, breaking it with force!

That night, a group of one-armed gladiatorial masters slaughtered the ogres of the entire gladiatorial arena, and from then on, a new clan was born, one that yearned for freedom and fought for it.

The Broken Hand Clan accepts any orc to join, but must cut off one of their arms to show their will and courage.

Truth be told, this young clan was not as good as the first-tier clans such as Blackstone and Warsong as a whole, but with their outrageously strong individual strength, they managed to go toe-to-toe in the end.

As Kargas stepped forward, everyone's eyes were on the scimitar he had embedded in his severed arm. Although on the surface, Kargas seems to be defeated by Grom, but if the two of them really have to fight alone, no one present is sure who will win and who will lose.

"Hmph, what a stupid and pointless fight. As Kagasmo slashed his blade, an orc with scarlet symbols painted on his face and body appeared behind him. Whether it is the various bone ornaments on his body, or the bone knife in his hand that uses sharp fangs as a blade, it reveals the breath of death all the time.

"I don't think you became the Great Chief in the death you foresaw, right?" said Kargas, turning his head and smiling contemptuously.

The orc raised his head, and his empty left eye socket was cut vertically by a hideous scar, giving it a creepy and cold feeling.

Kilrog Deadeye, the chief of the Bloodring Clan, is also the hero who led the Bloodring Clan out of danger of being wiped out by the Ravens. Yes, extermination, in that dark period, the development of the Blood Ring Clan reached an unprecedented low point, and any disturbance in the jungle could terrify the Blood Ring Orcs.

In search of wisdom, Kilrog performed an ancient ritual by gouging out one of his own eyes with his own hands, and in absolute pain and threat to his life, he saw his own death, which did not exist in the hands of the Raven Man.

From then on, Kilrog, who knew that he would not die, launched a frantic counterattack, and under his influence, the Blood Ring Clan recaptured the land and resources, and the rapid development surprised countless orcs.

As the saying goes, those who are cowardly are afraid of the horizontal, those who are horizontal are afraid of those who do not want to die, and those who do not want to die are afraid of those who are bent on death. Kilrog knew that he would not lose any battle until his own death came. Therefore, his fighting style is crazy and overwhelming.

"If you want to witness my death, why don't you try it yourself?" said Kilrog with a hideous smile, the bone knife in his hand picked up defiantly, and there was a burst of uncontrollable air howls.

Kargas is no one to back down, it was then, and it hasn't changed. In the face of Kilrog's provocation, he shook his shoulders eagerly: "I would love to taste if your blood can also make me see death." ”

"That's enough!" The voice was a little less bold than these people, but it contained wisdom and calmness, as well as a hint of imperceptible exhaustion.

It was Naozu and his apprentice Gul'dan.

The crowd stopped arguing and paid homage to the shaman. Neozu is not a warrior, he is the chief shaman of the orcs, wielding the wisdom to bring prosperity to an entire race. And in the eyes of most people, he did a good job enough to earn their respect.

"This battle is not only an absolute victory, but also a test of the unity and honor of the tribe, your weapons and anger should be vented on these enemies who are endangering our world, not your kind!"

Nao Zu himself didn't know that when he said this, a trace of hesitation lingered in his heart. But, in any case, this is Kil'Gardan to atone for his sins, and he must prove with the blood of the Delaney that the tribe is worthy of the favor of the Supreme Lord.

In this battle, the orcs will not lose. Looking at these clan chiefs around him, Nao Zu's nervous mood relaxed slightly. They will win, the key is how to win beautifully, how to please the Supreme Lord with victory.

Thousands of orcs in the jungle behind them cast their murderous gaze on the village below.

All of them had the answer in their hearts, blood, rivers of draenei blood.