There is no room for retreat!

There is no choice!

From the very beginning, Zuo Si blocked all the paths of the orcs, giving them only the only option, which was to start a brutal and tragic civil war to kill each other.

Use the blood and lives of normal orcs to fight to the death with Grimm Hellroar and Warsong Clan.

Otherwise, whether it is the alliance of the Eastern Continent, or the Night Elves and their allies in the Kalimdor Continent, they will turn their spearheads and kill all the orcs of Azeroth after the war with the Burning Legion is over.

It's like dealing with Sartre, who was corrupted and degraded 10,000 years ago.

Although these Sartres have survived the encirclement and suppression again and again with their tenacious vitality, the number has been very scarce, and they can only hide like rats in the ground or somewhere in the mountains.

If the orcs choose to follow this path, they will be completely reduced to the minions, cannon fodder, and slaves of the Burning Legion, and will be used as playthings by the Abyss Lord for all eternity.

Maybe one day, when the latter gets tired of playing, they will all kill the demons that have been twisted into a new breed.

Many of the Burning Legion's more than 1,000 species of demons were created this way.

Such a tragic fate was clearly not acceptable to Thrall or any of the chieftains who still retained the traditional values of the orcs.

So after a fierce quarrel and even a fight, the army led by the Frostwolf Clan finally began to march in the direction of the Grey Valley.

Thrall knew he had to kill the sinner who had left all his people doomed before Grom Hell's Roar slaughtered more Night Elf strongholds and wreaked irreparable damage to the entire forest.

The only thing to be thankful for is that out of gratitude to the orcs for helping the minotaurs migrate, Kane Bloodhoof provided enough food to sustain the army for about a month before it could be launched.

Otherwise, with the existing material reserves, if you insist on about a week at most, there will be a risk of running out of food.

After all, when they were in the Eastern Continent, they didn't have much food saved by plundering the villages and towns of the Lordaeron Kingdom, and when they crossed the Endless Sea, they consumed a lot, and they basically had no reserves after they went ashore.

In desperation, the first thing the orcs did after landing was hunting and fishing, and they also plundered the food reserves of many boar tribes.

But even so, it is still a drop in the bucket in the face of huge consumption.

Due to their size, orcs are supposed to eat much more than humans, and the trolls of the Darkspear tribe are also able to eat one by one.

In addition, there is no production at all, and there is no land to settle on, so naturally there is no stable source of food.

Even the warriors' weapons and armor were rudimentary, and most of the metal work came from raiding caravans and towns.

As for the gold and silver currency, it was basically all given to the greedy goblins in exchange for the right to use the airships, logging machines, and other projects.

Yes, you read that right, it's the right to use, not the ownership.

Because the goblins saw through the inferior intelligence of most orcs almost at a glance, and concluded that it was impossible for them to understand the intricacies of engineering, they directly sat on the ground and slashed this "quality customer".

It is important to know that monopoly prices are not the same as the prices of non-monopoly goods and services.

For the same thing, the former is several times more expensive than the latter, which can be regarded as quite conscientious.

Usually, it starts with more than ten times or even dozens of times.

As we all know, the goblins who entered the capitalist society of Azeroth were absolutely devoid of the "burden" of "conscience" and "morality" that would prevent them from making a lot of money.

So the orcs were tricked to attack, one is darker than the other.

During the two orc wars, they used to provide ships, explosives and other supplies and services to these invaders from other worlds for huge profits.

It is precisely because of the war that the goblins' financial power and power will expand rapidly, and eventually become a force to be reckoned with, even competing with the gnomes in engineering.

You must know that before this, their level of technology was simply not comparable to that of the gnomes of Nomorigan, who had built a huge underground mechanical city.

After all, gnomes are also the creation of Titans, and their innate intelligence and ability to create and invent far surpass those of other races.

It is with the power of greed and capital that the goblins finally overtake in corners, and even make some things that are not very stable but have absolutely appalling effects.

Of course, Thrall was clearly aware that the goblins were taking advantage of him.

But the problem is that he doesn't have a second choice.

At the moment, there is no race in Azeroth other than trolls and goblins willing to trade with orcs.

After a long march, Thrall finally led his army to Ashenvale.

When he saw a burning forest in front of him, as well as those red-skinned orcs and Burning Legion demons covered in black bone spurs, the anger in his heart finally exploded completely, and he raised the Hammer of Destruction and infused the power of lightning to smash it into a warrior who had completely lost his mind, directly shattering the opponent's head, and scattering blood, brains, and shattered skulls in all directions.

"Kill!

Kill all these self-depraved bastards for me!

They don't deserve to be called orcs!

Not even our compatriots!

In the name of the Great Chief!

I now declare that the Warsong Clan is no longer a member of the Clan as of today! ”

With Thrall's furious roar, the army of thousands of orcs and their allies, the Darkspear Trolls, showed no mercy and rushed forward to launch a tsunami-like onslaught.

Unfortunately, despite the overwhelming numerical superiority, the battle situation was extremely anxious.

The casualties among the front-line soldiers were extremely heavy.

Because in a melee, a red-skinned evil orc can easily kill more than ten or more ordinary orcs.

In particular, Zuo Si's deliberately added blood-sucking ability, unless the entire head is cut off, even if it pierces the abdomen, heart and other fatal parts of these evil beastmen, it can be quickly healed by sucking blood.

That terrifying regeneration ability is something that even trolls have to bow to.

What's even worse is that unlike ordinary evil orcs, who will be affected by the blood of the Abyss Lord and become irrational and extremely violent, because the bloodline is infused with the blood of the Dreaddemon King, they are very insidious and cunning when fighting, and often use their own abilities to interfere with the spirit of the other party.

Coupled with the power of the blood god Haka, who can control the blood flow of the opponent to a certain extent, and even forcibly draw the blood out of the blood vessels through the skin, it is often a great price to kill an evil orc of the Warsong clan.

In the end, it was only with Thrall's personal leadership that he defeated this small force, which might only have one or two hundred people, and killed five or six hundred low-level demons by the way.

The price paid by the new tribe was 400 dead and more than 2,000 wounded.

Such a terrifying battle loss ratio simply made Sal and the other high-level executives feel unbelievable.

You must know that there are many clan veterans and chiefs who have participated in the first or second war, and are no strangers to the power of the evil orcs, and even once once a member of the evil orcs themselves.

But the strength of the Warsong Clan's evil orcs is obviously far beyond everyone's understanding.

The young Itreg even gasped and cursed after killing an orc with his own hands, "Hell! These guys are ridiculously strong! What kind of transformation did those demons do to them? This is obviously not normal! ”

"Abnormal?"

Thrall picked up the hammer of destruction that had fallen to the ground, and a puzzled expression appeared on his face.

Because he was born after the Dark Gate was opened, he hadn't seen an evil orc for as long as he could remember, and they were all green-skinned orcs after their anger and bloodlust had disappeared.

"That's right!

The orcs who had drunk the blood of demons before did not have such strength, and they could not quickly recover from their injuries by sucking blood.

They are just a little more powerful, larger and more powerful than normal orcs.

There is absolutely no spell ability.

But right now, these warriors of the Warsong Clan clearly possess the ability to interfere with their minds and control the blood flow of their opponents.

If Grom Hellroar gains that power, we're in big trouble. ”

Itreig's face was solemn and he expressed his concern.

Ever since Orgrimmar's death, Grom Hellroar has been recognized as the strongest warrior of all orcs, and even Grand Chief Thrall is no guarantee of victory in a one-on-one battle.

Especially after being completely dominated by rage, every swing of the blood roar can bring fear and death to the enemy.

If this guy drank the demon's blood again to gain extra power, Itreig couldn't imagine how to defeat him on the battlefield.

"Damn! This is simply the worst news. ”

Thrall also realized the seriousness of the problem in an instant, and while directing the shaman to treat the wounded warrior, he racked his brains to think of a countermeasure.

It may be that he has been under great pressure for a long time, and his whole person looks extraordinarily old, feeling like he is forty or fifty years old.

But in fact, this Great Chief is only a young man of integrity, and he is a little younger than the little hell roar that succeeded him as the second generation of the Great Chief in the original timeline - Garrosh.

Yes, you read that right.

Garrosh Hellroar, who behaves like a junior in front of Thrall, is much older than the former.

Because he was born before the Dark Gate opened, he was left behind in his homeland because he was still a minor at the time.

The interesting thing is that although Sal is young, he is extremely mature both in appearance and psychology, like a wise old man in his fifties or sixties who has experienced the baptism of time.

Hell Roar Father and Son are old, but their thoughts and actions are very childish and impulsive, but they give people the feeling of being giant babies.

Undoubtedly, this skirmish on the edge of the Ashen Valley made the entire orc hierarchy realize that the task of destroying the Warsong Clan would be more difficult than expected.

In particular, the front of the burning Ashen Valley has built a large number of portals to Argus.

Demons are entering Azeroth through these dark portals, fighting alongside the orcs.

Almost every distance that Thrall led his army had to engage in a high-intensity frontal battle with the enemy.

For several days, he and the other orcs and trolls were exhausted.

The number of wounded has also increased to a level far beyond what shamans and witch doctors can treat.

This bloody civil war between the orcs finally kicked off before the Burning Legion launched an all-out assault on Mount Hyjal.

The first half of the Ashenvale was completely reduced to a battlefield, with blood, death, and corpses everywhere.

When the Minotaur and the human army arrived, they were completely stunned by the terrible sight they saw.

Since Mount Hyjal is located east of what is now the Forest of Felwood, and to the north next to the Winterspring Valley, it is necessary to pass through the Ash Valley to enter.

"OMG! What's really going on here? ”

Gianna asked with her mouth wide open and in a tone of uncertainty.

Although she had fought against the undead and seen Stratholme's mountains of corpses and blood, she was far from what she saw.

"It's Sal. He is leading an army to wash away the stain of the entire orc race. ”

Kane Bloodhoof gave the answer in a slightly emotional voice.

From the tone and attitude, it is not difficult to see that he actually likes Sal very much in his heart.

Unfortunately, Thrall's sanity and calmness are exceptional among orcs.

This means that the rampaging and warlike orcs are not suitable to be allies with the peace-loving minotaurs.

After the abdication of the Saar, sooner or later, the two races will eventually split due to their natural incompatibility.

"What do you mean...... Are they killing each other? ”

Gianna quickly swept through the corpses on the ground, and found that there were both green-skinned orcs and red-skinned evil orcs.

However, the number of casualties among the Orcs is much lower than that of the average Orc.

Kane Bloodhoof nodded slightly, "Yes."

Thrall once told me that orcs were infected with a terrible curse because they drank the blood of an abyssal lord called Manolos.

Now that such a situation has happened to the Warsong Clan, it can only mean one thing.

That is, Manolos has come to Azeroth.

So whether it's to protect his compatriots from being slaves of the Burning Legion, or to prove that orcs aren't bloodthirsty monsters, he must fight bravely.

Only by killing the Abyss Lord behind Grom Hellroar can the orcs be truly redeemed. ”

"I see."

Gianna nodded thoughtfully, and hurriedly commanded the army through the corpse-strewn battlefield.

She clearly did not want to get involved in this civil war between the orcs, but planned to rush to Mount Hyjal to prepare for the final decisive battle.

Through Medivan's advice, Gianna understands that she is no longer alone.

Once the Night Elves have made contact and formed an alliance, the alliance of the Eastern Continent will also send troops directly through the portal to support.

So the immediate priority is to race against time to build a fortress in a favorable position, and then build a portal to provide a safe place for the incoming reinforcements.

……

At the same time, far away in the depths of the Ashen Valley, a clearing that had been corrupted by evil energy, showing a scorched earth and green evil flames.

The Abyssal Lord Manolos is watching the Morgs of his legion, studying the body and blood of Grom Hellroar.

As engineers of the Burning Legion, these demonic creatures with heavily modified bodies are very good at research and creation.

The famous Neesque Cannons, Legion Portals, and Magical Mechs are their masterpieces.

In addition to this, on other planets, the Morgars have also built countless space battleships and starfortresses, which can be said to be the most important technical support in the Legion.

Although they generally do not have a high status and are not as valued as high-level demons with strong individual strength, such as the Dreadlord, Eredar, Abyss Lord, and Doom Lord, basically all combat units will be equipped to a greater or lesser extent.

However, due to the Abyssal Lord's innate desire for destruction, Manolos has never had a good attitude towards these engineers, and even thinks that these guys who can only do all the bells and whistles are a complete bunch.

After all, as long as he personally goes into battle, he can often sweep away all enemies with a thunderous momentum, where can he use it to build any evil energy artillery base, let alone something with a very high failure rate like a magic mecha.

With that kind of effort, it is better to throw a super-large hellfire and smash it down to crush all the stubborn enemies.

But now, due to some unknown mutation in the Warsong Clan, Manolos remembered the engineers and wanted them to find out the reason behind them.

Especially after witnessing the great power of these evil orcs, he even wanted to turn all the orcs into this.

In this way, he will be able to shine in the Battle of Mount Hyjal, and let Lord Akmund understand his worth, and then get more rewards after conquering the planet.

Just as the Abyss Lord was imagining a bright future, one of Morgar finally finished his examination and quickly walked to Manolos, who had a huge size, and reported: "My lord, after repeated experiments and analyses, we have reached the point where these orcs not only possess your blood, but also possess another unknown blood. The latter is what causes them to have an insatiable thirst for blood. ”

"Oh? What is the blood? ”

Manolos asked with a slight twinkle in his eyes.

"We're sorry, but we've never seen this blood, or a species that can match it.

In addition, the spring where you shed your blood has completely disappeared due to the destruction of some unknown force.

Obviously, there must be an untold conspiracy hidden in this.

It would be a good idea to contact Lord Tikdios and ask him to send the Dreadlord to investigate.

As for these orcs, I think it's best to keep them under control. ”

Engineer Morgo told all the information he had so far.

"Do you think someone can compete with me for control of the Orcs?"

Manolos leaned forward slightly, staring at his subordinate with his terrifyingly glowing eyes, as if in the next second, he would raise his weapon and tear it to shreds, or unleash evil flames to consume him.

Due to the tendency of the Abyss Lord to be angry and destroy desires, he is very short-tempered and prone to losing control.

Doing things under them requires extreme care.

Otherwise, they will be sent to the Twisted Void in minutes to be resurrected.

Although demons don't really die in the physical universe, just as demons and demons in the universe where Toriel is located don't die forever outside of their hometown.

But the problem is that there are not many people who are willing to die once when they are idle.

Incidentally, the Distorted Void of the Azeroth Universe refers to the convergence of Light and Shadow Energy to trigger the Big Bang, creating a gap between two diametrically opposed opposites, the Physical Universe and the Shadow Void.

Among them, the Shadow Void is not a dark void that can only be entered by traveling mages, but only another side of this universe that represents the shadow energy and the dark side.

If you have to use a more understandable word, the Shadow Void is equivalent to a region without any celestial bodies and filled with dark matter in space, which belongs to the two sides of the same coin as the physical universe.

As for the Twisted Void, it is a chaotic area formed by the constant intersection of light and shadow.

And the life born in this area is called a demon.

Some of these things are original, and some of them are created by distortion later.

When their souls are captured by the Twisted Void, they gain the power of immortality.

This is why the Burning Legion is unrivaled in the physical universe.

Even the Titans of the Pantheon didn't have a good way to deal with these demons, but to build a prison to imprison them.

Engineer Morgo was obviously frightened by the Abyss Lord's tyrannical eyes, and hurriedly shook his head desperately and explained, "No, of course not. I just think there might be some kind of hidden danger in these orcs. ”

When Manolos heard this, he immediately let out a burst of disdainful laughter: "Hahahahaha!

Hidden trouble?

What do you think these orcs are?

What do they have the power to hurt me?

Not to mention that my blood is the source of anger, tyranny, and bloodlust in the hearts of these orcs!

They will never be able to get out of my control and will be my pets for generations to come!

Okay, don't talk nonsense, inject this blood into all the orcs for me.

I'm going to make the Warsong Clan the most powerful force in the Vanguard.

Lord Akmund will see the power of the Orcs in the upcoming showdown. ”

As he blurted out these words, the Abyss Lord jerked up his double-headed sword and slammed it into the ground, leaving a bloody trail on Engineer Morgo's face on the spot.

Anyone who is not a fool can see that this is a naked and undisguised threat and intimidation.

Engineer Morgo was obviously angry but did not dare to speak, not even a word of nonsense, and quickly prostrated himself on the ground and turned away in the most humble manner.

When he returned, he immediately injected the blood drawn from Grom Hellroar's body into the bodies of all Warsong Clan orcs.

In less than thirty minutes, a violent and bloodthirsty army with a total number of four or five thousand people was built in this way.

But you think that's the end of it, and that's a big mistake.

The Burning Legion is not a primitive and backward orc, but an organization with a high degree of magic and technology.

So Manolos' swiftness allowed his demons to dress their orc legions with the sturdy armor that had been mined and smelted by these days.

At this point, the entire Warsong Clan was completely reborn and turned into an army more terrifying than the Undead Scourge.

Just as he was about to test his hand at the additional Tribal Knife, a murky Grom Hell roar that seemed to be sleepwalking for so many days seemed to hear a whisper in his ear.

Although the voice was so soft, it contained irresistible power, even more powerful than the self-proclaimed master of the Abyss Lord.

Unable to resist, the Warsong Clan's chief could only follow the whisper's guidance, avoid the eyes of the demons around him, and quietly came to a pool of water incubated by evil energy, only to see the demon who showed him the way not long ago.

To be exact, it is Zuo Si, who deliberately transforms into the appearance of a demon.

"It's you?!"

Grom's eyes widened suddenly, and he suddenly felt a strong and immensely intimate connection between himself and the other party.

"How are you feeling right now? My dear descendants. Zuo Si touched his chin and asked rhetorically with a smile.

"Descendants? What does that mean? Do you also want to be my master? ”

Because of the influence of the Abyss Lord's blood, Grom was obviously more irritable than usual, and immediately raised his blood roar to rush up and hack the other party to death.

But unfortunately, only a second later, he found that the blood all over his body seemed to have coagulated, and the whole person was frozen in place.

Zuo Si approached as if he were strolling in a leisurely court, completely ignoring the blade that had been raised high, reaching out and patting the orc warrior's rough face in a very insulting gesture, and sarcastically said in a half-joking tone: "Little Azeroth is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

Why are there such filial sons and grandsons as Alsace everywhere?

Want to kill me?

Do you know that I am the ancestor of you and all the vampire orcs of the Warsong Clan?

Do you know that I created you with my own hands?

So don't confuse me with that idiot at Manolos.

I am not just my master, but the source of all your power, my Creator and my God.

Now I command you to get down on your knees! ”

As the last word blurted out, the always arrogant and conceited Grom Hell roared and instantly felt the congealed blood begin to flow, and his knees bent uncontrollably, kneeling in front of the other party.

The most important thing is that he didn't have the slightest thought of anger, unwillingness and humiliation in his heart, as if this kind of action should be a natural father.

What's going on?

What's going on?

Why is it that I am like a puppet, and I am completely manipulated from my body to my mind?

Since he didn't like to use his brain very much, and he didn't like anything related to magic, Grom couldn't find the answer.

Once again, it turns out that the clever orcs like Sar, Gul'dan, Naozu, and Orgrimmar are only a handful after all.

Especially the last one, who simply played with power tricks and intrigues to the point of pure fire, and was more of a hero than a hero.

Because whether Orgrimmar is in power or seizing power, or in the battle with the Alliance, he has repeatedly used shameless sneak attacks that do not speak of martial virtues.

This is clearly not popular with the traditional values of orcs, which advocate one-on-one duels head-to-head.

"I think you must be wondering what happened to you and the other Warsong clans right now, right?"

Zuo Si condescendingly looked down at this strong and tall orc warrior.

Grom only felt that the volcanic anger and bloodlust in his heart were fading, replaced by a mind built on darkness, calmness, and cunning.

His eyes also transitioned from the original blood red to black and red, and he suddenly raised his head and asked, "What have you done to me and my clan?" ”

Zuo Si replied meaningfully, "I added a little of my own blood to that spring water that was contaminated with the blood of the Abyss Lord.

In other words, I snatched control of the entire Warsong Clan from Manolos.

From now on, you are no longer orcs or evil orcs, but blood orcs.

As for your mission, it is to defeat and capture Thrall in the next battle, giving him this power through the first embrace.

From now on, I am the supreme lord of the blood orcs, and you must be the god you believe in and serve.

Only in this way can the orcs survive and not go to destruction.

Don't think about resisting.

For as the True Ancestor, I have control over you from the spiritual to the physical.

I believe you have already felt it. ”

"Yes, I already feel it. Rest assured, I will capture Sal and bring him to you. But what about the Burning Legion behind him in Manolos? ”

The blood power belonging to the Abyss Lord in Grom's body has obviously faded a lot, and he can already start thinking and analyzing rationally.

He wasn't a fool and understood how big the gap between the Warsong Clan and the demons was.

Even if the entire tribe were transformed into blood orcs, in front of Akmund they would be nothing more than worms that could be crushed to death with a wave of their hands.

"You don't need to worry about the Burning Legion, naturally someone will take care of them.

As for Manolos, I grant you the right to pounce on Thrall and suck out his burning blood, which is full of evil powers, after giving him his first hug.

Enjoy this great meal.

Know that once you absorb the blood of this Abyss Lord, your strength will reach unprecedented heights. ”

Zuo Si began to lay out the plan unhurriedly, paving the way for the world pattern after the end of the Third World War in advance.

He didn't plan to kill all the orcs, but to build these guys into a villain force that could never be whitewashed, and used to unite the alliance including the Eastern Continent, as well as the Minotaurs, Night Elves and other races in the Kalimdor Continent.

In this way, with a common enemy, this alliance to resist the invasion of the Burning Legion will not be easily dissolved, let alone split due to the outbreak of internal conflicts, or even stage a script for the chaos of various races in Azeroth.

"As you wish......"

Grom bowed his head deeply in submission to the creator of the Blood Orcs in front of him.

Through this meeting and display of strength, his original memories, thoughts, and emotions have been completely distorted, and in the end, all that remains is deep admiration and awe.

In fact, this is also the affection of many vampire descendants of the Faeron Continent towards their lord.

Even if the lord killed all the family members of his descendant with his own hands, and brutally raped and tortured his parents, sisters, and children before the killing, the descendant would still not have the slightest resentment.

Unless the Vampire Lord releases control, this twisted and deformed emotion will always exist.

Even when the Lord is killed, the first reaction of the descendants is sadness and pain.

It is not until the soul is free again that it will inevitably return to normal.

Obviously, Zuo Si's control over the Blood Orcs is the same.

It was only when he transformed Galia that he released control from the beginning and let the other party act according to his consciousness.

After getting rid of Grom Hellroar, the entire Warsong Clan was completely turned into a sharp blade in Zuo Si's hands.

And the first target it has to deal with is the new tribe led by Thrall.

Poor Manolos did not know that he had been booked as a sacrifice in advance, and still hid behind the scenes happily watching the obedient pets fight the rebellious pets.

He planned to wait for the Warsong Clan to defeat the new tribe, capture all the captured orcs, and force them to drink the mutated blood containing magical powers, so that he could raise an army of tens of thousands of evil orcs.

"Grom! Look what you've done! Do you know what you've done that has made us enemies of all the inhabitants of this continent? ”

Thrall stood at the front of the queue, snarling at the warsong clan chief who had turned into a monster in the distance.

Because at this moment, the Warsong Clan has been completely transformed into evil orcs, even the lowest-level hard laborers.

This also completely bankrupted his original plan to absorb some ordinary Warsong Clan orcs who had not yet drunk the blood of demons after the war.

What's worse is that you have to pay an extremely painful price to wipe out the Warsong Clan.

"Less nonsense! Brat! You're just a rookie, so what qualifies you to speak to me in that tone. I made the right choice, and yours will only make the orcs cowardly and cowardly. Grom Hellroar retorted unflinchingly.

Since meeting Zuo Si, he has been able to control the fury and impulse brought by the blood of the Abyss Lord in his body, and he has also regained his senses, instead of just catching prey and sucking blood like a wild beast a few days ago.

"Bastard! I'm the Great Chief! Have you forgotten the oath you made when you joined the Horde? ”

Thrall is clearly making a last-ditch attempt, trying to convince the Warsong clan to surrender voluntarily in the name of righteousness.

After all, Grom is not in a state of uncommunicative rage at the moment, which makes him can't help but feel a little hopeful.

It's a pity that Grom didn't give the big chief any face at all, and sneered and mocked: "Oath?

Of course I remember the vows I made.

But the question is, who do you think the Warsong Clan is responsible for what it is now?

And who ordered me to go to Ashenvale to collect as much wood as I could?

Without your orders, I wouldn't have traveled to Ashenvale, let alone fought the Night Elf Sentinels and the demigod Cenarius for cutting down the forest, and had to drink the demon's blood to reverse the defeat.

So less pretending to be high there!

You are nothing more than a bastard raised by humans, and you don't deserve to be the Great Chieftain to lead all orcs to survive in this world.

Now, I'm going to send you the Makgora Challenge, and let's decide one-on-one who is right.

Tell me, do you dare to fight? ”

Moment!

The entire battlefield fell into an eerie silence.

All eyes were on the direction where the Great Chief Sal was.

According to orc tradition, a duel of honor cannot be refused, and it will not be until death.

In particular, the chieftains and great chieftains of the various clans are often challenged from below.

They must kill these challengers or force them to submit in order to establish a convincing prestige.

Thrall was challenged by countless challenges when he became the Great Chief.

Thankfully, the techniques and strategies he learned as a slave gladiator helped him successfully defend his position.

But now, in the face of the most powerful warrior in existence of the orcs, Thrall clearly hesitated.

Because he wasn't sure he could outsmart Grom Hellroar in a one-on-one fight.

In the same way, he could not afford the serious consequences of his defeat.

But the problem is that if you don't fight, you will be seen as cowardly and cowardly, and if you really fight, you will inevitably suffer heavy casualties.

Accept or reject?

This is undoubtedly a dilemma.

Even Zuo Si was already sitting in the treetops of the dense forest, enjoying this good show with great interest.

And standing next to him was none other than Marganis, who had been helping out with errands lately.

Seeing Sal's face distorted by the struggle, the Dreadlord couldn't help but laugh and teased, "You're really a bad-hearted guy."

Let the orcs kill each other, and deliberately give the young big chief a problem.

I'm willing to bet that if he continues like this, Sal will have a thick black hair that will fall out in a few years, and his face will be extremely tired and old.

In terms of insidious cunning, you are not inferior to me and my brothers at all. ”

Zuo Si sneered and responded, "Thanks for the compliment."

But that's just the first step in my orc craft.

Keep your eyes open and watch, and I'll show you for yourself how to corrupt a race and let them fall willingly.

Although it is a bit rude to say this.

But I'll still say that Kil'Gardan and the Burning Legion have done a terrible job of infiltrating and corrupting.

On the contrary, it is the ancient gods who have been sealed up that are the real experts in this regard.

I, on the other hand, am the true expert and master who surpasses them. ”

"Oh? So you must be an evil god? After all, there are not many creatures that can be more evil than the Burning Legion. ”

Marganis keenly seized the opportunity to find out more information.

"Oh, don't worry, my dear friend.

It won't be long before you'll see me for who I really am.

But before that, allow me to keep it a little mysterious.

Also, I asked you to convey your kindness to the master behind the scenes, did you help me convey it? ”

Zuo Si decisively changed the topic, obviously not intending to reveal too many details before the doppelganger arrived.

Marganis replied quietly: "The master is very cautious. He is still waiting and watching, and needs to confirm whether you have such qualifications first. ”

"In that case, let's wait and see."

After saying this pun, Zuo Si ended this mutual temptation.

(End of chapter)