Although Orgrim couldn't see the specialties of these troops, he could still feel the horror of this orc infantry.

He looked warily at the orc in front of him.

It even looks even more terrifying than an orc who has fallen into a bloodthirsty rage after drinking demonic blood.

Orgrim (High Chief): "This power...... It looks very evil, can't you summon some normal powers, like the King of Firedemons? ”

Nao Zu (Chief of the Shadow Moon): "Don't surprise the Great Chief, only strength is the true meaning, as for the Lord of the Fire Demons...... Perhaps you should know that the existence represented by this power is the ancient god that even the King of Fire Demon has to serve.

I can't fully control this power yet, but as long as the Great Chief supports me, let's dig up the ancient ruins of the Sealer's Elder God, and I'll unleash something that will make the world tremble.

This power will completely sublimate the orcs, and at that time, the abyssal orcs will crush humans like ants. ”

Listening to the beautiful future described by Naozu, Orgrim couldn't help but feel a little moved, but when he saw the strange eyeballs and terrifying tentacles on the orc, he couldn't help but feel that disgust in his heart.

"I need to think about it before making a decision—is this force safe, Master Naozu?"

"Hahahaha, Great Chief, you should know that there is no absolutely safe power, the more powerful the force, the more difficult it is to control, but I can control it, which the Great Chief can rest assured. As long as there is a strong enough will, it will not be controlled by power, and there are many such strong-willed warriors among our orcs, such as the Great Chieftain, who definitely has such ability.

Think about it, if you have such power, no one will be able to resist the footsteps of the tribe. ”

Orgrim nodded, he wasn't so sure about that now.

Imagining himself as a monster like this in front of him made Orgrim feel a little sick to his stomach.

"You step down first, Master Nao Zu, I need to think carefully before making a decision."

Soon Naozu was gone.

Orgrim glanced at Sarufar next to him, but the other shook his head: "I don't know what kind of power it is, but that thing scares me, and if you choose to use such power, you will leave behind all the glory and tradition of orcs." ”

Orgrim snorted coldly, "The glory and tradition of the orcs, hmph, is there anything like that in the tribe today?" ”

That being said, he relate to the fear of that power.

The orc guards walked in again.

"Grand Chief, Master Grog Evil Eye is here."

"Let him in."

Grogo Evil Eye looked even more awe-inspiring, he was wearing a Warlock's Shadow Cloak, his back was covered with huge bone spurs, and several skulls were decorated with it, and his eyes radiated green evil energy, which looked more and more like Gul'dan.

Even the tone became similar to that of Guldan.

Grogo Evil Eye (Evil Fire Chief): "Great Chief, I have good news for you, I think you have already felt it, right, the tribe is in crisis right now, Neozu and the elements he serves are powerless to save the tribe, and the Fire Demon King is nothing more than a waste, with the title of king in vain.

Elemental creatures can't stop the magic and light of humans.

Without the power of demonic blood, the warriors of the tribe are gradually weakening.

But don't worry, I'm here for exactly that, and I think it's time to pick up our orc lost traditions and continue to serve the great Burning Legion.

As long as there is enough demonic blood, orcs will become irresistible chariots and fierce beasts, and I have recently found that orc warriors who drink demonic blood a second time will gain far more power than the first time, and lo and behold, this is the powerful warrior I brought you - the evil orc berserker!

Grogo Evil Eye said as he revealed the orcs he had brought behind him.

The orc in front of him couldn't help but attract Orgrim's attention.

Crimson skin, eyes filled with blood-red light.

With veins bulging from his strong physique, huge fangs sticking out of his mouth, yes, he looked stronger and wilder than a normal orc, and the evil orc in front of him looked at least a 'human' compared to the abyssal orc.

[Orc Berserker (Level 46 Infantry), HP 950.]

Class Traits: Super Berserk, Demon Body, Bloodthirsty, Chaotic Attack, Savage Combat......

Class Introduction: An orc warrior who drank the blood of demons for the second time, the bloodthirsty and violent instincts in his body were completely awakened, his reason was replaced by his bestial nature, and he was able to fight the enemy without fear and pity.

However, the body eroded by the blood of the demon gradually becomes demonic, and once it encounters the superior demon, it is likely to become the object of the other party's enslavement. 】

Grogo Evil Eye (Evil Fire Chief): "I know what the Great Chief is worried about, the tribe shouldn't be anyone's slave, but there's nothing wrong with clinging to the strong, isn't that the tradition of the orcs?"

The Burning Legion is willing to help us conquer this world, all we need to do is give them a little resources and intelligence in return.

In the past, wasn't the tribe able to conquer the whole of Draenor thanks to demonic magic and demonic blood? Now that gift has come again. ”

Orgrim shook his head, "Conquer Draenor—I don't think it's going to ruin Draenor." ”

Grog Evil Eye (Evil Fire Chief): "Draenor did suffer some damage, but if we fail, what's the point of the world being beautiful?" Only the victor is qualified to talk about environmental protection, and with Draenor's experience, we can control the use this time, try to avoid losses, and leave enough area for orcs to live. ”

As he spoke, Grog Evil Eye pulled out the cup he had prepared.

Inside was a glass of scarlet liquid.

"Drink, Great Chief, lead the orcs to drink the blood of demons again and conquer this world, this is the fate of the orcs."

Orgrim looked at the demonic blood in front of him, but he showed a look of disgust and hatred.

He still remembered the scene when the orcs drank the demon's blood, it was Gul'dan who brought this 'gift' to the orcs, and Hell Roar took the lead in drinking the demon's blood for strength, and a large number of orcs followed suit, and then immediately fell into a rage and began to kill all races other than orcs.

But there is still a group of orcs who have not received demonic blood.

Orgrim Doomhammer, Durotan, Black Hand, Sarufar Brothers...... They have different reasons, but to put it bluntly, they are the best and should not rely on the power of demons or anything else.

Now that Durontan, the Black Hand, and Old Sarufar have all died in battle, do you still want to stick to this idea?

"That's enough, I'll think about it."

Grog Evil Eye did not continue to persecute, and turned away with his head bowed.

"You don't really want to drink demon blood, do you?" Sarufar said worriedly.

"Demon's blood, the god of the ancients...... Do we have any other choice? I used to think that the tribe was invincible, and that with the strength of the orcs and the cunning of my heart, it would be easy to conquer this world, but it seems that we were all wrong, maybe we should not have come to this world in the first place.

Maybe we're at the wrong door. ”

"Orgrim!"

"Hehe, don't worry, Sarufar, I'm not weak enough to give up glory."

Orgrim chuckled, suddenly confident again.

"Whether it's the blood of demons or the gods of the ancients, orcs don't need their power to survive, if we fail, then fail, at least we still have glory."

Slap-smack!

In the darkness, there was a sudden sound of applause.

Orgrim and Sarufar Mendel looked into the darkness, only to see an orc come out.

With each step, the surrounding light dimmed, and the shadow of a pair of huge dragon wings was reflected on the walls of the tent by the firelight, and the invisible pressure made the two of them clench their weapons in tacit understanding.

The orc suddenly turned into a human face, not angry and self-assured, and exuding the breath of a king and a superior creature.

Morpheus (King of the Black Dragon): "First of all, I would like to introduce myself - Morpheus, King of the Black Dragon, is honored to meet the Great Chief of your tribe. ”

Orgrim was stunned when he saw the human face.

Orgrim (Grand Chief): "King of the Black Dragons? I once met a king of black dragons, Nesario, the king of black dragons, and you look like him. ”

Morpheus was also stunned, Deathwing and Orgrim had met, why didn't I remember this plot?

"Nesario is dead, and I am the new King of the Black Dragon."

Orgrim sneered, "Then Your Excellency the Black Dragon King, let me guess, did you also bring a wonderful piece of good news?" A gift of strength and gifts? A hope of victory?

What are you going to make us take refuge into, gods or demons, or something more terrible than that? ”

Morpheus shook his head, "No, there are no powers and gifts, and there is a price to be paid for the acquisition of any power, and only relying on oneself is the right way."

What I bring is not strength, but a reason. ”

"Why?"

"That's right, a reason to fight for, if you don't even know why you're fighting, then how can you win?

Have you ever felt that the world is shrouded in a fog, with an invisible hand at the mercy of your life, your destiny, and even your soul?

Everything is already predestined, you are just an actor and a puppet in this grand drama, dancing to the script, what you think is your personal choice, your own destiny, glory and tradition...... In fact, it all makes no sense. ”

Orgrim frowned at this.

"What do you know?"

"Hehe, I know the answer to all the truths, don't worry, you will know soon."

As he spoke, he raised his hand, and a black cloud of magic condensed in his palm.

Sarufar raised his tomahawk and was about to intercept the charge, but a dark energy struck him, sending him flying upside down.

Onexia's figure immediately appeared behind Sarufar, using her magic to outline a dozen dark ropes to bind Sarufar.

Wielding the Hammer of Destruction, Orgrim leaped to his feet, and although he became the Great Chief, he never lost his skill in battle.

But the ground under his feet suddenly became a thousand pounds, and the huge gravity dragged him down from the air, firmly clinging to the ground.

The power of the Guardian of the Earth—it works.

Morpheus stepped forward slowly, the dark magic in his hand alerting Orgrim.

"What are you going to do?"

"Don't worry Ogrim, I'm not hostile, I'm just going to reveal the truth to you, I'm going to let you see the world as it is, I'm going to make you understand who your real enemy is......"

Syllable! Morpheus slammed it against Orgrim's head.

(End of chapter)