Momentum is not something that everyone can have, I have imagined what that kind of awe-inspiring momentum person should look like, and this orc in front of me completely satisfies the image in my mind.

Zuruhid turned to look at the people who had walked in.

"Ahh Its tone changed suddenly, "Congratulations to the great Horde Grand Chieftain Orgrim Doomhammer, your army has completely taken over this city, and this human kingdom has been completely conquered under your leadership!" As he spoke, it bent down slightly to salute the orc.

That orc is Orgrim! Oh my God! Instantly I felt goosebumps on my body.

Orgrim didn't seem to blink his eyes as he walked past Garona, completely ignoring the topless orc, instead walking straight to the coffin and tilting his head to look inside before turning his head to look at Garona.

"Zuluhid, aren't you afraid that other people will have opinions about you when you treat the heroes of the tribe like this?" Orgrim glanced at Garona and then looked at Zulushid, who had a sinister face next to him.

"Weapons have no feelings, weapons only obey." Zulushid said. "Tools need to be utilized."

"Would her original owner be upset if she found out." Orgrim's tone was a little complicated.

"Will that freak ever wake up?" Zuluhid smiled. "Do you want him to wake up?"

Orgrim ignored it and just hooked his fingers, and two orc warriors stepped forward, "Get him out." It said.

The two orcs tried to overturn the coffin, but were unsuccessful. Two more orcs came up and overturned the coffin to the ground.

King Ryan's body rolled out at once, and all the spices in the coffin were buckled to the ground, and the gold coins in the coffin were all over the place at once.

Orgrim snatched a spear from the hands of an orc soldier and poked at the king's corpse. With all his might, he poked the corpse out of the spice.

Yes! Poor King Lane......

Garona seemed to tremble.

"It stinks!" Orgrim snorted in disgust. "What about the green-skinned gnomes?" Orgrim picked up the body and threw it on the table next to him, asking to the side.

"They want to visit the city we have conquered." An orc said.

Yes...... The dark green skin of the orc who spoke had a black sheen, and its ears were not large, but the fangs were a little exaggerated. It's not very tall, but it has a very loud voice.

"Visiting? What's there to visit here? ”

"They are all businessmen, and businessmen are constantly discovering business opportunities." The orc said.

"I don't like them at all. Ugly, short, treacherous! Ogrim commented.

"But they helped." The black-green orc said.

"It's not them who help, it's gold that helps us." As he spoke, Orgrim kicked a gold coin on the ground far away. "Why do these freaks like this useless metal so much!"

"Because it doesn't do anything other than exchange things."

"Give them everything they need, let them get out of here." Orgrim said.

"No, no, no, my Great Chief, you can't give them all!" The orc said, "While this kind of thing is worthless in Draenor, this useless metal is here to help you conquer the world!" The whole world! ”

It turns out that there is no gold in the world of orcs.

When they get so much of this metal at once, only to find that they can't make any weapons or tools, the soft metal becomes worthless.

"North!" The black-green orc continued, "There are still large, fertile, fertile lands in the north, with mountains, plains, forests, and ...... Food! It's almost the same or better environment than Draenor! ”

"...... the North," Orgrim nodded, but his tone changed suddenly. My brother went to the north ......"

"And yet he died! Died in the snow and ice of the north! They have been framed! "Orgrim roared!" The whereabouts of their child, Goyle, remain unknown. Orgrim gritted his teeth: "Every time I think about it, I want to hammer his head again!" ”

Zuluhid snorted.

"What are you laughing at?" Orgrim's anger lingered.

"Blackhan's skull is no longer the scum of your hammer, but you still have that freak, why do you keep it?"

"Because those warlocks are still alive! Those white ghosts are still alive! That brute is still alive in Gugar! I'm going to take them all, in front of all the orcs! Personally! One by one! Hammer their heads! It is their scourge that has led to the corruption of our homeland step by step! Depraved! No longer fit for survival! Let's uproot! I'm going to let everyone know that studying evil spells is the end of it! ”

"But these warlocks are hard to find right now." Zulushid said.

Orgrim looked at Garona. "Maybe she knows where they are."

Everyone looked at Garona, who had her hands tied behind her back, and she didn't have any expression on her face but looked ahead faintly.

"Say, minions of the Shadow Council, servants of Gul'dan." Orgrim spoke.

"I don't know." Garona said.

"Gul'dan trusts you the most, don't you know?" Zulushid said.

"I've been around humans to gather information for Gul'dan."

"Those Green Flame Warlocks have suffered heavy losses in Blackstone Mountain, and so many people have died, so Gul'dan didn't let the best of his men go to your help?" Zuluhid asked.

"I said I've always been around humans."

No one spoke, and Orgrim walked over to Garona, who was more than two heads taller than Garona. Suddenly, it grabbed Garona by the neck and lifted it up. Garona's feet lifted off the ground in an instant.

This power ......

Garona struggled as she was lifted with chains and a ball of iron tied to her feet, and as she looked like she was about to suffocate, Orgrim threw Garona out of the way. "The people of the Shadow Council must die!" It squeezed the phrase out between its teeth.

Zuluhid had a smile on his face, I really couldn't understand what was so funny about this guy.

At this time, an orc walked in from outside, I know this guy! Its face is so familiar to me, how can I forget that blind eye!

"Where do you guess those guys are going to flee?" Orgrim looked at Zulushid.

"Maybe it's the South, maybe it's ......"

"Of course it won't be the South!" The one-eyed orc who had just walked in said, "The natives of the southern forests will give them the most cordial greetings and then kill them." ”

"Ha, I forgot, you were kicked out by them." Zuluhid quipped.

"Your mouth has always been very poor, Zuluhid of the Dragonthroat Clan, are your people also talking nonsense like you?" The one-eyed orc retorted.

"Ha, I'm just stating the facts."

"Shut up!" Orgrim interrupted them. "They'll hide in the forest, or further north, somewhere further north."

"There is still a large area of land in the north, my honorable Great Chief." The black-green orc suddenly interjected.

"Until the exact casualties of the tribes are reported, I am not prepared to let the troops continue the war." Ogrim said.

Everyone was silent.

"This is the first piece of land we have acquired, a real land that can be lived." He said.

"But this land is not enough for all of our tribes to survive." That's when I found out that there was a woman in this group! It was dressed as a woman at all.

All the orcs looked at it.

"Azouka, of course I know what you're talking about, the difficulties are only temporary! This land is indeed not enough to feed all the clans, and there are also Warsong, Broken Hands, Taunting Skull, Thor, and Bone Eater Clan in Draenor! Orgrim looked at the orc, who was only a head shorter than him.

"They're going to come here, but we've got to put down roots here!" He looked at the one-eyed orc, "We want to get it, first get our own territory!" And eradicate all the guys who threaten us! Kilrog, the jungles of the south are a lot like your hometown, right? ”

Ah, yes, it's called Kilrog Deadeye!

Kilrog nodded, "What the Great Chief says makes sense! ”

"Azouka, your Fireblade Clan doesn't seem to have an advantage over the Warsong Clan, does it?" Orgrim looked at it.

"The Fireblade Clan is not so greedy for life and afraid of death." The orc named Azuka replied.

Zuluhid's expression was not very good, but he did not speak. The black-handed orc next to him owed, and was stopped by Zulushid's outstretched hand.

"Agreed!" Zulushid said. "We need to recuperate for the time being! The Great Chief was right! ”

"One more thing." Orgrim said, "Send scouts to the north and continue to search for the escaped Warlocks!" Itrieg! It looked to the side, and an orc with braided hair stepped out.

"Galona's interrogation is to be handed over to you for the time being, and I want to know everything she knows as soon as possible! You'll have a way, right? ”

"As you wish." The orc named Itreg nodded.

"Varok." The Great Chief turned to look at the mighty warrior behind him, "I want to know further north, if you can find the Frostwolf Clan...... Tell them that the tribe is reborn. Orgrim looked into its eyes, "If you can find Durotan's son...... Be sure to bring it back to me! ”

"I'll ask Brooks to come with me." The orc named Wallock said.

Orgrim nodded in agreement. It looked at the black-handed orcs on the side, "Maim, go tell your brother Red, let him withdraw all the black teeth, the humans have been defeated, let them tremble for a while, and then slowly clean them up." ”

I have a feeling that this meeting should be over, and everyone is waiting for the Grand Chief's instructions. The Great Chief walked out the door, "Let those greenskins get out of here." It said.

"Great Chief, what about this corpse?" Zuruhid said as he looked at Garona.

"Burn it! Along with this place...... Burn it together! Orgrim strode out.