The ridiculed leader of the Dragonmaw Clan, Dragon Tamer Zuluhid, smashed his fists on the table. He did not dare to complain to the increasingly prestigious warchief, so he aimed at the one-eyed orc:

"Kilrogg! It seems that you have forgotten your clan's disastrous defeat in the war with the Gurubashi trolls in Stranglethorn Vale. Do you want me to remind you that the Bronzebeard dwarves of Dun Morogh are still resisting so far?

How many times has your clan tasted defeat?”

"Bang"

A blood-red sword slashed hard on the table. This time, Red Blackhand, who was attending the meeting on behalf of the Thunder King Clan and the Black-Toothed Smiling Clan, could no longer hold back. His eyes were filled with anger and he stared at him.

By Zuluhid:

"You dare to slander Overseer Saurfang? You dare to slander a true hero! You coward! Come! Let's have a game of Mac'Gora, and I will chop off your head with my own hands!"

"Hey! Black Hand's little mad dog! Who are you barking at!"

Another old orc who had been sitting on the edge, with his upper body naked and his white hair tied into braids, suddenly stood up and drew out the sword that was similar to the black hand behind him. Old Dahl, the chief of the Burning Blade Clan. Triple Blood Blade said in a deep voice.

:

"Want to use this sword master's blade to show off your power? You're not qualified yet!"

"Enough!"

"Bang"

In the great chief's anger, the black-gray warhammer hit the table in front of him fiercely. The hard stone table cracked with a shocking crack. This sudden outburst made other chiefs quiet down.

Chief Orgrim snorted dissatisfied:

"This is a meeting place. If you want to fight, get out!"

Seeing the warchief getting angry, everyone became quiet. Orgrim's reputation in today's orc tribe has almost reached the point where his words are as good as his words. Compared with the repeated failures of the first generation warchief Blackhand Blackhand

, after taking over the command of the tribe, Orgrim took only one year to conquer half of the continent with his violent orcs.

Now, as long as the army of the last seven human alliances is defeated, the entire continent will become the new home of the orcs!

No one dared to provoke Orgrim at this time. The chiefs of their respective clans did not even dare to complain. They were afraid that if Orgrim gave an order, the warriors who originally belonged to their respective clans would abandon the chiefs.

Come under the command of the great chief.

"You've all finished arguing, now it's my turn!"

The warchief sat on the chair again. In the firelight dancing on both sides, his back looked so huge, like a mountain. On the orcs' usually rough cheeks, Orgrim's eyes sparkled.

A little more cunning.

"I don't think Saurfang failed. In fact, I think a dead Zul'jin is more useful than a living Zul'jin. What's more, Zul'jin died at the hands of the high elves.

That is the feud of the Amani trolls. With a little guidance, the thousands of trolls in the forest will become the best cannon fodder for the tribe... By the way, what did the Amani envoy say?"

Kilrogg, the chief of the Bloodring Clan, replied in a low voice:

"They are willing to join forces with us, but the premise is that we must help them attack Silvermoon City, and hand over the elf's body to them, cut it into pieces to worship Zul'jin, but Saurfang insists on staying there, no matter what

He was willing to let the troll get close to the corpse. He said that the elf was a warrior and died in a glorious battle, and should not be so humiliated by the troll."

"Stupid! Glory? What age is this? Saurfang's brain is broken! Giving the body to those trolls will allow them..."

Zuluhid began to taunt again, but this time, the chief of the Burning Blade Clan, the old swordsman Dar, who was arguing with Red just now, jumped up suddenly and drew out the flaming blade Sankesu from behind.

, pointed the sword blade directly at Zuluhid, and cursed:

"Shut up! You piece of garbage rotting in the mud! You have lost your glory, why don't you allow others to hold it?"

This roar made Zuluhid immediately shut up. The sword master of the Burning Blade Clan was recognized as the most capable madman in the tribe. He did not dare to argue with Old Dar head-on. The old swordmaster saw Zuluhid surrender.

, snorted disdainfully, looked at the chief, and said in a deep voice:

"Regarding this matter, I support Saurfang! We have avenged the trolls, they should not ask for so much anymore!"

"Well, that's what I think too..."

Orgrim nodded and stopped talking. His eyes were flashing with thought. At this time, no one dared to disturb him.

"What about the body?"

After a few minutes, Kilrogg asked cautiously:

"Gul'dan came to see me yesterday. He said that his research on war weapons is almost over and he needs the corpses of other races for research. The corpses of high elves are what he needs, but we only have the ranger in hand.

Already."

"Then give it to him!"

Orgrim closed his eyes:

"This is for the victory of the tribe. This is a glorious sacrifice. I believe Saurfang will understand."
Chapter completed!