There was no choice! Zuo Si blocked all the paths of the orcs from the beginning, leaving them with only one choice, 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 Grom Hellscream and the Warsong Clan.
Otherwise, whether it is the Alliance in the eastern continent or the night elves and their allies in Kalimdor, after ending the war with the Burning Legion, they will turn around and kill all the orcs in Azeroth without leaving a single one alive.
Just like treating Sartre who was corrupt and decadent ten thousand years ago.
Although these Sartres have managed to evade encirclement and suppression time and time again with their tenacious vitality and have survived to the present day, their numbers are now very small, and they can only hide underground or somewhere in the mountains like rats.
If the orcs also choose to take this path, they will completely sink into becoming minions, cannon fodder and slaves of the Burning Legion, and will be treated as playthings by the Lords of the Abyss for eternity.
Maybe one day when the latter gets tired of playing with them, they will kill them all and twist them into a new species of demons.
Many of the Burning Legion's thousands of demons were created in this way.
Such a tragic fate is obviously not acceptable to Thrall or any chieftain who still upholds the traditional values of the orcs.
So after fierce arguments and even fights, the army led by the Frostwolf Clan finally began to march towards Ashenvale.
Thrall knew that he had to kill this sinner who had brought eternal damnation to all his compatriots with his own hands before Grom Hellscream slaughtered more night elf strongholds and caused irreparable damage to the entire forest.
The only thing to be thankful for was that, out of gratitude to the orcs for helping the tauren migrate, Cairne Bloodhoof provided enough food to last about a month before the army set out.
Otherwise, the existing material reserves will only last about a week before there is a risk of running out of food.
After all, when they were in the eastern continent, they had not been able to save much food by plundering the villages and towns of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, and they consumed a lot of it when crossing the Endless Sea. After going ashore, they basically had no reserves.
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 have a much larger appetite than humans, and the trolls of the Darkspear tribe are also very big eaters.
In addition, they do not engage in any production at all and have no land to settle on, so naturally there is no stable source of food.
Even the warriors' weapons and armor were extremely crude, and most of the metal products came from looting caravans and towns.
As for things like gold and silver, they were basically all given to the greedy goblins in exchange for the right to use airships, logging machines and other projects.
Yes, you read that right, it is the right to use, not the ownership.
Because the goblins saw through the low IQ of most orcs at a glance and concluded that it was impossible for them to understand and learn complex engineering, they simply raised the price and slashed the price for this "high-quality customer".
You should know that the prices of monopoly goods and services are different from those of non-monopoly goods and services.
For the same thing, if the former is several times more expensive than the latter, it is considered quite conscientious.
Usually it starts at ten or even dozens of times.
As we all know, the goblins of Azeroth who have entered the capitalist society have absolutely no "burdens" such as "conscience" and "morals" that would prevent them from making a lot of money.
So when it comes to cheating the orcs, each one is more ruthless than the last.
During the two Orc Wars, they provided 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 financial resources and power of the goblins will expand rapidly, eventually becoming a force that cannot be underestimated, and can even compete with the dwarves in engineering.
You have to know that before this, their technological level was no match for the dwarves who had built the huge underground mechanical city of Gnomeregan.
After all, dwarves are creations of the Titans, and their natural intelligence and creative abilities far exceed those of other races.
It was precisely because of the power of greed and capital that the goblins were able to finally overtake others and even create some things that were not very stable but had absolutely shocking effects.
Of course, Thrall obviously realized that the goblins were taking advantage of him.
But the problem is that he has no second choice.
Right now, apart from the trolls and goblins, there is no other race in the entire Azeroth willing to trade with the orcs.
After a period of marching, Thrall finally led his army to Ashenvale.
When he saw the burning forest before him, as well as the red-skinned evil orcs and Burning Legion demons with black bone spurs on their bodies, the rage in his heart finally erupted completely. He raised the Hammer of Destruction and injected the power of lightning into it and smashed it hard at a warrior who had completely lost his mind, smashing the opponent's head directly, and blood, brain matter and broken skull splattered everywhere.
"kill!
Kill these depraved bastards!
They are not worthy of being called orcs! They are not our compatriots!
In the name of the Warchief! I hereby declare that the Warsong Clan is no longer a part of the Horde as of this day and age!"
Accompanied by Thrall's furious roar, thousands of orc troops and their allies, the Darkspear trolls, showed no mercy and immediately rushed forward to launch a fierce attack like a tsunami.
But unfortunately, despite the overwhelming numerical advantage, the fighting situation was extremely tense.
The casualties among the soldiers on the front line were extremely heavy.
Because in a melee, a red-skinned evil orc can easily kill more than ten ordinary orcs.
Especially the blood-sucking ability that Zuo Si deliberately added. Unless the entire head is chopped off, even if the abdomen, heart and other fatal parts of these evil orcs are pierced, they can heal quickly by sucking blood.
Even the trolls have to admit defeat to its terrifying regeneration ability.
What's even more terrible is that unlike ordinary evil orcs who will lose their minds and become extremely violent due to the influence of the blood of the Abyss Lord, because the blood of the Dreadlord is injected into their veins, they are very insidious and cunning when fighting, and often use their own abilities to interfere with the opponent's mind.
In addition, the power of the Blood God Hakkar can control the opponent's blood flow to a certain extent, and even forcibly draw blood out of the blood vessels through the skin. It often costs a huge price to kill a demon orc of the Warsong Clan.
In the end, it was Thrall who led the team personally to defeat this small force of perhaps only one or two hundred people, and killed five or six hundred low-level demons in the process.
The price paid by the new tribe was the deaths of 400 people and more than 2,000 injured.
Such a horrific casualty ratio was simply unbelievable to Thrall and other senior officials.
You should know that many clan veterans and chiefs have participated in the First or Second War and are familiar with the power of the evil orcs. Some of them themselves were once members of the evil orcs.
But the power of the evil orcs of the Warsong Clan was obviously far beyond everyone's cognition.
After personally killing an evil orc, the older Eitrigg cursed breathlessly, "Damn it! These guys are ridiculously strong! What kind of transformation did the demons make on them? This is obviously not normal!"
"Abnormal?"
Thrall picked up the Doomhammer that fell to the ground with a puzzled expression on his face.
Because he was born after the opening of the Dark Portal, he had never seen the appearance of evil orcs since he could remember. They were all green-skinned orcs whose anger and bloodthirstiness had disappeared.
"That's right! The orcs who drank the devil's blood before didn't have such strong power, and they couldn't recover quickly by sucking blood.
They are just a bit stronger, bigger and more durable than normal orcs.
Absolutely no spell abilities whatsoever.
But now, these Warsong Clan warriors clearly possess the ability to disrupt the mind and control the blood flow of their opponents.
If Grom Hellscream gains that kind of power, we'll be in big trouble."
Eitrigg expressed his concerns with a serious expression.
Ever since his death in Orgrimmar, Grom Hellscream has been recognized by all orcs as the strongest warrior. Even Warchief Thrall cannot guarantee victory in a one-on-one battle.
Especially after being completely dominated by anger, every swing of Bloodroar can bring fear and death to the enemy.
If this guy drank demon blood to gain additional strength, Eitrigg couldn't imagine how he would be defeated on the battlefield.
"Damn it! This is simply the worst news."
Thrall instantly realized the seriousness of the problem. While directing the shamans to treat the injured warriors, he racked his brains to think of a countermeasure.
Maybe it was because he had been under tremendous pressure for a long time, he looked particularly old, as if he was in his forties or fifties.
But in fact, this warchief is in his prime, even younger than Garrosh Hellscream, the younger who took over as the second warchief in the original timeline.
Yes, you read that right.
Garrosh Hellscream, who behaves like a junior in front of Thrall, is actually much older than the former.
Because he was born before the opening of the Dark Portal, and was not yet an adult, he was left in his hometown.
The interesting thing is that although Sal is young, he is extremely mature both in appearance and mind, like a wise old man in his fifties or sixties who has experienced the baptism of time.
Although Hellscream and his son are old, their thoughts and behaviors are very childish and impulsive, giving people the feeling that they are like giant babies.
There is no doubt that this small-scale war that broke out on the edge of Ashenvale made the entire orc high-level leadership realize that the task of destroying the Warsong Clan might be more difficult than imagined.
Especially in the front part of the Burning Ashenvale, a large number of portals to Argus have been built.
Demons are constantly entering Azeroth through these dark portals and fighting alongside the fel orcs.
Almost every time Thrall led his army forward a certain distance, he would engage in a high-intensity frontal battle with the enemy.
After several days, he and the other orcs and trolls became exhausted.
The number of wounded also increased to a level that far exceeded what the shamans and witch doctors could treat.
This bloody civil war between the orcs finally began before the Burning Legion launched a full-scale attack on Mount Hyjal.
The entire front half of Gray Valley was completely reduced to a battlefield, with blood, death, and corpses scattered in every corner.
When the Minotaur and human army arrived after completing the subsequent repairs, they were completely stunned by the tragic scene they saw.
Since Mount Hyjal is located to the east of what later became Felwood and is adjacent to Winterspring to the north, one must pass through Ashenvale to enter.
"Oh my god! What on earth is going on here?"
Jaina asked with her mouth wide open in an uncertain tone.
Although she had participated in the battle against the Undead Scourge and seen the mountains of corpses and seas of blood in Stratholme, it was far from comparable to the scene before her.
"It's Thrall. He is leading his army to cleanse the entire orc race of the stain."
Cairne Bloodhoof gave the answer with a slightly emotional voice.
It is not difficult to tell from his tone and attitude that he actually likes Sal very much in his heart.
But unfortunately, Thrall's rationality and calmness are exceptional among the orcs.
This means that the violent and warlike orcs are not suitable to be allies of the peace-loving tauren.
After Thrall abdicated, the two races would sooner or later split apart due to their incompatible natures.
"You mean... they're killing each other?"
Jaina quickly scanned the corpses on the ground and found that there were both ordinary orcs with green skin and evil orcs with red skin.
However, the number of evil orcs killed is much less than that of ordinary orcs.
Kane Bloodhoof nodded slightly: "Yes.
Thrall once told me that the orcs were infected with a terrible curse because they drank the blood of a pit lord named Mannoroth.
What is happening to the Warsong Clan now can only mean one thing.
That is, Mannoroth has come to Azeroth.
So whether it is to protect his compatriots from becoming slaves of the Burning Legion or to prove that the orcs are not bloodthirsty monsters, he must fight bravely.
Only by killing Grom Hellscream and the pit lords behind him can the orcs be truly redeemed."
"I see."
Jaina slightly thoughtfully and hurriedly commanded the army to pass through the battlefield littered with corpses.
She obviously did not want to get involved in the civil war between the orcs, but instead planned to quickly rush to Mount Hyjal to prepare for the final decisive battle.
Through Medivh's advice, Jaina realized that she was no longer fighting alone.
Once contact is made with the night elves and an alliance is established, the Alliance on the eastern continent will also dispatch troops directly through the portal to provide support.
Therefore, the top priority now is to race against time, seize a favorable position to build a fortress, and then build a portal to provide a safe place for the upcoming reinforcements.
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At the same time, far in the depths of Ashenvale, an area had been corroded by fel energy, presenting a clearing of scorched earth and green fel flames.
The pit lord Mannoroth is watching over the mo'arg of his legions as they study the body and blood of Grom Hellscream.
As engineers of the Burning Legion, these demonic creatures whose bodies have undergone extensive modification are very good at research and creation.
The famous Fel Cannon, Legion Portal and Fel Mech are their masterpieces.
In addition, on other planets, the Mo'args have also built countless space battleships and interstellar fortresses, which can be said to be the most important technical support in the legion.
Although they generally have a low status and are not as valued as high-level demons with powerful individual strength such as Dreadlords, Eredar, Pit Lords and Doom Lords, basically all combat troops will be equipped with some to a greater or lesser extent.
However, due to the Abyss Lord's innate strong desire for destruction, Mannoroth's attitude towards these engineers has never been very good. He even thinks that these guys who can only do fancy things are a complete burden.
After all, as long as he personally takes action, he can often sweep away all enemies with a thunderous force. There is no need to build any evil artillery base, let alone magic mechas that have a very high failure rate.
Instead of wasting time, it would be better to just throw a super-large Hellfire down to crush all the enemies who are resisting stubbornly.
But now, because of some unknown mutation that occurred in the Warsong Clan, Mannoroth remembered these engineers and wanted them to find the reason behind it.
Especially after witnessing the powerful strength of these evil orcs with his own eyes, he even wanted to turn all orcs into this appearance.
This way, he would be able to shine in the Battle of Mount Hyjal, let Lord Archimonde know his worth, and gain more rewards after conquering the planet.
Just as the Abyss Lord was imagining a bright future, a mo'arg finally finished the inspection and quickly came to the huge Mannoroth to report: "Sir, after repeated experiments and analysis, we have found that these orcs not only have your blood, but also another unknown blood. The latter is the reason why they have an endless desire for blood."
"Oh? What's blood?"
Mannoroth asked with his eyes slightly shining.
"I'm sorry, but we've never seen this kind of blood, or a species that matches it.
In addition, the spring water where your blood was spilled has also been destroyed by some unknown force and has completely disappeared.
Obviously, there must be an unknown conspiracy hidden in this.
It is recommended that you contact Lord Tichondrius and ask him to send a dreadlord to investigate.
As for these orcs, I think it is best to control them carefully."
The Mo'arg Engineer told him all the information he had so far.
"Do you think anyone can compete with me for control of the evil orcs?"
Mannoroth leaned forward slightly, staring at his subordinate with his eyes that were shining with terrifying light, as if he would raise the weapon in his hand and tear him to pieces, or release fel flames to devour him in the next second.
Since the Abyss Lord is always prone to anger and destructive desires, he has a very bad temper and can easily lose control.
You have to be extremely careful when working under them.
Otherwise, you will be sent to the twisting void in minutes and wait for resurrection.
Although demons do not really die in the physical universe, just as demons and devils in the universe where Toril is located will not die permanently anywhere other than their hometown.
But the problem is that few people are willing to die just for no reason.
By the way, the twisting void of the Azeroth universe refers to the explosion caused by the intersection of holy light energy and shadow energy, which creates a gap between the two opposite sides of the physical universe and the shadow void.
The Shadow Void is not the dark void that only planeswalkers can enter, but simply the other side of the universe that represents shadow energy and the dark side.
As for the twisting void, it is a chaotic area formed by the constant intersection of light and shadow.
The life born in this area is called demon.
Some of these things are original, while others were created later through distortion.
When souls are captured by the Twisting Nether, 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 any good way to deal with these demons. They could only build a prison and imprison them.
The Mo'arg Engineer was obviously frightened by the Abyss Lord's tyrannical look, and hurriedly shook his head to explain: "No, of course not. I just think these orcs may have some hidden dangers."
When Mannoroth heard this, he immediately laughed wildly with disdain: "Hahahahaha!
Hidden danger?
What do you think these orcs are? Are they capable of hurting me? Moreover, my blood is the source of anger, brutality, and bloodthirstiness in the hearts of these orcs! They will never be able to escape my control, and they will be my pets for generations to come!
Okay, stop talking nonsense and inject this blood into all the orcs.
I will build the Warsong Clan into the most powerful force in the Vanguard.
Lord Archimonde will see the power of the fel orcs in the coming decisive battle."
As these words came out of his mouth, the Lord of the Abyss suddenly raised the double-headed sword in his hand and stabbed it into the ground. The sharp end of the sword left a bloody mark on the face of the Mo'arg Engineer.
Anyone who is not a fool can see that this is a naked and undisguised threat and intimidation.
The Mo'arg Engineer was obviously angry but dared not say a word. He didn't even dare to say a word. He quickly crawled on the ground and turned away in the most humble manner.
After returning, the first thing he did was to inject the blood drawn from Grom Hellscream into the bodies of all the Warsong Clan orcs.
In just less than thirty minutes, a violent and bloodthirsty army with a total number of four to five thousand people was created.
But if you think that's the end of it, you're totally wrong.
The Burning Legion is not a group of primitive and backward orcs, but an organization with highly developed magic and technology.
So Mannoroth quickly ordered his demons to use the sturdy armor they had mined and smelted over the past few days to equip his own legion of evil orcs.
At this point, the entire Warsong Clan was completely transformed, becoming an army more terrifying than the Undead Scourge.
Just as he was about to test his skills with the additional Horde forces, Grom Hellscream, who had been in a daze as if sleepwalking for so many days, seemed to hear a whisper in his ear.
Although the voice was so gentle, it contained an irresistible power, even more powerful than the control of the Abyss Lord who called himself the master.
Unable to resist, the chief of the Warsong Clan could only follow the whispered instructions, avoid the eyes of the surrounding demons, and quietly come to a pool of water hatched by fel energy. As a result, he saw the demon who had shown him the way not long ago.
To be precise, it was Zuo Si who deliberately changed into the appearance of a devil.
"It's you?!"
Grom's eyes widened suddenly, and he felt the strong and extremely close connection between him and the other person.
"How do you feel now, my dear descendant?" Zuo Si asked with a smile, touching his chin.
"Descendant? What does that mean? Do you want to be my master too?"
Because of the influence of the blood of the Lord of the Abyss, Grom was obviously more irritable and angry than usual. He immediately raised Bloodroar and wanted to rush up and hack the opponent to death.
But unfortunately, just one second later, he found that the blood in his body seemed to have solidified, and he was fixed in place, unable to move.
Zuo Si approached as if strolling in the garden, completely ignoring the sharp blade that had been raised high, stretched out his hand and patted the rough face of the orc warrior in an extremely insulting manner, and said sarcastically in a half-joking tone: "Little Azeroth is really full of crouching tigers and hidden dragons.
Why are there so many filial sons and grandchildren like Arthas everywhere?
Want to kill me? You know I'm the ancestor of you and all the vampire orcs of the Warsong clan?
You know I created you, don't confuse me with that idiot Mannoroth?
I am not just a master, but also the source of all your power, the Creator and God.
Now I command you to kneel down!"
As the last word came out of his mouth, Grom Hellscream, who had always been arrogant and conceited, suddenly felt the coagulated blood begin to flow again, and his knees bent uncontrollably, and he knelt in front of the other party with a plop.
The most important thing is that he did not feel the slightest bit of anger, resentment or humiliation in his heart, as if this action was natural.
What's going on?
What on earth had happened? Why was he being controlled from body to mind like a puppet? Grom had never really liked using his brain, and he didn't like anything related to magic, so he couldn't find the answer.
Facts have once again proved that smart orcs like Thrall, Gul'dan, Ner'zhul and Orgrimmar are ultimately only a minority.
Especially the last one, who has played with power politics and conspiracy to the point of pure fire. He is more of a tyrant than a hero.
Because whether Orgrimmar was coming to power or seizing power, or in the war with the Alliance, he had repeatedly used shameless sneak attacks that were unethical.
This is obviously not welcomed by the traditional orc values that advocate one-on-one duels.
"I'm sure you're now wondering what happened to you and the rest of the Warsong clan, right?"
Zuo Si looked down at the strong and tall orc warrior.
Grom only felt that the anger and bloodthirstiness that had been erupting like a volcano in his heart were subsiding, and was replaced by a way of thinking based on darkness, calmness and cunning.
His eyes also changed from the original blood red to black and red. He suddenly raised his head and asked: "What did you do to me and my clan?"
Zuo Si replied meaningfully: "I added a little of my own blood to the spring water that was polluted by the blood of the Lord of the Abyss.
In other words, I wrested control of the entire Warsong Clan from Mannoroth.
From now on, you are no longer orcs or fel orcs, but blood orcs.
As for your mission, it is to defeat and capture Thrall in the ensuing battle and grant him this power through the First Embrace.
From now on, I am the supreme ruler of the Blood Orcs, the god you must believe in and serve devoutly.
Only in this way can the orcs survive instead of going to destruction.
Don't ever think about resisting.
Because as a True Ancestor, my control over you is all-round, both mentally and physically.
I believe you have felt this by now.”
"Yes, I have felt it. Don't worry, I will capture Thrall and bring him to you. But what about Mannoroth and the Burning Legion behind him?"
The blood power of the Abyss Lord in Grom's body has obviously subsided a lot, and he can start to think and analyze rationally.
He is not a fool and understands how big the gap is between the Warsong Clan and the demons.
Even if the entire tribe was transformed into blood orcs, they would be nothing more than bugs that could be crushed to death with a wave of Archimonde's hand.
"You don't need to worry about the Burning Legion, someone will naturally take care of them.
As for Mannoroth, I authorize you to pounce on him and drain his burning blood filled with fel power after completing the First Embrace on Thrall.
Enjoy this meal.
You must know that once you absorb the blood of this Abyss Lord, your strength will reach an unprecedented height."
Zuo Si calmly began to make plans to lay the groundwork for the world order after the end of the Third World War.
He did not intend to kill all the orcs, but to turn these guys into a villain force that could never be whitewashed, so as to unite the Alliance in the eastern continent, as well as the tauren, night elves and other races in Kalimdor.
In this way, with a common enemy, this alliance formed to fight against the invasion of the Burning Legion will not be easily disbanded, nor will it split due to internal conflicts, or even lead to a melee among the various races of Azeroth.
"As you wish..."
Grom bowed his head deeply to express his submission to the creator of the blood orcs in front of him.
Through this meeting and display of power, his original memories, thoughts and emotions had been completely distorted, and in the end, only deep admiration and awe were left.
In fact, this is also the feeling of many vampire descendants in the continent of Faerun towards their lord.
Even if this lord personally killed all of the descendant's family members, and brutally raped and tortured his parents, sisters, and children before the killing, the descendant would still not have even the slightest bit of resentment.
Unless the Vampire Lord releases control, this twisted and deformed emotion will continue to exist.
Even when the master was killed, the first reaction of his descendants was sadness and pain.
It is not until the soul regains its freedom that it will inevitably slowly return to normal.
Obviously, the same is true for Zuo Si's control over the blood orcs.
Only when transforming Jialiya did he release control from the very beginning and let the other party act according to his own consciousness.
After dealing with Grom Hellscream, the entire Warsong Clan became a sharp blade in Zuo Si's hands.
The first target it will deal with is the new tribe led by Thrall.
Poor Mannoroth had no idea that he had been reserved as a sacrifice in advance, and was still happily hiding behind the scenes, watching the battles between these obedient pets and the rebellious pets.
He planned to wait until the Warsong Clan defeated the New Horde, capture all the captured orcs, and force them to drink the mutated blood that contained magical powers in order to form an army of tens of thousands of evil orcs.
"Grom! Look at what you have done! Do you know that what you have done has made us the enemy of all the local residents of this continent?"
Thrall stood at the front of the queue and roared at the Warsong Clan Chieftain 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 laborers are no exception.
This also completely ruined his original plan to absorb some ordinary Warsong Clan orcs who had not drunk the demon's blood after the war.
What's even more terrible is that our side must pay an extremely painful price to destroy the Warsong Clan.
"Stop talking nonsense, kid! You are just a rookie, what qualifications do you have to talk to me in this tone? The choice I made is the right one, and your tricks will only make the orcs cowardly and timid." Grom Hellscream retorted without showing any weakness.
Ever since meeting Zuo Si, he has been able to control the violence and impulse brought about by the blood of the Abyss Lord in his body, and has also regained his sanity, instead of just hunting prey and sucking blood like a wild beast like he did a few days ago.
"Asshole! I am the chief! Have you forgotten the oath you made when you joined the tribe?"
Thrall was clearly making a final attempt, trying to use the righteous cause to convince the Warsong Clan to surrender voluntarily.
After all, Grom was not in a violent state where he could not communicate, which made him feel a little hopeful.
Unfortunately, Grom did not give the chief any respect at all, and sneered and mocked: "Oath?
Of course I remember the oath I made.
But the question is, who do you think is responsible for the Warsong Clan becoming what it is now? And who ordered me to go to Ashenvale to collect as much wood as possible?
Without your order, I would not have gone to Ashenvale, and I would not have fought with the night elf sentinels and the demigod Cenarius because of cutting down the forest, and finally had to drink the demon's blood to turn the defeat.
So stop pretending to be noble! You are just a bastard raised by humans, and you are not worthy of being the chieftain to lead all the orcs to survive in this world.
Now, I challenge you to a Mak'gora challenge. Let's go one on one and decide who is right.
Tell me, do you dare to accept the challenge?
moment!
The entire battlefield fell into an eerie silence.
Everyone's eyes turned to the direction of Chieftain Thrall.
According to orc tradition, an honor duel cannot be refused and the fight ends with death.
In particular, the chiefs and great chiefs of each clan are often challenged from below.
They must kill these challengers or force them to surrender in order to establish convincing prestige.
Thrall faced countless challenges when he became the Warchief.
Fortunately, the skills and strategies he learned as a slave gladiator helped him successfully defend this position.
But now, facing the most powerful remaining orc warrior, Thrall clearly hesitated.
Because he was not sure he could defeat Grom Hellscream in a one-on-one combat.
Similarly, he could not bear the serious consequences of his defeat.
But the problem is that if we don't fight back, we will be regarded as timid and cowardly by our own side, and if the two sides really fight, there will inevitably be heavy casualties.
Accept or reject?
This is undoubtedly a dilemma.
Even Zuo Si was sitting on the treetops in the dense forest, enjoying the show with great interest.
Standing next to him was Mal'Ganis, who had been helping run errands recently.
Seeing Thrall's face twisted by his struggle, the Dreadlord couldn't help but laugh and teased, "You are such a bad-hearted guy.
Not only did he let the orcs kill each other, but he also deliberately created problems for the young chief.
I bet that if this continues, in a few years all of Thrall's thick black hair will fall out, and his face will look extremely tired and old.
When it comes to being cunning and treacherous, you are no less cunning than me and my brothers."
Zuo Si sneered and responded, “Thank you for the compliment.
But this is just the first step in my creation of orcs.
Watch with open eyes, I will personally demonstrate how to corrupt a race and make them fall willingly.
Although it is a bit rude to say this.
But I still have to say that Kil'jaeden and the Burning Legion did a terrible job of infiltration and corruption.
On the contrary, those sealed ancient gods are the real experts in this regard.
And I am the true expert and master who surpasses them.”
"Oh? So you must be an evil god? After all, there aren't many creatures more evil than the Burning Legion."
Mal'Ganis seized this opportunity to gather more intelligence.
"Oh, don't worry, my dear friend.
It won't be long before you see my true face.
But before that, please allow me to keep it a little mysterious.
In addition, I asked you to convey my goodwill to the master behind the scenes. Did you help me convey it?"
Zuo Si decisively changed the subject, obviously not intending to reveal too many details before the arrival of his clone.
Mal'Ganis replied calmly, "The master is very cautious. He is still waiting and observing, and needs to confirm whether you are qualified first."
"In that case, let us wait and see together."
After saying this double-meaning remark, Zuo Si ended this mutual test.
(End of this chapter)
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