Chapter 389: Full Moon Night

Valeera threw Orgrim, who was bleeding profusely, to the ground. She tore off a piece of Orgrim's robe. Valeera wiped the regicide and said, "The orcs will have a bright future, but you won't be able to see it. Besides, this is called a gas mask. What an ignorant chieftain."

After that, Valeera threw the piece of cloth away and disappeared into the night.

It took no more than a minute from Valeera's appearance to Orgrim's death. Until Valeera disappeared, the soldiers fighting in the front did not realize that the chieftain resting in the back was already dying.

As for Thrall, Thrall is still liberating his compatriots. Throwing the man named Randon to the back, Thrall returned to the battlefield. Now they have rushed through the outer defense line and entered the concentration camp to liberate the imprisoned orcs. However, there were still many orcs huddled in the corners of the concentration camp, and no matter what they did, they were unwilling to leave. Thrall and his men could only patiently persuade them, and try to make them regain their faith after the battle was over, so that they could come out of despair and become brave warriors again.

After confirming that all the orcs had been rescued, Thrall immediately went to the place where Grommash was fighting. Grommash was now fighting fiercely with the enemy, his body had turned red, and the Blood Howl in his hand was like a demon's sickle, ruthlessly harvesting the lives of the enemies. As long as these enemies were defeated again, the battle here would be over. Now this was the only place still fighting on the battlefield, but there was no sound of Orgrim, who had always led the charge. Thrall was a little surprised, but he didn't think much about it. Fighting was more important.

The bloodthirsty orcs were hard to resist, and the last resistance was quickly broken. However, the bloodthirsty orcs had a hard time braking, and Thrall had to work hard to keep everyone stable. After the troops withdrew, Thrall awakened the earth element again, and the earth cracked too high in an instant. The high walls of the concentration camp collapsed in an instant. The screams of the captives stimulated Thrall's eardrums, and Thrall actually felt a trace of pity.

Thrall stood at the edge of the ruins, staring at the rubble in front of him. This was the concentration camp where the souls of their brothers were buried. Some human groans came from under the rubble, but Thrall ignored them. He still had to take care of his people. After thanking the elemental spirits, Thrall returned to the orcs.

"Orgrim! Orgrim! You'd better get out!" The scene after the war was very chaotic. Grommash was anxiously looking for his chieftain.

Thrall's heart began to beat uncomfortably. Could it be that he was in danger in such an insignificant little battle? He couldn't be in danger. He couldn't! He had to avenge himself. However, things did not go as he wished. He followed the Hell's Roar, pushed aside the bored orcs on the road, and ran all the way to a tree. Next to the tree was an orc lying. It was indeed the chieftain of the tribe, Orgrim. Hammer of Destruction.

Thrall looked at Orgrim in horror and anger. Who did it? There was a fist-sized wound on Orgrim's chest. The wound was red all around. Now the whole person was breathing but not breathing. The old shaman Drek'Thar of the Frostwolf clan knelt beside him to investigate, shook his head helplessly, and pushed him aside.

This undoubtedly gave Orgrim a death warrant, and the bloodthirsty desire suddenly crept into Thrall's mind, but the faint call brought Thrall back to his senses.

"It was a sneak attack... a more vicious sneak attack, using poison, and I was directly hit. A new type of gaseous poison, I was knocked down directly."

Gaseous poison? Thrall had an answer in his heart. The familiar feeling just now was his sister Valeera!

"I need your help, Thrall. Two things. You must stick to what we started. I led the Horde once. But it seems fate will not allow me to lead again. But it's all right, you young people are more impactful." He trembled, his face twisted into an expression of extreme pain, and then he continued, "You are the chief now, Thrall, son of Durotan. You will wear my armor and pick up my hammer. Keep my armor as your collection, and be vigilant all your life, don't let my tragedy happen again, and if you want to use my weapon, use it, if not, use the Hammer of Destruction you are using now. Don't bury my little brother." Hammer of

Destruction reached out to Thrall, and Thrall tightly grasped the hand that was still wearing armor and bleeding.

"You know what to do. You've grown faster than any of us thought. The tribe once took care of you, and now you take care of them. I can't find a better heir. The future belongs to you young people. Grommash and I, who are your juniors, will only see you off. Your father will be proud of you... Take off my armor. Don't let my blood soak it again. It will rust."

Thrall's hands were shaking. He and Grommash took off the armor on the Hammer of Destruction piece by piece. But they couldn't touch the armor on Orgrim's chest. It was stuck with Orgrim's flesh and blood. Taking it off would aggravate his injuries.

"It's not over yet," the Hammer of Doom suddenly roared in a higher voice. The narrow space around the fallen hero was crowded with people, and people kept rushing here every moment. "It is too shameful to die under the attack of a coward. The most important part of this collection is here! Pull it out! Don't hesitate..."

Orgrim groped his chest, his fingers trembled weakly for a few times, and then fell without strength.

"I tried to pull it out, but I have no strength left... Come on, Thrall. Pull it out for me."

Thrall felt that his chest was about to be crushed by an invisible big hand, and he nodded. He forced himself to pull off the armor on his chest. One negligence and Orgrim's life would be gone. But now is not the right time, there are orcs all around, if he makes any small move, it will be very disadvantageous for ruling the tribe in the future, so he clasped his fingers and pressed into the muscles of the Hammer of Destruction.

The Hammer of Destruction screamed loudly, his anger was as strong as the pain he suffered. "Pull it out! Quick!"

Closing his eyes, Thrall pulled it out. The iron sheet soaked in blood was taken off a piece. The sound made by Orgrim almost broke Thrall's heart.

"Come again!" The powerful warrior roared. Thrall took a deep breath and then exerted force, he sincerely hoped that he could pull it out. When he pulled it back, he suddenly lost his strength and sat down on his butt.

"Haha...Okay, Grommash, let me and Thrall have a chat alone..."

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