A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

There is no room for retreat!

There is no choice!

Zuo Si blocked all the roads for the orcs from the beginning and gave them the only choice, which was to start a cruel 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, both the Alliance in the Eastern Continent and the night elves and their allies in the Kalimdor Continent will turn around and drive out all the orcs in Azeroth after ending the war with the Burning Legion.

Just like how he treated the corrupt and depraved Sartre 10,000 years ago.

Although these satyrs have survived the encirclement and suppression time and time again with their tenacious vitality and survived until now, their numbers are already very rare and they can only hide somewhere underground or deep in the mountains like mice.

If the orcs also choose to take this path, they will completely sink into the minions, cannon fodder and slaves of the Burning Legion, and will be treated as playthings by the abyss lords forever and ever.

Maybe one day when the latter get tired of playing, they will all be killed and twisted into new types of demons.

Many of the thousands of demons in the Burning Legion were created this way.

Such a tragic fate is obviously not acceptable to Thrall or any chief who still retains the traditional values ​​of the orcs.

So after a fierce quarrel and even a fight, the army headed by the Frostwolf Clan finally began to move in the direction of Ashenvale.

Thrall knew very well that he had to kill Grom Hellscream with his own hands before he slaughtered more night elf strongholds and caused irreparable damage to the entire forest.

The only good thing is 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 off.

Otherwise, if we persist with the existing material reserves for about a week at most, we will risk running out of food.

After all, when they were in the Eastern Continent, they failed to save much food by plundering the villages and towns of the Kingdom of Lordaeron. They consumed a lot of food when they crossed the Endless Sea, and basically had no reserves after landing.

In desperation, the first thing the orcs did after landing was to hunt and fish, and also plundered many food reserves of the wild boar tribe.

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 can also eat them all.

In addition, there is no production at all, and there is no land to settle on, so naturally there is no stable source of food.

Even the weapons and armor of the warriors were extremely crude, and most of the metal products came from plundering caravans and towns.

As for gold, silver and currency, they were basically all given to those greedy goblins in exchange for the right to use airships, lumberjacks and other projects.

Yes, you read that right, usage rights not ownership.

Because the goblins saw through the poor IQ of most orcs almost at a glance, and concluded that it was impossible for them to understand and learn complex engineering, so they directly raised the price and severely slashed this "high-quality customer".

You must know that monopoly prices are different from the prices 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 with more than ten times or even dozens of times.

As we all know, the goblins in Azeroth who entered the capitalist society have absolutely no "conscience" and "morals" that would prevent them from making a lot of money.

So they tricked the orcs and attacked them, each one worse than the other.

During the two Orc Wars, they had provided ships, explosives and other materials and services to these invaders from other worlds for huge profits.

It is precisely because of the war that the goblins' financial resources and power will expand rapidly, and eventually they will become a force that cannot be underestimated, and can even compete with the dwarves in engineering.

You must know that before this, their technological level was simply not comparable to that of the dwarves who had established a huge underground mechanical city of Gnomeregan.

After all, dwarves are still creations of Titans, and their natural intelligence and creativity far exceed those of other races.

It was precisely by relying on the power of greed and capital that the Goblins finally achieved overtaking in corners, and even came up with 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.

At present, except for the trolls and goblins in the entire Azeroth, no other race is willing to make deals with the orcs.

After a period of marching like this, Thrall finally led the army to Ashenvale.

When he saw a burning forest in front of him, as well as the red-skinned evil orcs and demons of the Burning Legion with black bone spurs on their bodies, the anger in his heart finally broke out completely. He raised the hammer of destruction and injected the power of thunder and lightning into it. It hit a warrior who had completely lost his mind and smashed the opponent's head directly, causing blood, brains and broken skulls to fly everywhere.

"kill!

Kill all these self-destructive bastards for me!

They don't deserve to be called orcs!

Not even our compatriots!

In the name of the great chief!

I now declare that the Warsong Clan is no longer a member of the Horde as of today! "

Following Thrall's furious roar, thousands of orcs and their allies, the Darkspear Trolls, showed no mercy and immediately rushed forward to launch a tsunami-like attack.

But unfortunately, despite firmly occupying an overwhelming numerical advantage, the battle situation is extremely anxious.

The casualties among frontline soldiers 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 it pierces the abdomen, heart and other fatal parts of these evil orcs, it can be healed quickly by sucking blood.

Even the trolls are overwhelmed by its terrifying regeneration ability.

What's even more terrible is that unlike ordinary evil orcs who will be affected by the blood of the Abyss Lord and become irrational and violent, because their blood is infused with the blood of the Dread Lord, they are very cunning and cunning when fighting, and often use their own abilities to interfere. The other person’s spirit.

In addition, the power of the Blood God Hakkar can control the opponent's blood flow to a certain extent, and even forcefully extract the blood from the blood vessels through the skin. To kill an evil orc of the Warsong clan often requires a huge effort. cost.

In the end, Thrall personally led the team to defeat this small force, which may only have one or two hundred people, and killed five or six hundred low-level demons by the way.

The price paid by the new tribe was a total of 400 deaths and more than 2,000 wounded.

Such a shocking battle-loss ratio simply made Thrall and the senior officials feel unbelievable.

You must know that many veterans and chiefs of the clan have participated in the first or second war, and are no strangers to the power of the evil orcs. They have even been members of the evil orcs themselves.

But the power of the evil orcs of the Warsong Clan is obviously far beyond everyone's knowledge.

The young Eitrigg cursed breathlessly after killing an evil orc with his own hands: "Damn it! These guys are so ridiculously strong! What kind of transformation did those demons make to them? This is obviously unusual!"

"unusual?"

Thrall picked up the Doomhammer that fell on the ground with a puzzled expression on his face.

Because he was born after the Dark Portal opened, he has never seen the appearance of evil orcs as long as he can remember. They are all green-skinned orcs after their anger and bloodlust have disappeared.

"That's right!

The orcs who drank the blood of demons in the past did not have such strong strength, nor could they quickly recover from injuries by sucking blood.

They are just a little more powerful, larger, and more durable than ordinary orcs.

Absolutely no magical abilities whatsoever.

But now these warriors of the Warsong clan clearly have the ability to interfere with their minds and control their opponents' blood flow.

If Grom Hellscream gains such power, we'll be in big trouble. "

Eitrigg expressed his worries with a solemn expression.

Since the death of Orgrimmar, Grom Hellscream has been recognized as the strongest warrior by all the orcs. Even Warchief Thrall cannot guarantee victory in a one-on-one battle.

Especially after being completely dominated by anger, every swing of Gorehowl can bring fear and death to the enemy.

If this guy drank demon blood to gain extra strength, Eitrigg couldn't imagine how he would be defeated on the battlefield.

"Damn! This is the worst news."

Thrall instantly realized the seriousness of the problem. While instructing the shaman to treat the injured warriors, Thrall racked his brains to think of countermeasures.

Perhaps due to the long-term tremendous pressure, he looked extremely old, as if he was in his forties or fifties.

But in fact, this warchief is only a young man, a little younger than Garrosh, the little Hellscream who succeeded him as the second-generation warchief in the original timeline.

Yes, you are not mistaken.

Garrosh Hellscream, who behaves like a junior in front of Thrall, is actually much older than the former.

Because he was born before the Dark Portal opened, and because he was still underage at the time, he was left in his hometown.

The interesting thing is that although Sal is young, he is extremely mature both in appearance and psychology, like a wise old man in his fifties or sixties who has experienced the baptism of time.

Although Hellscream and his son are older, their thoughts and actions are very childish and impulsive, which makes them feel like giant babies.

There is no doubt that this small-scale war that broke out on the edge of Ashenvale made the entire orc hierarchy realize that the task of wiping out the Warsong clan might be more difficult than imagined.

Especially in the front part of the Burning Ash Valley, a large number of portals leading to Argus have been established.

Demons are constantly entering Azeroth through these dark portals and fighting alongside the fel orcs.

Almost every time Thrall led his army to advance a certain distance, a high-intensity frontal battle broke out with the enemy.

After several days in a row, he and the other orcs and trolls became exhausted.

The number of injured also increased to a level far beyond what shamans and medicine men could treat.

This bloody civil war between the orcs finally kicked off before the Burning Legion launched a full-scale attack on Mount Hyjal.

The entire first half of the Ashen Valley was completely reduced to a battlefield, with blood, death and corpses strewn in every corner.

When the tauren and human troops arrived after the subsequent corrections, they were completely stunned by the tragic scene they saw.

Since Mount Hyjal was located to the east of what would become Felwood, and to the north next to Winterspring, you must pass through Ashenvale if you want to enter.

"Oh my God! What is happening here?"

Jaina opened her mouth wide and asked in an uncertain tone.

Although she had participated in the battle against the undead scourge and had seen the mountains of corpses and seas of blood in Stratholme, she was far from comparable to the sight before her.

"It's Thrall. He is leading the army to cleanse the entire orc race of stains."

Cairn Bloodhoof gave the answer in 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 reason and calmness are an exception among the orcs.

This means that the violent and warlike orcs are not suitable to become allies with the peaceful tauren.

After Thrall abdicates, sooner or later the two races will eventually split due to their incompatibility.

"You mean...they're killing each other?"

Jaina quickly scanned the corpses on the ground and found that there were both green-skinned ordinary orcs and red-skinned evil orcs.

However, the number of evil orcs killed in battle is much less than that of ordinary orcs.

Kane Bloodhoof nodded slightly: "Yes.

Thrall once told me that the orcs were infected with the terrible curse because they drank the blood of an abyss lord named Mannoroth.

Now that such a situation has occurred in the Warsong clan, it can only mean one thing.

That is Mannoroth has come to Azeroth.

Therefore, 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 Abyss Lord behind him can the orcs receive true redemption. "

"I see."

Jaina nodded thoughtfully and hurriedly directed the army to pass through the battlefield strewn with corpses.

She obviously did not want to get involved in this civil war between the orcs, but planned to rush to Mount Hyjal quickly to prepare for the final battle.

Through Medivh's advice, Jaina understood that she was no longer alone.

Once contact is made with the night elves and an alliance is established, the alliance in the eastern continent will also send troops directly through the portal to support them.

Therefore, the top priority right now is to race against time, be the first to seize a favorable position to build a fortress, and then build a portal to provide a safe place for the incoming reinforcements.

…

At the same time, far away in the depths of the Ashen Valley, there was a clearing that had been corroded by evil energy, showing a piece of scorched earth and green evil flames.

The Abyss Lord Mannoroth is watching the Morg of his legion, studying the body and blood of Grom Hellscream.

As engineers of the Burning Legion, these demonic creatures with heavily modified bodies are very good at research and creation.

The famous Fel Cannon, Legion Portal and Fel Mecha are their masterpieces.

In addition, on other planets, the Morga have also built countless space battleships and interstellar fortresses, which can be said to be the most important technical support in the legion.

Although their status is generally not high, and they are not as valued as high-level demons with strong individual strength such as the Dread Lord, Eredar, Abyss Lord, and Doom Lord, 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 good, and he even thinks that these guys who only do fancy stuff are a complete burden.

After all, as long as he goes out in person, he can often sweep away all enemies with a thunderous force. There is no need to build a fel artillery base, let alone something with a high failure rate like a fel mecha.

If you have that time, you might as well just throw a super-large hellfire down and crush all the enemies who are stubbornly resisting.

But now, due to 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 power of these evil orcs, he even wanted to turn all orcs into this.

In this way, he can shine in the Battle of Mount Hyjal, let Lord Archimonde understand his own value, and then obtain more rewards after conquering this planet.

Just as the abyss lord was thinking about a bright future, a Morg finally completed the inspection and quickly came to the huge Mannoroth Hub to report: "Sir, after repeated experiments and analysis, we have already fallen behind. These orcs not only have your blood in their bodies, but also another unknown blood. The latter is the reason why they have an endless thirst for blood."

"Oh? What kind of blood is it?"

Mannoroth asked with his eyes shining slightly.

"Sorry, we have never seen this kind of blood, or a species that matches it.

In addition, the spring water where your blood was spilled also disappeared completely due to some unknown force.

Obviously, there must be an unknown conspiracy hidden in it.

It is recommended that you contact Lord Tichondrius and ask him to send the Dread Lord to investigate.

As for these orcs, I think it's best to keep them under careful control. "

Engineer Moorg told him all the information he currently had.

"Do you think anyone can challenge me for control of the fel orcs?"

Mannoroth leaned forward slightly, staring at this subordinate with his horrifying eyes, as if he would raise the weapon in his hand to tear it into pieces in the next second, or release evil flames. Devour it.

Since pit lords are always prone to anger and the desire for destruction, their tempers are very short-tempered and can easily get out of control.

One must be extremely cautious when working under them.

Otherwise, they will be sent to the Twisting Void to wait for resurrection in a matter of minutes.

Although demons will not really die in the physical universe, just like the demons and devils in the universe where the planet Toril is located will not die permanently in places other than their hometown.

But the problem is that few people are willing to die just once with nothing to do.

By the way, the Twisted Void in the Azeroth universe refers to the nip between the two diametrically opposite sides of the physical universe and the Shadow Void, which were created when the energy of Holy Light and Shadow energy converged to trigger the Big Bang.

The Shadow Void is not a dark void that can only be entered by planeswalkers, it is just another side of the universe that represents shadow energy and the dark side.

If we have to use relatively easy-to-understand terms to describe it, the Shadow Void is equivalent to an area without any celestial bodies and filled with dark matter. It is two sides of the same coin as the physical universe.

As for the twisted void, it is a chaotic area formed by the constant intersection of light and shadow.

And the beings born in this area are called demons.

Some of them are original, and some of them have been distorted and created later.

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 had no good way to deal with these demons. They could only build a prison to imprison them.

Engineer Moorg was obviously frightened by the abyss lord's violent look. He quickly shook his head and explained: "No, of course not. I just think these orcs may have some kind of hidden danger."

When Mannolos heard this, he immediately burst into disdainful laughter: "Hahahahaha!

Hidden danger?

What do you think these orcs are?

Are they capable of hurting me?

What's more, my blood is the source of anger, violence and bloodlust in the hearts of these orcs!

They can never escape my control and will be my pets for generations to come!

Okay, stop talking nonsense and inject this blood into all the orcs.

I want to build the Warsong Clan into the most powerful force in the Vanguard.

Lord Archimonde will see the power of the fel orcs in the upcoming decisive battle. "

As he blurted out these words, the Abyss Lord suddenly raised the double-headed sword in his hand and stabbed it into the ground. The sharp part at the end left a blood mark on the face of the Morg engineer on the spot.

Anyone who is not a fool can see that this is a naked threat and intimidation.

Engineer Moorge was obviously too angry to say anything. He didn't even dare to say nonsense. He quickly prostrated on the ground and turned around to leave in the most humble manner.

Immediately after returning, the blood extracted from Grom Hellscream was injected into the bodies of all the Warsong Clan orcs.

In 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 primitive and backward orc, but an organization with highly developed magic and technology.

Therefore, Mannoroth quickly asked his demons to mine ores, smelt metals, and finally create strong armors for his evil orc army to wear.

At this point, the entire Warsong clan was completely transformed and turned into an army more terrifying than the undead natural disaster.

Just as he was about to give the additional Horde sword a try, Grom Hellscream, who had been in a state of confusion for so many days as if he was sleepwalking, seemed to hear a whisper in his ear.

Although this voice is so soft, it contains irresistible power, even more powerful than the control of the abyss lord who claims to be his master.

Unable to resist, the chief of the Warsong clan could only follow the guidance of the whispers, avoid the eyes of the surrounding demons, and quietly came to a pool hatched by evil energy. As a result, he saw the man who had pointed the way for him not long ago. of devil.

To be precise, it was Zuo Si who deliberately changed into a demonic appearance.

"It's you?!"

Grom's eyes widened suddenly, and he suddenly felt the strong and extremely intimate connection between himself and the other person.

"How do you feel now? My dear descendant." Zuo Si touched his chin and asked with a half-smile.

"Descendant? What does this mean? Do you also want to be my master?"

Because of the influence of the Abyss Lord's blood, Grom was obviously more irritable and irritable than usual. He immediately raised his blood roar and wanted to rush forward and hack the opponent to death.

But unfortunately, just a second later, he found that the blood all over his body seemed to have solidified, and his whole body was frozen in place, unable to move.

Zuo Si came forward as if he were strolling in a leisurely way, completely ignoring the sharp blade that was already raised high. He stretched out his hand and patted the rough face of the orc warrior in a very insulting manner. His tone was sarcastic: "Little Azeroth is really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon.

Why are there so many filial sons and grandsons like Alsace everywhere?

Want to kill me?

Do you know that I am the ancestor of you and all the vampire orcs of the Warsong clan?

Do you know that I created you with my own hands?

So don't confuse me with that idiot Mannoroth.

I am not just a master, I am the source, creator and god of all your powers.

Now I order you to kneel down! "

As the last word blurted out, Grom Hellscream, who had always been arrogant and conceited, felt his coagulated blood begin to flow for once, and his knees bent uncontrollably, and he knelt down in front of the opponent with a plop.

The most important thing is that he didn't have any thoughts of anger, unwillingness or humiliation in his heart, as if this kind of action should be a natural step for his sworn father.

what happened?

What happened?

Why do I feel like a puppet, controlled from body to mind?

Since Grom never liked using his brain, let alone anything related to magic, Grom couldn't find the answer at all.

Facts have once again proved that intelligent orcs like Thrall, Gul'dan, Ner'zhul and Orgrimmar are only a handful after all.

Especially the last one, he played with power and conspiracy to the point of purity. He is more like a tyrant than a hero.

Because whether Orgrimmar was ascending or seizing power, or in its battles with the Alliance, Orgrimmar had repeatedly used shameless sneak attacks without any sense of martial ethics.

This is obviously not popular among the traditional values ​​of the orcs who advocate one-on-one duel.

"I think you must be wondering now what happened to you and the other Warsong clan, right?"

Zuo Si looked down at this strong and tall orc warrior.

Grom only felt that the anger and bloodlust that was constantly erupting like a volcano in his heart was fading away, replaced by a kind of thinking based on darkness, calmness and cunning.

His eyes also transitioned from 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 contaminated by the blood of the abyss lord.

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 task, it is to defeat and capture Thrall in the ensuing battle, and give him this power through the First Embrace.

From now on, I am the supreme master of the blood orcs, the god that you must believe in and serve devoutly.

Only in this way can the orcs continue instead of going to destruction.

Don't even think about resisting.

Because as the True Ancestor, I have full control over you from spirit to body.

I believe you have felt this 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 belonging to the Abyss Lord in Grom's body has obviously faded a lot, and he can already start to think and analyze rationally.

He is not a fool and understands how big the gap is between humans and demons in the Warsong clan.

Even if the entire tribe were transformed into blood orcs, they would still be nothing more than insects that could be crushed to death with a wave of his hand in front of Archimonde.

“You don’t need to worry about the Burning Legion, someone will naturally deal with them.

As for Mannoroth, I authorize you that after giving Thrall his first embrace, you can pounce on him and drain his burning blood filled with evil power.

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 lay out plans, paving the way for the world structure after the end of the Third War.

He does not intend to kill all the orcs, but to build these guys into a villain force that can never be washed away, to unite the alliance including the Eastern Continent, and the Tauren of Kalimdor Continent. , night elves and other races.

In this way, with a common enemy, the alliance to fight against the invasion of the Burning Legion will not be easily disbanded, nor will it cause division due to the outbreak of internal conflicts, or even stage a scenario of a chaos among various races in Azeroth. .

"As you wish..."

Grom lowered his head deeply to express his surrender to the creator of the blood orcs in front of him.

Through this meeting and display of power, his original memories, thoughts, and emotions have been completely distorted, leaving only deep admiration and awe.

In fact, this is also the feeling of many vampire descendants in Faerûn towards their Lord.

Even if the Lord personally killed all the descendant's family members, and brutally raped and tortured his parents, sisters and children before the killing, the descendant would still not feel even the slightest bit of resentment.

Unless the Vampire Lord releases his control, this twisted and deformed emotion will remain.

Even when the Lord was killed, the descendant's first reaction was sadness and pain.

Until the soul regains its freedom, it will inevitably slowly return to normal.

Obviously, Zuo Si also controls the blood orcs in the same way.

Only when transforming Caliya, he released control from the beginning and let the other party act according to his own consciousness.

After taking down Grom Hellscream, the entire Warsong clan became a sharp blade in Zuo Si's hands.

And the first target it has to deal with is the new tribe led by Thrall.

Poor Mannoroth didn't know that he had been scheduled to be sacrificed in advance, and he still happily hid behind the scenes and watched the pets that obeyed him fight against the rebellious pets.

He planned to wait for the Warsong clan to defeat the new tribe, capture all the captured orcs, and force them to drink the mutated blood containing magical power in order to form an army of tens of thousands of evil orcs.

"Grom! Look what you have done! Do you know that what you have done has made us the enemies of all the local residents of this continent?"

Thrall stood at the front of the queue and roared sharply at the war song clan chief 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 peons are no exception.

This also completely ruined his original plan to absorb some of the ordinary Warsong clan orcs who had not drank the blood of demons after the war.

What's even worse is that our side must pay an extremely painful price to eliminate the Warsong clan.

"Stop talking nonsense! Boy! You are just a rookie. What qualifications do you have to speak to me in this tone? The choice I made is the right one, and your approach will only make the orcs cowardly and timid. "Grom Hellscream retorted without any sign of weakness.

Since meeting Zuo Si, he has been able to control the rage and impulse caused by the blood of the abyss lord in his body, and has also regained his sanity, instead of just catching prey and sucking blood like a beast a few days ago.

"Asshole! I am the chief! Have you forgotten the oath you swore when you joined the tribe?"

Thrall was obviously making a last-ditch attempt to persuade the Warsong Clan to surrender voluntarily in the name of justice.

After all, Grom was not in a violent state where he could not communicate at the moment, which made him unable to help but have a little hope.

Unfortunately, Grom did not give the great chief any face at all, and sneered and mocked: "Oath?

Of course I remember the oath I swore.

But the question is, who do you think the Warsong clan owes to what it is now?

Who ordered me to go to Ashenvale to collect as much wood as possible?

Without your orders, I would not have gone to Ashenvale, nor would I have fought against the Night Elf Sentinels and the demigod Cenarius because of deforestation, and had to drink demon blood to reverse the defeat.

So stop pretending to be aloof!

You are just a bastard raised by humans, and you are not worthy of becoming a warchief to lead all orcs to survive in this world.

Now, I'm going to challenge you to the Makgora challenge, let's decide who is right one on one.

Tell me, do you dare to challenge? "

moment!

The entire battlefield fell into an eerie silence.

Everyone's eyes were cast in the direction of Warchief Thrall.

According to the tradition of the orcs, a duel of honor cannot be refused, and it must be fought to the death.

In particular, the chiefs and warchiefs of various clans often face challenges from below.

They must kill these challengers or force them to submit in order to establish a convincing authority.

Thrall has faced countless challenges since becoming Warchief.

Fortunately, the skills and strategies he learned as a slave gladiator helped him successfully defend this position.

But now, facing the most powerful warrior of the orcs, Thrall obviously hesitated.

Because he was not sure he could defeat Grom Hellscream in a one-on-one battle.

Likewise, he could not bear the serious consequences of his defeat.

But the problem is that if you don't fight, you will be regarded as timid and cowardly by your own side, and if the two sides really fight, they will inevitably suffer heavy casualties.

Accept or reject?

This is undoubtedly a dilemma.

Even Zuo Si was already sitting on the treetops of the dense forest enjoying the show with great interest.

Standing next to him was Malganis, who had been helping with errands recently.

Seeing Thrall's face distorted by the struggle, the Dread Lord couldn't help but laugh and joked: "You are really a mean-spirited guy.

Not only did the orcs kill each other, but they also deliberately created problems for the young warchief.

I bet that if things continue like this, Sal will lose all his thick black hair in a few years, and his face will look extremely tired and old.

In terms of cunning and cunning, you are not inferior to me and my brothers. "

Zuo Si responded with a sneer: "Thank you for the compliment.

But this is just the first step in my process of making orcs.

Watch with your eyes wide open, and I will show you for myself how to corrupt a race, allowing them to willingly degenerate themselves.

Although it's a bit disrespectful to say this.

But I still have to say that Kil'jaeden and the Burning Legion were terrible at infiltration and corruption.

On the contrary, those sealed ancient gods are the real experts in this aspect.

And I am the true expert and master who surpasses them. "

"Oh? So you must be an evil god? After all, there are not many creatures that are more evil than the Burning Legion."

Mal'Ganis keenly seized this opportunity to learn more information.

"Haha, don't worry, my dear friend.

It won't be long before you can see my true face.

But before that, please allow me to maintain a little mystery.

In addition, I asked you to convey your kindness to the master behind the scenes. Have you conveyed it to me? "

Zuo Si decisively changed the topic, obviously not intending to reveal too many details before the clone arrived.

Malganis replied calmly: "The master is very cautious. He is still waiting and observing, and needs to confirm whether you have such qualifications first."

"In that case, let's wait and see."

After saying this pun, Zuo Si ended the mutual test.