Anomaly Of Warcraft

"The war will end this year. My warchief, the invincible Doomhammer, victory will ultimately belong to the orc tribe."

Gul'dan respectfully knelt before Orgrim.

"Then Warlock, what good news do you bring for me, for the orcs, and for the tribe. Don't worry, don't panic, think slowly, I will give you enough time. Then, you better think of a better reason, Think of a reason for me to selectively forget the things you did in the Burning Plains."

Orgrim lifted the Doomhammer leaning against the chair between his legs, and put his hands on the handle of the hammer.

"Respected warchief, in order to win, sacrifice is inevitable, necessary, and necessary. In the same way, in order to win, it is natural to borrow the power of the devil."

The slightly keratinized skin on Gul'dan's face was obviously wrinkled because of his smile, which looked like the scales of a snake or dragon.

"Oh, what kind of gain is it, say it, let’s see if it’s worth wasting two thousand slaves, if it’s worth seven hundred compatriots dying outside the battlefield for your willfulness, and see if it’s worth catching up. We arrange for the Overseer in the Burning Plains."

Orgrim's tone became softer and softer, but the Master's hand holding the Doomhammer became stronger and stronger.

"First of all, my warchief, although I know you never really trusted me, I must appeal for myself."

Gul'dan stood up gently.

"The death of Jerry Issa. Deathclaw High Warlord's death was a deliberate murder by the dwarves, not my fault. Then, I brought a brand new power to the Horde, enough to destroy the weak line of defense of the Alliance, incomparable the power of."

"So, what is it."

Orgrim also stood up, the Doomhammer was held in his right hand by the tribal warchief, and then walked towards Gul'dan step by step.

"Burning flames, living magic fire."

Gul'dan took out a wooden cylinder from his waist and handed it to Orgrim.

"Damn it, it smells worse than the blessed blood at the beginning, what kind of ghost is this?"

Orgrim just pulled out the plug, and the pungent smell came on his face. The liquid emitting fel radiation made the warchief uncomfortable, so Orgrim plugged the cylinder again.

"Devil blood."

"Say something I can understand, Warlock, don't show off your dark knowledge."

Orgrim returned the cylinder to Gul'dan, then turned back to his seat, and put Doomhammer back to his side.

"Warchief, haven't you noticed? Those guys in the alliance are adapting to the war, and they are becoming more and more difficult to deal with. Although the warriors of the tribe are still victorious, they are constantly victorious, but we have been victorious for a whole year. I feel comfortable in what is called Hillblad by the league."

After Gul'dan finished speaking, he smiled contemplatively.

"Are you accusing me and laughing at me, Gul'dan."

Orgrim squinted his eyes and returned to the original after a while, and the warchief decided to forgive the warlock's offense.

"No, great Orgrim, I just remind you that the Horde needs new weapons, weapons that can determine victory, weapons that can destroy the Alliance's resistance to resolve, just like we did in Shattrath."

Gul'dan opened his arms and spoke impassionedly.

"You mean we pour magic blood into their drinking water? I don't think humans will drink green water that tastes like shit."

Orgrim didn't spare any chance of the bad smell of demon blood everywhere.

"No, the demon blood will be the source of the orc's power, the source of all power. Stronger orc soldiers, stronger death knights, stronger warlocks, and enslaved demons."

Gul'dan spoke carefully, observing Orgrim's expression.

"Then, Gul'dan, you have one month to prove that your life is valuable. In one month, humans will begin to cultivate, and a new round of battle will begin. Don't think of your empty rhetoric Persuaded me that your life is temporarily yours, only temporarily."

Orgrim used his nails to place his nails on the sturdy wooden off-hand. The rhythm happened to be the frequency of Gul'dan's heartbeat. This made Gul'dan feel uncomfortable and had an illusion that his life was not under his control.

"Great Doomhammer, thank you for your tolerance and kindness. After a month, you will get satisfactory results, I promise."

Gul'dan answered more respectfully.

"Then, go and finish your work, your time is running out."

"sure no problem."

After Gul'dan left Orgrim’s camp, he returned to his tribal resident, took a short break, studied the taboo knowledge rewarded by Kazzak, and copied and compiled a part of the taboo magic book for training new sorcerers. , And then left a phantom, teleported to a secret cave by magic.

"You are late, Gul'dan."

Lighting the torch, Red Black hand sat deep in the dim cave, quietly waiting for Gul'dan.

"Because I thought you needed more time."

"So you were wrong. Orgrim trusted me more because I acted more like a dog than you."

"But from your tone, from your eyes, from your heartbeat, oh, the Warlord of the Burning Plains is not you, so you came so soon."

Gul'dan's tone was full of mockery.

"Shut up, dirty warlock, do you want to fight with me here? What a good place."

Anger appeared on Red Blackhand's face.

"Future Warchief, do you treat your loyal supporters that way?"

Gul'dan's tone was still full of ridicule, but his expression was serious.

"Gul'dan, I don’t hate Orgrim. My father failed in a glorious duel. Orgrim won it upright. I opposed him only because he couldn’t lead the Horde and lead the orcs toward him. Victory, even because of the fairness that Orgrim advertised, the Blackstone clan suffered heavy casualties. I, only me, the son of Blackhand, Red Blackhand, is truly capable of leading the tribe."

Reid Blackhand did not realize that his mind had been disturbed by Gul'dan. Inadvertently, the young Blackhand spoke out his true thoughts.

It turns out that his method of induction was wrong. This orc is obsessed with power status instead of hatred.

"Yes, let us see what Orgrim has done since he became a warchief? Every day there are orc warriors carrying out meaningless bloodshed on the battlefield. Those humans are killed like maggots on carrion. Endless, but our noble orcs are bleeding because of maggots."

Gul'dan said in a voice that contained charm and magic.

"But Orgrim let the bastard of the Wild Stone clan go to the Burning Plains as a warlord."

Reid Blackhand suddenly looked a little discouraged.

"So, what can I do for you, my friend."

Gul'dan asked in a gentle voice that made his scalp numb.

In just a few words, Gul'dan's voice tone changed repeatedly, completely natural, and people couldn't help wondering whether the warlocks (seiyuu) of the tribe were all monsters.

"Kill the crap."

Reid Blackhand gritted his teeth and said.

"Oh, there are more than ten sword saints to protect Orgrim at any time, do you want me to die?"

Gul'dan exclaimed with an exaggerated expression.

"You know who I'm talking about! Anyway, you have already killed a Warlord in the Burning Steppes, and you don't care about killing another."

Reid Blackhand didn't call Gul'dan's cold joke.

"Of course I am satisfied with the question, my friend. But..."

Gul'dan stretched his tone.

"You will get what you want."

Reid Blackhand finished this sentence, extinguished the torch in his hand, and disappeared into the darkness of the cave.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, don’t you know that only power can bring real power to fools who are addicted to boring political struggles? Fight, grab, and wait for death, the world will eventually burn , Only the Legion is eternal."

Reid Blackhand, who was walking away, didn't hear Gul'dan's wanton laughter, but made up his mind in his heart.

"Gul'dan, I won't make mistakes like Orgrim. When I become a warchief, the first thing I do is to execute you. But until then, use it for me."

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