Fel'this walked over, carrying a blood-stained wooden stick, and glanced disdainfully at his father's corpse on the ground, a cruel smile playing on his lips.
"Trash, tell me, was this scene in your prophecy?"
Young Fel'this possessed the same strong muscles as his father, sharp fangs, a ferocious face, and was also ambitious.
I had long heard that some of the tribe's warriors were very close to him.
Kilrogg trembled with fear and quickly knelt on the ground.
Fel'this said smugly:
"I've wanted that old man dead for a long time. He betrayed Grandpa's whereabouts to the Arakkoa. This is his just deserts. Kilrogg, tell me your prophecy."
The stench of blood assaulted Kilrogg's senses, nearly stopping his heart and leaving his mind blank.
"Prophecy, I need prophecy. Your only value in this world is prophecy."
Fel'this roared furiously, pointing at the headless corpse on the ground:
"Do you want to die with him?"
Fear made Kilrogg's mind race, and he stammered:
"The prophecy foretold that Chieftain Nantrog colluded with the filthy Arakkoa; he betrayed the Bleeding Hollow Clan Clans; he was a shameless traitor."
"Well said!"
Fel'this's lips curled up, and he gently lowered the wooden stick he had raised. He realized that the prophecy was actually quite useful, for example, in legitimizing the killing of his father to seize power. This made him abandon the idea of killing Kilrogg.
To survive, Kilrogg was forced to repeatedly blaspheme the sacred Deadeye Prophecy, closing his eyes and spouting nonsense:
"Fel'this, the chosen one of the Bleeding Hollow Clan Clans, slew the chieftain who betrayed his people. Prophecy tells me that your courage will lead the Bleeding Hollow Clan Clans to glory."
Fel'this grinned, and the stick, smeared with brains and blood, gently tapped Kilrogg's head:
"You truly are a filthy piece of trash, as repulsive as your Deadeye Prophecy. I allow you to gnaw on bones at my feet."
Kilrogg's anger surged up, instantly filling his chest, almost bursting forth.
Hiding under the table and scavenging for scraps like a dog is nothing new; after all, that's how he's lived for years.
But he could not tolerate Fel'this's insult to the Deadeye Prophecy.
This was all the dignity he had left.
Immersed in the joy of killing his father, Fel'this simply set the wooden stick aside, opened his arms to the blinding sunlight, and said:
"This is a wonderful moment. From now on, I will be free and unrestrained. My father was an Imp, but I am different. I will wage war against the Arakkoa. My warriors are coming. They support me to become the new chieftain. Kilrogg, I need your prophecy about the Arakkoa. Tell me, the Bleeding Hollow Clan Clans will prevail."
Fel'this turned around with a smile and saw Kilrogg pick up a stick and smash it down on him.
The frail Kilrogg wasn't strong enough, but he still managed to knock Fel'this off balance, blood streaming freely down his temples.
"You useless piece of trash, I'm going to tear you to pieces."
Severely injured, Fel'this moved clumsily, and Kilrogg, biting his lip, brought the stick down again.
Having suffered another severe blow to his forehead, Fel'this could no longer stand and pleaded urgently:
"Don't kill me, have mercy!"
The gushing blood excited Kilrogg immensely; his single eye was filled with blood, and he forgot his pain and fatigue, with only one thought in his mind.
He raised the wooden stick and began to strike Fel'this repeatedly.
After an unknown amount of time, Fel'this was practically a pile of minced meat. Kilrogg was exhausted. He threw down his stick and realized what he had done, bursting into maniacal laughter.
Heavy footsteps approached, and a dozen muscular Orcs appeared before Kilrogg. They stared in horror at the two corpses on the ground.
They were all Fel'this's trusted men, the most powerful Warrior of the Bleeding Hollow Clan Clans, preparing to welcome their new chieftain, only to find a mangled corpse instead.
Kilrogg's head was buzzing, the scene before him was distorted and deformed, the flowing blood was expanding deep in his pupils, turning his vision blood red, and at the same time, chaotic and noisy sounds came to his ears, as if countless people were whispering, and crazy thoughts were constantly forming in his mind.
"I see it, the future of the Bleeding Hollow Clan Clans: mountains of corpses, seas of blood, rivers of blood. The prophecy tells me I will not be killed."
Kilrogg unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his emaciated chest, and grinned tauntingly:
"Come on, come on! I killed them, father and son! You cowards, you Imp! Do you want revenge for the chief? Let's see if I can be killed!"
Kilrogg stepped forward, grabbed an Orcs's arm, and brought the axe in his hand to his own neck:
"I have endured for so long because I foresaw their demise. Could the sharp Battle Axe take my life? My prophecy tells me that no one can kill me."
Kilrogg's face drew closer, blood still flowing from his empty left eye, while his remaining right eye emitted a blood-red light.
The axe-wielding Orcs was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, and his Battle Axe involuntarily fell to the ground.
"Come on, come and kill me, the bravest Warrior of the Bleeding Hollow Clan Clans, kill me with the weapons in your hands!" Kilrogg continued to taunt.
All the Orcs were horrified. On the Battlefield, they were not afraid of death, but they felt awe from the bottom of their hearts for the mysterious Deadeye Prophecy and this terrifying supernatural power.
"I, Kilrogg Deadeye, have been favored by Destiny. I traded my left eye for immortality. I am the master of Tanaan Jungle. Warriors, do you yearn for battle? I have witnessed the death of each and every one of you. Only I can lead you to rebuild the glory of the Bleeding Hollow Clan Clans."
Kilrogg, having made a desperate gamble, initially thought he wouldn't gain the Warrior's approval, but he had nothing left to lose; at worst, he'd be hacked to pieces.
But then a surprising scene unfolded: the bravest Bleeding Hollow Clan Clans Warrior knelt on the ground, wholeheartedly pledging allegiance to the new chieftain.
At that moment, Kilrogg finally understood the true power of the Deadeye Prophecy.
By the time Grimak and Garrosh arrived in Tanaan Jungle, the chieftainship dispute among the Bleeding Hollow Clan Clans had already been settled.
What an unexpected turn of events!
Grimak exclaimed in amazement:
"I originally favored Fel'this; that young man has guts and ideals, a formidable Warrior, though somewhat impulsive. Kilrogg Deadeye, never heard of him."
Garrosh scrutinized Grimak, but unfortunately couldn't discern anything.
Was this Ogre feigning ignorance, or did it genuinely not know? Garrosh was increasingly puzzled.
Grimak chuckled and said, "By the Holy Light, this is Destiny's arrangement. Now let us go and meet the most formidable of the Seven Heroes of Draenor, the Warlord Hannibal."
Garrosh frowned, having never heard of the name before, and asked, "Who is Hannibal?"
Grimak looked surprised, then smiled and said:
"You come from the outside world, so you don't know. Among the Orcs, Warlord Hannibal is the most renowned. He is the chieftain of the Blackrock Clan, the junior brother of the Sword Samuro, and stronger than a hundred Samuros. He is the number one Orcs who strikes fear into the hearts of all."