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"Great Chieftain, the summoned Chieftain have also arrived at your fortress, and they are waiting for you to issue a declaration of war."

Blackrock Clan Warlord Orgrim strode into the hall of the clan king carrying his family's artifact warhammer, and reported to Great Chieftain Blackhand who was sitting on the throne:

"Gul'dan also confirms that all preparations have been completed. As long as you give the order, Bloodrage Potion can be distributed to Warrior."

"But you still have doubts about it, Orgrim."

Great Chieftain Blackhand, who was sitting on the throne, nodded with satisfaction and stood up.

Wearing the Blackrock Plate Armor forged by himself and the "Dark Hand" warhammer that was imitated by Doomhammer, he left the hall under the escort of the Chieftain guards. However, when he walked down the steps, he glanced at his most trusted lieutenant and said:

"Aren't you going to drink that Bloodrage Potion today?"

"I am just your servant, Great Chieftain. My wrong choice when I was young almost ruined Blackrock Clan's future. If you hadn't sacrificed your hand to get back the artifact, I would have become a sinner of the clan."

Orgrim noticed Great Chieftain's dissatisfaction, and he said in a sincere tone:

"How can I be qualified to share the same power with you? I don't think I deserve such an honor. Of course, if you ask me, I will definitely be willing to be your war pioneer.

Just like before, Consecration everything for the future of the clan."

"You are good at talking, and you always make it difficult for me to find any fault, but Orgrim, you know that my anger at this time is not directed at you personally."

Great Chieftain is a generous Warrior. He did not hide his dissatisfaction and waved his hand and said:

"Eitrigg successfully absorbed most of Warrior from the Whiteclaw Clan, and Fenris Wolfbrother from the Thunderlord Clan also arrived at my fortress today, but only Frostwolf Clan silently refused the call of Horde.

Durotan is your sworn brother!

The friendship between you transcends the bond of blood. Didn't you advise him before he made this stupid choice regardless of the death of his tribe?"

"I have persuaded you, Great Chieftain, and I wrote him a letter immediately. I sincerely request Durotan not to offend you, let alone stand on the wrong side.

He never replied.

You know, Durotan possesses the first-rate wisdom among Orcs Chieftain, but indecisiveness is indeed Durotan's character flaw."

Orgrim sighed and replied:

"I just can't understand why he made this choice, but I know how to fulfill my loyalty to you, Great Chieftain! After today's clan meeting, please give me a side force, and I will lead your Warrior to Frostfire Ridge to have a frank "talk" with Durotan.

At the clan meeting that elected you to be Horde Great Chieftain, Durotan voted in favor on behalf of the Frostwolf Clan, which means that he must accept your command at this time of war."

"What if, despite your persuasion, he is still unwilling to contribute to Orcs's future Consecration?"

Blackhand turned to look into Orgrim's eyes.

The brave Warlord did not shy away. He said seriously:

"Then I will bring you a traitor's head!"

The existence of the Frostwolf Clan will become a history of humiliation, but the Warrior who grew up in the cold wind of the magma snow field will still have the opportunity to regain their honor and fight under your command to wash away the humiliation of cowardice!"

"Great! I knew I could trust you, Orgrim."

This answer made Great Chieftain Blackhand very satisfied. He reached out and patted Orgrim on the shoulder and said:

"I hand over my guard to you. My two useless sons will serve as your adjutants. They need to be led by the powerful Warlord to learn how to become outstanding Blackrock Clan Warrior. There is no more suitable candidate than you.

Remember to be low-key when dealing with this matter.

We are about to start a war with Blue Skins. It is best not to let everyone know about the traitor. After dealing with the Frostwolf Clan, enter Nagrand from Frostfire Ridge, and "cook" Orcs at Garadar.

Zeng Ruizhi's Matron Geyah is so old and confused!

She actually got together with the traitor Ner'zhul, clearly rejected the envoy I sent and detained my daughter. She planned to use this method to coerce me, and she planned to use conspiracy to make Great Chieftain surrender.

How ridiculous!

It would be best if I could save my shameful daughter, but if Griselda has to choose between personal life and the glory of the clan, I hope my daughter can die without regrets."

"Uh"

These words made Orgrim blink his eyes. He hesitated and whispered:

"Actually, I have always felt that you are a little too harsh on Griselda. Your daughter is really excellent, no worse than Rend and Maim. She has also been trying to show you her growth."

"Oh, it turns out that in your eyes, I'm just a stubborn and stupid old Orcs, right?"

Blackhand shook his head.

In front of his most trusted lieutenant, the brutal and bellicose Great Chieftain who best suited the image of Orcs finally said what he was thinking. He walked towards his Dire Wolf and said:

"Griselda is my daughter. I watched her grow up. I know how good she is and I also know her ambition, but Blackrock Clan has never been the first daughter of Chieftain. For example, she longs to be a woman like Draka who is strong enough to defeat most men, but throughout the history of Orcs, there is only one Draka.

She wanted a chance, and I gave her the chance.

I gave her the power to recruit the aggressive women in the clan to become her Warrior. Although the title "Valkyrie" was too exaggerated and stupid, she did a good job and showed her leadership, so I gave her another chance to prove herself.

If Griselda can really prove herself this time, I don't mind promoting her to become High Overseer like Rend and Maim. If she can really beat Maim and Rend, I will even give her more opportunities.

But you see, she even did such a bad job of assisting Eitrigg in recruiting soldiers, and she also turned herself into a prisoner of Garadar's weak Orcs group.

How can this performance reassure me?

Ha, for Warrior, having ambition is a good thing, but if the strength does not match the ambition, it will lead to disaster."

Orgrim did not answer.

He seemed convinced, but in fact this wise and brave adjutant had his own ideas in mind.

He did not choose to speak to Great Chieftain Blackhand at this time. As High Overseer, whom Great Chieftain trusted the most, Orgrim had clearly felt some changes in Great Chieftain recently.

Gul'dan's constant flattery and slander, coupled with Bloodrage Potion's power to turn decay into magic, made him increasingly trust Shadow Council, and the auspicious omen of "Black Wolf Enters Dream" made Great Chieftain confident that this war against Draenei would win absolute victory.

He even couldn't wait for it.

Having confidence is a good thing, but as a supreme commander who has determined the outcome before the battle begins, this is a very dangerous sign.

Blue Skinss are not easy to deal with!

Even if Orcs has a sufficient quantity advantage, after drinking Bloodrage Potion, it will also have an exaggerated quality advantage. However, underestimating the enemy and advancing rashly will definitely cause the stupid failure of the Shadowmoon Valley campaign to be replicated.

If Orgrim had the power to command, he would definitely be more cautious when making decisions.

But unfortunately, he is just High Overseer. Although he is very trusted, in front of Great Chieftain who is becoming more and more self-willed because of "I have the advantage", he knows that "protecting oneself wisely" is the first priority.

The reason is simple.

If even he is driven out of the core of power of War Horde by Great Chieftain, then no one will be able to check and balance Shadow Council, who is becoming more and more powerful.

This is also the common thought between him and another High Overseer Eitrigg who is deeply trusted by Great Chieftain Blackhand and is equally rational.

Both of them saw the threat of Gul'dan and his group of Warlock, but unfortunately, in the era of approaching war, Great Chieftain, who longed for victory, needed Shadow Council, a useful war weapon, and the right to speak of loyal people like Orgrim and Eitrigg was greatly weakened.

"If you don't plan to drink Bloodrage Potion today, then don't go there, lest you be ridiculed by those Chieftains who don't keep their mouth shut."

Great Chieftain rode his own Dire Wolf and said to Orgrim who was following him:

"Stay here to gather my guards to prepare for the long journey to Frostfire Ridge. After the ceremony, Rend and Maim will come to join you. Don't delay and set off immediately."

"Yes, Great Chieftain."

Orgrim made a military salute of obedience.

But when Great Chieftain left, he still reminded:

"Warsong Chieftain Grom Hellscream, who was recalled here from the Highmaul frontline, is a war madman. He will definitely be dissatisfied with your decision and may even challenge your authority. But for the sake of unity within Horde, you must be patient today.

Grom may be arrogant, but his combat effectiveness and outstanding tactical ability are indeed the sharpest sword in your hand!"

"I can still win the battle without him!"

Great Chieftain scolded slightly dissatisfied:

"Do you think I will be afraid of Grom's provocation no longer young?"

"No, I have full confidence in your bravery, Great Chieftain, but you are the commander-in-chief."

Orgrim explained:

"You can't always be in front of Charge. This kind of thing should be left to someone like Grom, and you should be the one who leads him. In this way, his victory will embellish your victory, but his failure will not affect your glory."

"Well, if my son was half as smart as you, I wouldn't have such a headache over the issue of heirs."

Great Chieftain smiled, waved his hand and said:

"Okay, I accept this suggestion, Orgrim, go ahead and finish your work.

I also know what you are worried about. Don't worry, the dirty knife will naturally be disposed of after the incident is completed. When the threat of Blue Skins is eliminated, guys like Gul'dan will no longer be qualified to steal power in my Horde!

Until then, he and his disgusting and cunning minions will be left to you."

After saying that, Great Chieftain left this huge fortress located in Tanaan Jungle under the protection of the guards.

Orgrim told Saurfang Brothers to protect Great Chieftain, and then stood on the city wall and watched Great Chieftain's team disappear on the mountain road to the jungle peak. Gul'dan will hold a ceremony on that mountain peak tonight, which he calls "the blessing ceremony of strength."

Orgrim is very fortunate that Great Chieftain, whom he is loyal to, regards Gul'dan and Shadow Council as his right-hand men, but he is not finished. His mind is completely bewitched, but Great Chieftain has a pure Warrior heart. As long as he is determined, Gul'dan can do very few things in the dark.

Even now that Shadow Council is so powerful, the fact that those Warlock people still want to use the name of Great Chieftain Blackhand already illustrates the problem.

After a while, Orgrim touched his chest and took out a letter written in animal skin from his body. The bright symbols of Orcish and "Durotan" on the letter's signature meant that he and his sworn brother had always been in contact.

This means that just now, he deceived his Great Chieftain!

But it's not out of malice.

Durotan did not persuade him to betray his Great Chieftain in his heart. He only invited Orgrim to go to Frostfire Ridge to meet him as soon as possible. He also told Orgrim that he must not participate in tonight's ceremony, let alone drink the so-called "Bloodrage Potion".

Although his brother did not explain the reason, Orgrim did not intend to drink anything handed to him by Gul'dan even without Durotan's reminder about this matter.

He knew he had to go Frostfire Ridge.

Orgrim did not think that Griselda Blackhand was captured in Nagrand because the girl was not good enough. In fact, when he received the news, he had strong doubts about its authenticity.

Even though there is still a lack of evidence, he can still feel that something strange happened without Great Chieftain noticing.

Right on Nagrand!

The most direct example is that Garadar Orcs, who has always been neutral, together with the Frostwolf Clan, refused Horde's conscription.

Although Matron Geyah is Durotan's mother, family affection cannot be the first factor in Chieftain's decisions when it comes to matters concerning the survival of the clan.

What's more, the leader of the Whiteclaw Clan, the most stubborn, conservative and traditional old Chieftain Zargrel, is still alive and dead.

The letter sent back by Eitrigg clearly stated the cause and effect. It was Griselda Blackhand who took the initiative to send Old Whiteclaw to Nagrand for treatment. If Griselda was captured, what is the current status of Zargrel Chieftain?

This information is very important!

But Great Chieftain Blackhand doesn't care about this anymore.

Eitrigg brought him tens of thousands of elites from the Whiteclaw Clan, and Thunderlord Clan's surrender made him feel that the overall situation at Frostfire Ridge was settled. However, Orgrim knew very well that if Frostwolf Clan was restless, the situation at Frostfire Ridge would not be settled.

The reason why he wanted to obtain the right to move freely to Frostfire Ridge through deception was not only to respond to the invitation of his sworn brother, but also to find out what happened on that snowy land.

The war instinct from the commander warned him that there were terrible hidden dangers there, which would even directly affect the upcoming war of conquest.

"You sent twelve envoys at once to call me and my powerful Warriors back to this hellish place from the front line just to make me drink this damn "potion"?

You asked me to give up the victory that I was about to win, you made me give up the glory of Annihilation Gorian Ogre Empire, and you made me run away from the battlefield like a coward for this ridiculous reason?

With all due respect, Blackhand!

Are you crazy for riding a horse?"

On the highest mountain peak of Tanaan Jungle, a low roar echoed in the dead night, without any regard for the majesty of Great Chieftain, as if it was a provocation.

Blackhand jumped off the black Dire Wolf and glanced at the roaring guy. He was disgusted with the loud voice of the dog in front of him.

As expected of Orcs whose surname is "Hellscream", this voice can be compared to the reverberation of war drums in war hell.

"Shut up, Grom."

Great Chieftain said in a cold tone:

"Put down the Battle Standard in your hand. Before you do something stupid in front of so many Chieftain and Warlord, I will give you one last chance! I did not ask you to come here today to perform a Execute gladiatorial battle. I have no interest in that!

Keep your strength, and later you will have enemies to kill you, and wars to fight for you."

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"But I already won!"

Orcs Chieftain, who was tall, as strong as Blackhand but younger than him, wore a majestic clan armor and carried a ferocious battle axe. His iconic black chin was said to be from birth, but some people said it was some kind of tattoo.

This makes him look much more terrifying than other Orcs when he is angry.

The muscles on his face are twisted and the hot air blowing from his nostrils blows the golden nose ring, making this black-haired guy look like an evil ghost from hell.

He held Battle Standard in his hand, strode forward and roared:

"My Warriors have already invaded Highmaul, and the miserable Warlord Margok can only hide in his ridiculous magic wall and dare not show his head!

Only takes a week!

No!

It only takes five days. If you give me another five days, I can destroy the last city of the Gorian Empire with my own hands and kill the last king of Ogress with my own hands.

That was the victory I longed for and you took it away!

Come!

I had already decided on the road to use a Mak'gora to restore my honor. An old and weak insect like you doesn't know how to lead us. If I can't cut off Mar'gok's head, then it would be the same to replace it with yours.

If we are going to bloodbath Draenor with war, then Orcs should have a younger, stronger and more Invincible leader."

"Enough!"

Blackhand also can't hold back his anger.

This damn Grom Hellscream is really proficient in "provocative tactics". There are so many Chieftain and Warlord here, and his foul mouth really doesn't save any face for himself.

The other Chieftains were sitting or standing around the mountain peak, but no one came forward to stop or intervene.

Thunderlord Clan's Fenris Wolfbrother threw fresh pieces of meat to his Dire Wolf, and Shattered Hand Clan's tortured Chieftain Kargath Bladefist polished the mark with a sinister look on his face. Dragonmaw Clan's Warlock Chieftain Zuluhed's Dragon Bone Staff seems to have little interest in everything around him.

Burning Blade Clan's Old Da'ar Threefold-Bloodletter is kneeling under Battle Standard just like the most standard Orc Blademaster, and the legendary artifact Flame Blade Zun'xuu is placed flat on his knees.

This respected old Chieftain has no interest in such ridiculous private fights.

Chieftain Kaz the Screamer of the Laughing Skull Clan showed a slutty smile, Chieftain Hulkan Skullcrusher of the Bonechewer Clan said something to Warlord next to him, his brows filled with excitement.

Stormreaver Clan's Chieftain Gul'dan is adjusting the magic crucible on the flame not far away. All the energy is focused on preparing Bloodrage Potion, and he doesn't care about everything around him.

In addition to these Chieftain and Warlord who responded to the call of Great Chieftain, there is also a tall young Orcs.

He stood alone outside the crowd, wearing a battle helmet made of Dire Wolf leather. There was no clan flag to prove his identity, but the giant black battle ax he carried behind him made no one present dare to look down upon him.

That battle ax is called "Selahsil" and is the artifact of "Black Scar Clan"!

It's a pity that that clan is extinct and one of the victims of "Battle of Blood River".

This Warrior stared at Grom and Blackhand. He seemed to be curious about how Great Chieftain would respond to Grom's provocation.

How will Blackhand respond?

Very simple!

Now that you know why Grom Hellscream is unhappy, then give him what he wants.

"Drink Bloodrage Potion, Grom."

Great Chieftain Blackhand stopped Saurfang Brothers who was angry and wanted to teach Grom a lesson. He grabbed the Battle Standard thrown by Grom and didn't let it fall to the ground, and scolded:

"What you want is right in front of you. We are about to launch a war against Blue Skins, and you are the vanguard of Horde!

The first battle of the attack on Shattrath City is left to your Warsong Clan! All honors belong to you, and you take all the spoils first. After we execute the prophet of Blue Skins, in the ruins of that city, I will accept your challenge!

As you said, a Mak'gora!

If you want the glory and throne of Great Chieftain, then first make a dazzling contribution to all Orcs and our Horde!"

"Great Chieftain is right."

Gul'dan next to the crucible finally prepared all the potions. Under the green light, Progenitor Warlock took a cup made of the horns of Clefthoof from the hands of the disciples next to him, and reached out to grab a handful from the crucible.

He lifted up the green liquid overflowing with power and said to Grom Hellscream:

"Only Chieftain, who has contributed to Orcs, is qualified to lead us! Only Chieftain, who has brought glory to this world, is qualified to rule it!

And you! Hellscream, killing a weak Ogre Warlord is not enough to show your so-called bravery and strength. How can Ogres, who has been in decline for hundreds of years, compare with the cunning Blue Skins?

Not long ago, those Blue Skins awakened their ancient Saint. The guy named "Diakum Zastinss" brutally killed Kilrogg Deadeye in their city. Our attack on Karabor Temple was also thwarted by him!

Compared to the weak Velen and the old Hutton, that Diakum is more like the war leader Blue Skins invited back from their long history.

If you can kill him, and if your Gorehowl can drink enough of his Holy Light's blood, then you are qualified to challenge Great Chieftain Blackhand! Don't forget who provided food and grass to your Warsong Clan, and who mobilized Twilight's Hammer Clan as your reinforcements?

Without the support of the brave and wise Great Chieftain, your Wolf Rider who are being chased by the Krokuun Legion will never even think of rushing into Highmaul."

"Haha, Diakum Zastinss?"

Grom Hellscream turned his head and looked at Gul'dan's burning neck sarcastically, and said:

"I heard that you were killed by him once? Wizard, are you planning to lend me my battle ax to avenge your weakness? What a lame dog that barks for its master! Don't you even have the ability to fight on your own?"

"Hahaha"

This wonderful ridicule caused the surrounding Chieftain and Warlord to burst into laughter, and even made Blackhand's mouth curl up slightly. He suddenly discovered that Grom's straightforward and annoying style was quite useful at certain times.

Look at him mocking Gul'dan like this, that guy doesn't even dare to sneer back.

"Yes, I failed, but this does not mean that I am weak. Just as you claim that you are strong, you need to face Vigilant to win."

Gul'dan doesn't care at all.

They all think of it as Warlock, right?

Shame and all that have long since been used as magic materials.

He pushed the demon blood in his hand towards Grom Hellscream, a strange smile appeared on his ferocious and dark face, and he said in a long voice:

"Drink, drink, Grom, this is your destiny, this is the destiny of Orcs.

Drink this water of power, and then touch Shadowflame to receive the wrathful blessing of the wolf spirit. Only in this way can you resist the burning fire of Holy Light and win yourself a chance to hack Blue Skins Saint to death."

Under the gazes of other Chieftain and Warlord, Grom roughly grabbed the "Bloodrage Potion".

The pungent smell made Chieftain grit his teeth. He looked at the green liquid in his hand. The anger from Warrior seemed to be activated at this moment, which made him realize that Gul'dan had not deceived him.

This thing can indeed give him the blessing of strength.

But before drinking it, Grom glanced at Gul'dan. This tough and tough Orcs asked unexpectedly:

"But Gul'dan. What's the price?"

"The price? The price is war, the price is death, the price is destruction!"

Gul'dan responded with an attitude so passionate that his voice changed:

"The price is our war against Blue Skins, the price is the tragic death of the enemy under your battle axe, the price is that we will bloodbath Draenor, and use the destruction of other races to create the road of bones for the rise of Orcs!

Yes!

That is a Path of Glory, a road to the supreme future.

Only those who have made contributions are qualified to be appreciated. This is true for you and so is ours.

Great Chieftain gives you the honor of being the first to drink blood, Grom, because you are the most powerful among us! Don't live up to this honor, don't live up to the expectations of Horde, ah, the vanguard of war that brings death, stepping onto Path of Destruction is your destined destiny.

Drink it!

Embrace it."

"Drink it, Grom Hellscream of the Warsong Clan."

Great Chieftain Blackhand showed off his power blessed by Black Wolf Spirit in the long wolf howl. In the roar of Annihilator, one black Ghost Wolf ran out from the shadow behind Great Chieftain, and he declared loudly:

"The war has begun! The war will start from this moment. Draenor is destined to belong to Orcs, and the glory will eventually belong to us! For blood! For glory! For victory! For Horde!!!"

"For Horde!"

Amidst the roars of the violent Orcss, Grom took a big gulp of the blood in the cup. Then, with the activation of anger and the blessing of the wolf spirit, he raised the cup and smashed it down. The shattering and roaring sounds were like the beating of war drums.

Under the satisfied gaze of Great Chieftain, one Chieftain stepped forward to drink blood, making the sky noisy tonight.

And in an unnoticed corner, on a branch at the edge of the mountain, a black raven gracefully combed its feathers with its beak. Apart from the shy moon in the sky, it may be the One witness to this fall.

The raven's eyes, as bright as violet gems, stared at the "cult scene"-like blood-drinking ceremony below, witnessing the Orcss cheering for joy due to the surge in power. There were three parts of sarcasm, three parts of curiosity, three parts of regret and one part of sneer in its eyes, but the remaining ninety percent was all anticipation!

The raven was so happy.

On the first night he wandered into this different world, fate presented him with such a wonderful drama.

Well, these Orcs are so happy to drink demon blood that they don't even care about the horrific sequelae this thing will bring to their individuals and groups. It seems that their brains are not very easy to use and they are surprisingly full of martial virtue.

If this is the case, then I might be able to use them to accomplish some more "greater" things.

Just treat it as waste.

Yes!

When the first Orcs drank the demon blood, the world destined to be poisoned by demons was already hopeless.

But my hometown will "benefit" from this.

Before the real threat comes, maybe I should arrange a small "doomsday warning" for the family members in my hometown.

If the divided kings and lords can't even deal with these guys, then they don't have to waste time in their long-degenerated hometown. If the weak forest cannot resist Scourge, then it should be burned by itself, and then the once glorious power can be rebuilt in the warm ashes.

Having predicted the danger, perhaps it is time for me to find another way under the guidance of foresight and wisdom.

But your little Draenor world has both Life Force and Holy Light Force. The way of the elements is quite prosperous, and now even the devil wants to get involved.

At the moment when the raven spread its wings in the frightened night, it thought:

This shallow fish pond with many turtles is quite lively.

Well, it really makes me, "Astral Mage", who comes from afar, happy!