Trial of Blood
There have been differences in consciousness. Zul'ra and Thrall both tend to be conservative in their ideas, but the difference is that Zul'ra I hope that we can farm honestly and avoid war if possible. Even if we start a war, we must have a good reputation and be able to look down on our opponents from a moral and political high point. If we pursue our goals, we will not fight, and if we do, we will beat them to death.💘☜ 🐨🐤
In comparison, Thrall's consciousness is much more reckless. He hopes to face every war and pursue pure war, without substituting political factors into it. In fact, most races and most people are like this. When they pursue purity, they don't think about whether it is necessary at all.
Although there were differences, regarding the situation they were facing now, Zul'ra and Thrall both put their differences aside and solved the problem as beautifully as possible. After Zul'ra negotiated with Thrall, they immediately took the airship to Mount Hyjal.
Just when he was looking for Night Elves, Stonemaul Clan was in Dustwallow Marsh In Ogres's camp, a pair of fists stained with blood were thrown in front of the huge Ogres. Unlike most Ogress who were naked with only a piece of cloth covering their crotches, this Ogres wore armor on his belly and shoulders, and an iron helmet inlaid with animal teeth on his head.
"How's it going? Korg." Rexxar looked at the brutal Stone Hammer Warlord Korg in front of him and asked angrily, in order to replace Horde recruited this group of stone hammers, and he accepted the test of joining the group according to tradition. With the help of Cairne Bloodhoof and Chen, he snatched these gloves from a group of dragon people.
"Grotash?" Korg looked down at the bloody gloves, and looked at his deputy reluctantly, hoping to find some reason to refuse Rexxar's participation, because he felt that Mok'Nathal might be a threat. How did he grab the gloves from those fire-breathing monsters.
"According to tradition, he completed the test, Korg." Grotash had a horn on his forehead, looking at the bloody handcuffs on the ground, blinking with a pair of bean-sized eyes, and answered the warlord in a chaotic manner.
"..." Korg looked at the deputy who seemed to be in chaos and ignored him, and cursed in his heart. Then he looked at Rexxar, who was much shorter than himself, but seemed taciturn. In the end, his respect for tradition prevailed. This guy was shorter than him. If he dared to challenge himself, he would beat him to a pulp.
"Okay! Because you are very strong, I allow you to join. Tell me, what do you need?" Korg was balanced in his heart, put down the threat he felt, and allowed Rexxar in front of him to join Stonemaul Clan.
"I hope your power can help us fight against humans, because this is very important to Thrall." Rexxar couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Korg making a choice. If he had not obtained the legal status in the Stonemaul Clan society, then he would not be qualified to compete for the chief.
"Huh? Help Orcs?" Korg looked at the guy who had just joined the gang and wanted to take Stonemaul Ogres to help Orcs fight against humans. He couldn't help but open his mouth and let out an exaggerated smile.
"We helped Orcs last time, but they were too weak, so what reason do we have to help this time...?" Grotash's eyes flashed and he spoke to Rexxar, but before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the roar of Korg next to him.
"No, as long as I lead this group, then Ogres will never help Orcs again." Korg picked up his wooden stick from beside him and beat it hard on the ground. The fierce light in his eyes was fixed on Rexxar. Maybe it would be good to take this opportunity to kill this Mok'Nathal.
"So, is it okay as long as you don't lead this group?" Rexxar looked at the big guy holding a wooden stick and staring at him with evil eyes, unmoved by it.
"You want to initiate a blood test..." Grotash looked at Rexxar who was unmoved and sarcastic, and opened his mouth slightly. Just like Mak'gora of Orcs, Ogres also has its own blood test and a stage to fight for power with violence.
"Yes, I launch a challenge, a blood test." Rexxar confirmed his attitude without hesitation.
"Then what are you waiting for? It's been a long time since I..." Korg raised the wooden stick ferociously, wanting to smash the Mok'Nathal in front of him into pulp, but was stopped by a shout.
"Wait a minute, Korg, the blood test does not allow the use of magic or items, and all clan members are required to watch." Grotash widened his bean-like eyes and stopped Korg's behavior. At the same time, he spoke extremely quickly about the situation of the blood test.
"What..." Korg looked at Grotash who suddenly stopped himself and made a series of requests, and couldn't help but open his mouth.
"Korg, you have to abide by our traditions." Grotash was no longer as sluggish as before, and seemed eloquent. At the same time, he looked at the other Ogress who were watching. Under his gaze, those Ogress who were originally a little disgusted suddenly became agitated.
"Tradition."
"We want tradition."
"The test of blood."
"Blood test." Faced with Grotash's gaze, the Ogress started shouting one after another. The slogans were not uniform at first, but the situation gradually improved later on. Rexxar looked at the guys who were slowly gathering and stared at Korg with confidence. The big Ogres let out a roar.
"Ah..." Korg roared, the sound seemed to come from his fat belly, calming all the restless Ogress, and then looked at them, and finally stared at Grotash. Although his mind was a bit slow, he was not stupid. This deputy was trying to harm himself by instigating this matter.
"You think I am mute, you think I have become slow, but I will show you why Korg rules Stonemaul, and light a torch for me!" Korg stared at Grotash fiercely, and at the same time asked Ogres to light the torch.
The sky was getting dark, and under the light of torches, the Stonemaul Ogress were gathered together to form a circle. Within the circle, Rexxar took off his shirt and black hood, revealing a thick brown and light green body. Opposite him, Korg also took off his armor, revealing a fat and round belly.
Under the attention of all Stonemaul Ogres, Korg took the lead in launching an attack on Rexxar. His fists were extremely heavy, but Rexxar had agility that was inconsistent with his thick body. He kept avoiding Korg's attacks and punched Korg's waist, shoulders and other places.
Two strong men, one tall and one short, were fighting against each other. Every punch and kick they hit on each other was enough to break bones and break muscles. Ogres were gradually inspired by the bloodshed and let out one cry after another. When Rexxar spat out the blood in his mouth and knocked Korg to his feet, they cheered angrily.
"Rexxar."
While shouting Rexxar over and over again, Ogres Grotash clenched his fists slightly, looking at the half-Ogres who was vomiting blood in the field, with a sense of eagerness to try, but glanced at the Ogress celebrating around him, they Putting aside his eagerness to try, he wanted to get off the field and win the entire Stonemaul Clan, but this was not allowed, so he had to wait a little longer, or maybe he could learn Gul'dan.