King Garin had not dealt with ogres before.

But since the Orc invasion of Azeroth began more than a decade ago, the traces of ogres have spread almost all over the world, and even some ogre clans are active in the corner mountains of the Arathi Heights.

Of course, compared to their compatriots in the Dust Swamp, Arahi's Stonefist Ogres are undoubtedly very humiliating, not only do they not have their own stronghold, but they are even occasionally crushed by the Deadwood Troll Clan who also live in the mountains of Arahi... The fate of ogres and ogres is also very different, to be honest, according to the forces under Tagore, even if it is placed in the war-torn northern frontier, it can be regarded as a big force.

However, Garin was an adventurous and story-telling kid from an early age, and he knew many ancient legends about Azeroth, including some of the "customs" of the ogre race.

Although ogres look stupid, they are actually stupid, but they are thinking creatures, of course, due to their rough and arrogant nature, it is difficult for them to develop their own civilization under normal circumstances, but in the ogre society, there is indeed a set of their own operating system.

For example, ogres who can cast spells are more noble than regular ogres.

For example, an ogre with his own "armor" must be a figure with a head and a face in a clan.

For another example, the status of the ogre chief is not maintained by bloodline, but by the challenge and seizure of force, just like a wolf pack, when the first wolf becomes old, there will always be a new, strong giant wolf to challenge the wolf king, and the same is true of the ogre chieftain inheritance.

And what's weird is that the ogre's intelligence is just enough to maintain this "sacred" tradition, and their intelligence is just enough for them to understand the true meaning of this ancient tradition, in short, after more than ten years of development, the ogre's chieftain challenge has some weird places, that is... This challenge is not confined to the community.

When the territory of the kingdom of Alterac was cholerized by syndicate thieves, some cunning thieves took advantage of the loophole and gained control of other ogres by defeating some of the chieftains of small clans, but these adventurous guys were later used as food because they could not afford to raise these rude pot-bellied men.

So, in a sense, this kind of challenge also has a certain "risk" for foreigners.

And now, facing Tagosh who fled the battlefield in a hurry, Garin craned his neck and looked at the strong and fierce ogre chieftain, and he shouted:

"I am the Chosen King of Stormgard, Garin. Thorbain, today on the battlefield between these two races, I want to challenge you! Chief of the Stonehammer, do you dare to accept my challenge? ”

When this sentence was shouted, the whole small battlefield was quiet, the ogres could understand the lingua franca, in fact, every adult ogre could speak a lingua franca or two, the challenge of the chieftain of Garin spread throughout the battlefield in a very short time, the soldiers who were fighting were instructed by the king's herald, and the ogres, who were now obviously at a disadvantage, also had their own thoughts.

For a while, the sound of the battle on the battlefield slowly subsided, and even the orcs who rushed to help heard about it, and the ogres who felt the impending disaster looked at their chieftain, wearing armor and holding weapons, and Tagosh was also a little confused by Garin's unreasonable behavior.

"Thorbain, are you crazy?"

A few orcs and trolls who had come to see the excitement stood aside, and Garrosh, who had been with Garin several times, shouted in a low voice:

"You're no match for him at all... Look at the ogre, he has two heads, it's a wizard, and brute force is there, and your little body can't stop him from a hammer. ”

"Watch your words, orcs!"

Aldrin, the captain of the knights who was guarding King Garin, glanced at Garrosh and said in a cold voice:

"The king has the king's plan, you just need to be a quiet spectator."

"Hey, stupid knight."

Garrosh snorted, he lowered his weapon and stood aside with his shoulders crossed, while Sal was a little worried, this clever orc probably understood what Garin wanted to do, but he, like Garrosh, was not optimistic about Garin and Tagosh going head-to-head.

Garin. When Torbain was in the North, he was not a human leader known for his martial arts, and to be honest, even Arthas, the most capable of fighting among the younger generations of humans, may not be able to win 100% in this situation against a brutal ogre leader who can cast spells and can fight in close combat.

The reason why barbarians are called barbarians is because their strength is strong enough, and they are fierce and violent enough to fight, just like facing fierce beasts, no matter how powerful a hunter is, he does not dare to say that he will win.

"Weak human king, mighty Tagosh accepts your challenge!"

After a few minutes, the Ogre Chief felt the "ardent" hope from his compatriots, any creature with a brain has an instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm, and Tagosh knew that if he did not accept the challenge, the heavy artillery that had been transported around the battlefield would directly destroy the entire Stonehammer Clan.

"Cunning humans..."

The ogre leader looked at the battlefield around him, and between the shadows, the human artillerymen had begun to adjust the position of the muzzles, and it was clear that Garin was not just issuing a challenge, he was also buying time for the human soldiers in this way.

"Bang"

Tagosh smashed his heavy bonecrat hammer to the ground, his three eyes gleaming with rage, and as he swung his other hand, a ball of flame wrapped around his fist, representing another of Tagosh's powers, the brutal and powerful elemental power.

"Good!"

King Garin was not nervous, he rolled over and dismounted, reached out to take something from the knight captain Aldrin, and before he stepped into the battle circle, the silent Dranos suddenly stepped forward and handed him the heavy black battle axe in his hand:

"Use this!"

"Huh?"

King Garin looked at the double-edged battle axe handed over by the orc, he grabbed the battle axe in his hand, the heavy weight and the cold bone of the place where he started made Garin's will clearer at this moment, he looked down at the layers of cloud patterns on the blade of the black battle axe, he whispered:

"It looks like essentia steel... Only the Lords of Death of the Darkblade have such weapons..."

Faced with Garin's speculation, Dranoche did not answer, but quietly took a step back, the axe... It was the weapon he and Garrosh found when they awoke outside the wilderness of Lordaeron, and it was what his father, the Death Lord Sarufar had passed on to him, and the only thing Sarufar could give him.

It is currently the hardest metal in the world of Azeroth, which can only be melted and cast by a special method, and cannot be destroyed once forged.

"Anyway, thanks."

Garin suddenly thanked Dranoche, who nodded and said no more.

With an axe in one hand and a wooden box in the other, Garin stepped into the battle circle of the duel with Tagosh under the gaze of the human soldiers and ogres, and the savage ogre leader stared at the emaciated human king in front of him with disdain, it grabbed the heavy bone mallet in his hand, and roared, a scorching red halo shone on the body of the two-headed ogre, making its muscles more tense and its momentum more ferocious.

"Oops! It's bloodlust! ”

As a shaman, Thrall could see at a glance the spell that Tagosh had cast on him, and he wanted to say something, but the next moment, a thunderous sound made Thrall's eyes widen.

Facing the ogre chief rushing like a hill, Garin's left hand shook, and the wooden box in his hand was opened, Garin carried Dranosh's battle axe behind his back, and grabbed from the wooden box with both hands a thing that emitted a dark golden light, which looked like a long iron box, and as Garin's fingers moved back and forth, the box made a soft clicking sound.

"Cousin Danas... Let your weapons protect me! ”

Garin muttered to himself, and then, like the most elite musketeer, he aimed the muzzle of the dark gold gun at the rushing ogre, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang"

For the first time, the Siren's Shotgun burst out of its own brilliance on another continent, and the specially made silver bullets flew out of the muzzle in the cyan smoke, piercing Tagosh's black steel cuirass and piercing the ogre's rough skin in less than a tenth of a second, and then exploding, countless small metal fragments and the hard silver bullets tumbling in the ogre's flesh.

From the front, Tagosh was punched in a bloody patch of blood, while from the back, the ogre chieftain had a terrible wound in his back.

However, this is only the beginning, the awesome thing about the Kraken shotgun is that this thing not only has a tragic 20mm caliber explosive fragmentation bullet, its magazine is a 12-round combined high-end goods, each Kraken shotgun, including the special bullets equipped, are handmade by the most skilled goblin engineers under Hesuo, and the cost of each bullet has reached an astonishing 1000 gold coins, which is stronger than the assembly line 5-round axe gun used by the undead infantry.

This thing is the real essence of years of development in the Black Iron Commercial Federal District... The mortal world's top-notch killing weapon, however, even so, the Death Lords still dislike it for not being powerful enough.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang"

The sound of gunfire like popping beans resounded through the small battle circle, and the eyes of the young orcs who had only used the old dwarven muskets widened, for this was the first time they had seen a firing weapon that could fire in bursts and with such great power.

Tagosh was almost charged with a rain of bullets, the pain of the bullet tearing through the internal organs made the ogre chief want to let out the craziest roar, but the painful suppressive effect of the bloodthirsty spell made him not lose his combat effectiveness under the repeated blows, although there was no intact flesh on his body, although his steps had begun to stagger, although his weapons and arms were frantically torn apart by a whole projectile.

Garin, on the other hand, stood in place with the calmness of a musketeer, kept pulling the trigger, and opened a terrifying blood hole in the ogre in front of him, and at the moment when the fifth bullet accurately excited Tagosh's left brain, the decisive charge belonging to the ogre chief finally ended.

Tagosh's left side of his head exploded, the fatal wound that made the fireballs he tried to throw lose control in the palm of his hand, and his massive body rolled forward with the blessing of kinetic energy, bringing up a crazy dust and blood light, and finally making the flesh blurry, which could hardly be called life, smashed on the ground in front of Garin's eyes.

The ogre isn't dead yet... The terrifyingly strong vitality became the most terrifying curse at this moment, Tagosh raised the only remaining right brain with difficulty, he looked at Garin viciously, the latter expressionlessly inserted the dark golden killing weapon back into his back, and then pulled out the essentia battle axe behind him, under the gaze of humans and ogres, Garin swung his battle axe and slashed down.

"Bang"

Taggosh's flesh-stained head flew out and landed at the feet of an ogre, scaring the stupid creature backwards.

"I won."

Garin declared his victory, his voice soft, but like lightning striking the earth, leaving the ogres at a loss, and a moment later an ogre wizard wrapped in a strip of cloth trembled and picked up Tagosh's head, and then half-knelt before Garin's eyes, and raised the ugly head with both hands as if it were a tribute.

With a hint of the reserve characteristic of a classical knight, the captain of the knights, Aldrin, stepped forward and took back the head of the ogre chieftain, which was one of the proofs of his lord's great prowess, and from now on, Garin's title could be preceded by one more..."Conqueror of the Dust Swamp and Barbarians".

"From this day forward, the Stonehammer Ogre will become a vassal of Stormgard, you will get a new gathering place and a new job, and the kingdom will give you enough food and shelter!"

Garin, in the posture of a victor, stepped on the corpse of Tagosh with his left foot, and he looked at the tall and muscular ogres, and he cried out in a loud voice:

"Is anyone not convinced?"

"Is anyone going to challenge me?"

"Stand up! I accept your challenge! ”

Five seconds passed, and not a single ogre came out, which made Garin very satisfied, and he bowed his head slightly, and said proudly:

"Bow down to your new king, then!"

"Click"

At this moment, the soldiers of all the kingdoms aimed their weapons at those ogres, and any ogres who did not obey the king's orders would be killed on the spot, but these barbarians, who had been frightened by the "flamethrower" in Garin's hand, did not have the heart to make any rebellion, and they knelt on the ground very respectfully, representing the end of this riot.

And the newly-born kingdom of Stormgard has finally gained a firm foothold in this new world.

Garin returned the blood-stained battle axe to Dranosh, and then under the gaze of everyone, he put the dark gold gun behind him back into the delicate wooden box, and he stroked the metal weapon without too much carving, and a voice sounded in his heart:

"That's the new power... The power of steel and fire, the power of swords and magic. ”

"Thank you, cousin Danas... Once again, you have sheltered the country. ”