Gurtug* Hammer is a drudger in the Forge of Blood. His father was once a well-known centurion in the tribe. The young Gultug adored his father, and he had dreamed more than once that he had led his people like his father, crossing the Dark Gate and following the Black Hand of the Great Chief to conquer the world called Azeroth on the other side of the gate.

It's a pity that Gurtug's dream was shattered.

His father, along with the Great Black Hand Chieftain and millions of strong orc warriors, lay his bones across the door.

Every time he woke up from a midnight dream, the harsh reality still reminded him that he was just a handyman who did hard work.

His physique, which was weaker than that of a formal warrior, doomed him to never want to become a glorious orc warrior through formal means in his life.

He craves power, not as a man who can be abandoned by a chief at any moment, but as a warrior. His parents couldn't give him the power that only demonic blood could give him.

However, a lowly laborer like him may not be a candidate for an orc for the rest of his life.

So he slipped into the lab that made the orcs one night, drank every bottle of liquid that could be drunk, he didn't know what was going to happen, he just felt every inch of his skin burning, energy surging in his body, and he couldn't vent it.

He felt like he was about to explode, saliva dripping from his mouth, puffs of green smoke dripping on the ground, and he shook his head, feeling his consciousness gradually blur. He looked up and saw his father standing in front of him, a human officer raising his knife and splitting his father in half. Gurtug let out a muffled thud in his throat before lunging at the human officer, blood pouring out of his eyes, staining his vision blood-red.

However, it was only his hallucination, and he threw himself into the air, slammed his head against the wall, and fainted.

Three days later, Gurtug was sent to the Dark Temple, the fortress of Illidan, as the "most successful orc sample". He was covered in thick armor, and the nameplate on the armor was engraved with several twisted Ereda characters - Gultug* Blood Boiling!

From that day on, Gurtug began to enjoy the glory of power. His former brethren feared him, and the orcs who had turned into orcs bowed down to him, and even the self-proclaimed noble demons looked terrified at him.

Gurtug was happy, even though he knew he was Illidan's test subject, his lackey.

Until this day, Thrall stood in front of him.

"I am Thrall, the son of Durotan, the former chief of the Frostwolf Clan, and now the Grand Chief of the Horde, and the leader of all the orcs! ”

Gultug laughed, his laughter full of desolation, "My father responded to the call of the Great Chief and died in the world of Azeroth. I don't mind that, at least my father was a true warrior when he died. I just want to ask, what qualifications do you, the great chief of a tribe who depends on the alliance for food, make me surrender?"

"You ......," Orgrim listened and wanted to cut someone.

"Haha! If you don't have food, you will rob it! If you don't have land, you will rob it! If you can't rob it, you will die! This is a tribe! This is an orc! Be a human dog for a bite to eat! Phew! This is not a tribe I know!"

Sal's face was as black as ink.

Admittedly, he was right about the big policy he had for the tribe. But this general policy is not destined to be understood by orcs who are full of traditional ideas.

Orcs who have not seen the horror of Alliance technology and the war machine will never know how terrifying it can be when the Alliance becomes an enemy of the Horde.

To make matters worse, their lack of wisdom and insight, combined with their entrenched mindset, makes them refuse to recognize the status quo.

Not a half-man so, for the most part, all the orcs received from Draenor.

Thrall suddenly felt a palpitation, but his sense of responsibility as a high chief still drove him to carry the uneasiness and discomfort and continue to lead the tribe forward.

Sal sighed, "The world has changed. ”

"What if it changes? All I know is that I've lost the blood of demons, and I'm just a toiler who can be abandoned by the tribe at any time. But with it, I'm the one I'm afraid of anyone who sees me!hahahaha!"

Not everyone falls into tragedy because of the power of the taboo, there are always gainers.

It was this low-probability success that drove more orcs to become evil orcs at the cost of becoming minions of the Burning Legion.

Orgrim shouted anxiously, "Great Chief, there is no need to explain to such a madman. If you want to explain, you will also explain slowly when you turn over this guy and feed him holy water. ”

Thrall is an affable leader who can reconcile the various races well. However, his human side makes him lack domineering, which in the eyes of many orcs with traditional concepts, becomes weak and deceitful.

Sal was silent for a full three seconds before he said aloud, "Clean him up!"

Kane, the minotaur chieftain, craned his neck high, and let out a war cry in a deep voice that echoed through the dark palace.

"Orc, your mind needs to be clear!" Kane slammed into the head with a charge, a totem pole as thick as the beams of a house.

Useless.

Gultug's demonic body, greatly strengthened, simply raised a left arm wearing armor and withstood Kane's tentative attack with a spike-covered armour.

Without giving Kane any room to react, he raised his axe high, and a [Chaos Strike] was already following him, hitting Kane's body like lightning.

This strong attack was hardly carried by the set of Hyjal-level plate armor on Kane's body.

The ensuing state of [Bewilderment], Kane is not immune.

Who am I?

Where am I?

What am I going to do?

The old cow fell into an eight-second long thinking life.

Originally, this was a great opportunity to kill the old cow, but Gultug disdained it.

A true tribal warrior who disdains to sneak up on an enemy who has no ability to resist.

He left the old cow behind and charged directly at Sal.

In no particular order, Orgrim also launched a [charge] towards him.

"Bang-" Two extremely swift phantoms converged on the steps. The two tall and burly bodies completed a confrontation of pure strength and anger under the hedge.

If it were an ordinary person, it might have been shocked by this kind of collision.

Orgrim is a forsaken.

Gultug, on the other hand, relied on the super physical fitness obtained by infusing the demon's blood to resist the dizziness this time.

His [Arc Slash] drew a bloody red arc of light in the void, colliding with Orgrim's weapon without any illusion.

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