Even Duke didn't know that because he had cheated Orgrim so badly, Ogrim had led to a ritual that had never been seen in any 'history' - Bagrash. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It is a ritual to prove the reputation of orcs suspected of being traitors.

The ritual was very simple, violent, and bloody.

That is, in the presence of at least a hundred orc warriors, seven recognized warriors, with seven daggers inserted into the bodies of the participants in the ceremony. The dagger must not be fatally wounded, it must not hurt the muscles and bones, and it must not injure the internal organs.

Participants then have to fight a duel to the death with a recognized warrior, usually a chieftain, with seven daggers in their bodies.

Only if the participants win the duel will they be cleared of suspicion and their reputation restored.

No one knows why Kilrog offered to bring Ogrim to Bagrash. If there was one reason to impose on Kilrog, it was his 'dead eye' that could no longer see

Kilrog was born into the Bloodring Clan of Draenor. When his people were about to be wiped out by the Raven Clan, Kilrog was unwilling to bow his head and admit defeat. At the behest of his ailing father, he follows his clan's ancient tradition: finding the hidden chamber named after him and performing the horrific ritual of sacrificing his left eye in exchange for seeing his future fate.

During the ceremony, Kilrog foresaw that his death was far away, so he knew he would survive the ordeal. Inspired by fate, he seized control of the clan and led the Bloodring Clan to crush the Raven menace, before winning numerous battles.

In the years that followed, he went on a killing spree against any dissent, even his closest relatives, and was always looking forward to his fate coming to him.

The orcs, though brutal, are mostly superstitious, and with no shamans in the tribal camp at the moment, Kilrog's 'dead eye' becomes quite convincing.

Without hesitation, high-status warriors such as Grom Hellroar and Samuro agreed to Kilrog.

"Orgrim*Hammer of Doom! are you going to accept [Baglash] in order to prove your innocence?" Kilrog's voice was indifferent and a certain sense of oppression, which is the terrifying aura of a warrior who walks out of a mountain of corpses and blood.

He was old, but no one could deny that he was still one of the strongest warriors in the tribe.

"I accept!" Orgrim stood in the skeptical gaze of countless orcs, "I not only accept, but I also ask that when I accept [Baglash], I also open [Makogora]!"

"Shhh

This meant that Orgrim would have to take on at least seven Chieftain warriors in one go, even if he had been stabbed seven times, until there was no one else to challenge, and he could not stop.

Of course, if Orgrim succeeds, he will be the second Great Chief of the entire tribe after the Black Hand!

There was a surprise on the broad face of each orc.

Either Orgrim is the most ridiculous lunatic, or he's going to be the sharpest warrior the tribe has ever seen, not one of them!

"Come!" Orgrim slammed his chest, making a loud thud!

Kilrog didn't speak, and pulled out a long bone blade with a curved backhand, which was at least thirty centimeters long. In a flash of white light, the entire dagger had been inserted diagonally above the left collarbone, through Orgrim's thick wall-like muscles, and through the shoulder blade in the left rear.

The blood splashes are shocking!

"Whew-" Orgrim didn't even snort in pain, he just clenched his fists.

Grom Hell roared forward, expressionless, and stabbed Orgrim's right arm with a dagger, avoiding only the sinew and bones.

"Woo...... Ogrim snorted.

The Fireblade Clan Sword Saint Samuro followed, and a dagger pierced Orgrim's right thigh.

Then the fourth, the fifth...... The seventh warrior went up.

Each of them left a dagger on Orgrim's body.

At this moment, Orgrim had become a hedgehog, a hedgehog covered in blood.

"Who!?Who would like to prove their prowess with the life of Orgrim*'s Hammer of Doom?Who would want to get this [Hammer of Doom]!?"

Orgrim's roar like a bell resounded through the four fields.

Not too many orcs would be willing to kill an orc who might be suspicious of dishonor, unless they could get real real benefit from him, and Orgrim did.

Not many orcs can resist the temptation of the Hammer of Doom, especially after Orgrim has killed no less than 500 warriors of all races with it.

Ogre, monitor lizard, earthwalker, and human legionnaire, Orgrim indirectly proved the power of this hammer with his illustrious achievements.

Suddenly, a flag was dropped in the middle of the field.

"I, Gjallar of the Broken Sand Clan, stake my reputation to fight you!"

Orgrim was a little disappointed to see this opponent who was more than a head taller than himself, the chief of a small clan of only a few hundred people, but as a traitor suspect, he really couldn't ask for more.

In the sky, cirrus clouds stirred.

On the earth, the trumpet sounded.

Whether it's Makgoras or Baglash, there's nothing like the most orc, bloodiest, and most passionate duel that catches the eye of orcs.

Only the strong who dare to face life and death will be recognized by the martial orcs. Only this most primitive and unfettered fight can truly clear Ogrim's suspicion.

"Come!" Orgrim shouted, and the little chieftain across from him, Gara, rushed over.

"Bang, bang!!" The solid earth was filled with the sound of Gara's heavy footsteps.

The momentum of Gala's rush gives people the illusion that the mountains are collapsing.

"Die—" Gjallar grinned and slashed out a massive machete.

It was enough power to cut Orgrim in two. But once again, a hint of disappointment flashed in Orgrim's piercing eyes.

Weak!

It's too weak!

Whether it's strength, speed, or skill, Ogrim is extremely disappointed.

For some reason, he thought of the human Anduin Lothar who killed the black hand that day, obviously with the upper hand in speed and strength, Lothar insisted on using his perfect unloading skills and wonderful pace to fight the Great Chieftain on an equal footing.

Looking at such an opponent, Ogrim was not willing to wait even a second longer.

To outsiders, he had fallen from the heavy Hammer of Destruction. Only the knowledgeable could see that he didn't take Gjallar seriously at all.

Just as he was about to fall, Orgrim used his intact left leg to suddenly exert force, and rushed into Gjallar's arms with an arrow, and hit the enemy's knife-wielding wrist with a punch in the air, and the next second, both hands suddenly clapped their hands.

The entire head of Gjallar, which was located in the palm of his hand, was smashed in an instant. It's like a watermelon smashed with a hammer......

Orgrim looked up to the sky and shouted, "Next!" (To be continued.) )