Especially when Orgrim showed his skill of entering the white blade empty-handed, it was obvious that the trolls recognized Orgrim's status as a powerhouse. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info you know, he is not a novice, the same stab, stabbed to death double digits of dwarves and humans.

"What do you want from our chief, I don't think our chief's meat is better than ours, hehehe. "Orgrim speaks the lingua franca of humanity, and so do trolls. Although the tone of both sides is weird and frightening, this does not prevent each other from communicating. Especially after noticing that they shared a common penchant for loot, the human head, the hostility between the two sides diminished considerably.

"We are orcs, from the tribe's Blackstone clan. ”

"Trolls, forest trolls, the Amani clan. The troll was surprised that the orcs didn't know about the troll race: "Okay, you say, what do you want to see our leader for?"

"I want to talk to him, for the sake of our common enemy. Orgrim emphasized the second half of the sentence in an emphatic tone.

The Horde's inferiority at sea cost the Horde dearly. Ogrim is not the kind of man with a black hand. He had come to realize that humans, dwarves, and elves were causing more and more trouble for orcs.

For orcs to conquer this world, they have to defeat the combined forces of three races, which are quite powerful. This is definitely not an easy task for the orcs who have already suffered a lot of vitality.

Since the tribe has accommodated ogres and the death knights who were formerly humans, why can't they accommodate trolls?

However, diplomacy is never about talking.

All diplomacy is based on force.

Although Orgrim had been very restrained, keeping his hammer a full meter away from his hand to show that he had no ill intentions, the other troll clearly had a different idea than the troll he had just had.

"We never negotiate with our meals. ”

Good food? These guys actually think of us orcs as good food?

Orgrim let out a sneer.

The guy shot, a powerful spear throw.

This long-range slam that seemed to break through the entire atmosphere had a speed that most orcs didn't expect.

Simple and straightforward.

The only characteristic is that it is fast, incredibly fast, and crazy fast.

The spear from the moment before was just a small black dot in the horizon. In the next moment, it had taken over Orgrim's entire field of vision. If it goes on like this, the spear will undoubtedly crack the head of the tribe's great chief like piercing a rotten watermelon, provided that Orgrim, who has the name of [Hammer of Destruction], stands in place like a fool.

Without even dodging, Orgrim picked up his own war hammer, and the [Hammer of Destruction], which obviously looked like a completely heavy weapon, was as light as a dagger in front of Orgrim's shockingly powerful arm.

In the blink of an eye, the huge square-headed black warhammer had already blown a gust of wind, and the wielding war hammer was like a baseball bat hitting a baseball, and it hit a perfect 'Grand Slam home run' - Ogrim, who was flying in his mouth, actually blasted the troll's spear back in turn, and the broken spear shaft pierced the troll's knee solidly.

The guy let out a howl that could not be called terribly, clutching his shot through the leg.

"Drink—" Orgrim let out a loud battle cry.

The huge roar caused the surrounding leaves to whizz around Orgrim.

The other trolls were shocked by Orgrim's roar, and they stopped their attack to save their companions. Orgrim certainly wouldn't give the guy who dared to offend the big chief of the tribe a chance to beg for mercy.

He needed a stand-up.

This guy who hit him in front of the hammer must die!

In a slash that shook the ground, Orgrim leaped forward, crossing a full five meters of distance, and came to the fallen creature like a god.

With Orgrim's anger at being provoked, and with unparalleled might, the Hammer of Doom slammed into the guy's head.

"Poof!"

The troll's skull turned into a rotten watermelon for the first time. This is not the end, the next half of the moment, from the collarbone, shoulder blade to pelvic bone, leg bone...... All bones and flesh within the [Hammer of Doom]'s damage range were smashed to pieces, and the flesh was splashed everywhere.

A troll over two meters and three zeros tall turned into a lump of meat sauce in an instant.

"I repeat, I want to see your leader!"

The words of the request, the tone of the command.

Orgrim roared, turning around and putting all the most powerful pressure on the other guys. And these trolls still haven't recovered from this bloody and brutal counter-killing.

They trembled.

"Take me to him, or I'll kill all the guys who won't do it, and then I'll go and find the trolls who will take me there. ”

The Hammer of Doom was held high against the backdrop of the orcs' cheers, the blood dripping from the black stone hammer, the faded hair, and the broken flesh and bones, and every remaining troll lost the courage to challenge Orgrim.

Orgrim's domineering side leak worked, and all the trolls stepped back in unison, pinning their spears to their backs and spreading their hands to show that they were not hostile. Then among them came a troll with a necklace of bones around his neck.

"Would you like to speak with Zukin?"

"If Zujin is your chief's name or title, yes. Orgrim nodded.

"You'll see him. ”

"We'll wait here. Doomhammer calmly announced to the trolls and his men.

An hour later, without warning, a shadow emerged from the trees with large, quiet steps, carrying the troll and three other powerful trolls who were incomparably capable at first glance.

"If you'd like to see Zukin, then I am. "Zujin is far taller and more capable than the other trolls.

He wears an open leather vest. A thick scarf was wrapped around his neck, covering the area under his nose on his face, and the exposed part gave a malevolent impression. Because he was close enough, Orgrim noticed that the trolls' skin was moss!

What a quirky race.

"Do you want our forests, or do you want to fight us for the sake of the despicable humans and elves? Zugin's hand reached to his waist, where two axes were dangling.

"No, quite the opposite, we have a common enemy. Orgrim grinned, his wagging fangs making Zujin a little uncomfortable. (To be continued.) )