Just as Duke arrives in the town of Nanhai and is about to leave to visit the Barov family, a super event happens on the tribe's side. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Trial!

"Traitor—"

"Orgrim - a disgrace to you orc-"

"Hey the wolf, hey the wolf, hey the wolf!"

The noise filled the entire tribal camp.

The eyes of every tribal warrior were bloodshot with anger, and their necks seemed to be stuffed with two ****s, thick red and red. They opened their fanged mouths wide and let out a hoarse roar.

In the center of the entire hall was Ogrim, on his knees, a traitor in the eyes of the orcs, once the deputy of the Great Chief.

The sound of the trumpets that summoned the chiefs was still whining, and the silent sound of the trumpets seemed to be wailing for the unexpected death of the Great Chief, and as if to awaken the anger in the hearts of the orcs.

Countless stones, large and small, were thrown at Orgrim, who was kneeling on the ground.

The stones, the largest of which were the size of a human fist, were not fatal when they were smashed into Orgrim's face, but they were painful.

However, the pain in the body still cannot surpass the pain in the heart.

It was the heartache of 100,000 elites who had been burned into the fire, it was the grief of the unknown fate of the orcs, and it was the grief of knowing that once Gul'dan returned, he would lead the orcs to destruction.

Ogrim's mental world still replays the scene of that day.

The voice and smile of my friend Durotan still echoed in my mind:

On that day, Durotan came.

He told Doomhammer everything he knew - the pact with the Demon Lord, the filthy nature of Gul'dan's power, and the betrayal of the clan under the control of the Shadow Council.

And the final, humiliating end that awaits the orcs is the demon they will be thrown to the Burning Legion as bait.

Orgrim listened, trying to keep his broad face aloof, so that his momentum and posture were in line with the status of the Grand Chief's deputy.

However, in his thick chest, his heart beat violently, as if his famous Hammer of Doom was beating against human flesh.

Are these true?

It's like the nonsense of a fool who was ruined by the unknown energy of the void when he passed through the dark gate.

Demon?Dark Pact?

Are you kidding!

However, this is what Durotan said.

Durotan was not only one of the wisest, bravest, and most honorable chieftains of the tribe. He was also an old friend whom Orgrim trusted more than once with his life, and he repaid Ogrim's trust with his greatness, courage, and integrity more than once.

If that came out of any other orc, Orgrim would have taught him how to be a man with a hammer. If it was Durotan who said this, then Orgrim's answer was - credible!

And, in the time that followed, Durotan paid with his life for his integrity and loyalty to the tribe. Both he and his wife Drakar have been assassinated by the Shadow Council!

Whenever he recalled this scene, Orgrim's hands couldn't help but tremble.

Orgrim couldn't help but ask himself, "Am I going to die, am I going to die like this as a traitor? No-I still have a lot of things to do! If I die like this, then Gul'dan will have no one to control, and this true traitor to the orcs will lead the whole tribe into the abyss of death, and shamelessly sell all the souls of the orcs to the devil!"

Thinking of this, Orgrim let out an earth-shattering roar.

"I-no-yes-traitor-"

Orgrim's voice was so loud that the roar was like thunder, and it suddenly overwhelmed the noise of the thousands of orcs present. Every orc's face stiffened, and their roar was suppressed in their throats, unable to come out.

"You are not a traitor, so who is a traitor?" a deep voice sounded, but this voice revealed an impersonal coldness, as if to imply the moodiness of its master.

Kilrog* Deadeye, the chief of the Blood Ring Clan, because of the unexpected death of the Great Chief, he had to temporarily hand over the army to his lieutenant, and he himself rushed back with his own guards.

Today, when the Blackstone Clan has suffered heavy losses, the Blood Ring Clan's voice has undoubtedly increased greatly, and among the chiefs of the dozens of clans on the scene, his authority can be ranked in the top three.

Orgrim stood up, unafraid to meet the remaining one-eye of Kilrog.

For a moment, Orgrim was almost able to speak, and he almost uttered the words, 'Gul'dan is a traitor.' It was then that a Duke's face with a mysterious smile burst into Orgrim's mind.

Duke Marcus - the most powerful mage on the human side, the most cunning wise man, is the one who dominates it all, the one who put 100,000 orcs to death, the one who killed the black hand of the Great Chief.

Without him, maybe the orcs would have put some effort, but there would never have been such a crushing victory.

Orgrim also has a clearer understanding: the only one who can deal with the existence of the mysterious realm is Guldan, who is also a mystery!

Neither he nor the other chiefs of the tribe could do anything about Duke.

Thinking of this, Orgrim swallowed his words hard, and turned to laugh wildly.

"Haha

Orgrim's retort stunned the chiefs and thousands of surrounding leaders, large and small.

Orgrim pointed out that the arsonist was Duke, and that was not wrong at all.

Grom Hell roared and strode forward, "How do you explain that there is more than one orc alive in the vicinity who accused the Great Chief of calling you a traitor before he died, and why would your men attack the Great Chief's guard?"

"Don't you think it's familiar to suddenly go crazy and attack your own people?"

I have to say that Ogrim also has the talent of an actor.

Yes, this scene is really familiar, it is the scene of the orc warlock using the fear spell on the human soldier.

"You said Gul'dan betrayed!?" Grom frowned.

"I didn't say that. But as you may have noticed, human tactics and equipment are always improving. Then it's not impossible for them to gain the power of a warlock!"

The orc chieftains pondered.

At this point, Kilrog*Deadeye stood in front of Orgrim again: "My 'Deadeye' tells me that you don't deserve to die here as a traitor. I also know that you are one of the wisest warriors among the orcs, and that you also have ambitions for the position of Grand Chief. I can give you a chance to prove yourself, as long as you participate in 'Baghlash'!"

Ogrim's heart pounded, almost out of his chest. (To be continued.) )