The sound in the crowd thought that it had long been the peak, who would have thought that after Orgrim's words, behind the peak that was thought to be unsurpassable, it seemed that a higher heavenly mountain appeared out of thin air in the clouds. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The sound of waves swirled in the sky a hundred times and thousands of times, and the entire tribal camp and even the entire land were violently shaken.

What a heroism this is!

Life is not endless, blood is endless!

Once upon a time, no one was optimistic about Ogrim, optimistic about the deputy of this black hand. But now every orc has changed. With a strong admiration, no, this is no longer admiration, this is worship.

"Orgrim-Orgrim-" The roar of thousands of orcs in the audience stirred the emotions of all the orcs in the entire tribal camp.

Although the orcs in the distance could not see what was happening, they could hear the voice of their own leader and know that perhaps, a new Great Chief was about to be born.

Canard pounced.

Orgrim despised Canard on his lips, but he put 120,000 points of energy into his heart.

None of the guys from the Broken Palm Clan are easy to mess with.

The Shattered Palm Clan originated from orcs who were imprisoned by ogres to serve as gladiators in a huge, rough, and sturdy amphitheater. Fighting every day, amusing ogres and the 'higher races' is the only reason for the existence of these orc gladiators.

The ogre promised freedom if any orc slave killed a hundred orcs in the arena, and Canard's brother, Kargas* Blade Fist, did.

However, what the ogre gave to Calgas was not freedom, but the fate of being imprisoned in a dungeon that never dawned until he died. Imprisoned in the dungeon, his left hand was handcuffed to the post of the prison with steel handcuffs, and he chose to destroy his left hand in order to break free from the handcuffs.

Kargas leads the orc slaves who, like himself, choose to abandon their left hand and replace them with sharp fists, fight like the Spartacus slaves before Duke crossed against the ancient Roman Empire. They killed the ogres who enslaved them, and Kargas carried the head of the ogre leader, announcing the formation of a new clan. A clan that yearns for freedom and fights for it - the Broken Palm Clan.

Therefore, each of the orcs of this group of Broken Palm Clans is a super elite who has fought their way out of the sea of blood in the corpse mountain.

With just one charge, Orgrim realized that this wasn't an opponent he could finish off unscathed.

Ogrim's eyes caught a glimpse of several famous chieftains or heroes who had been watching around him with cold eyes: Grom Hellroar, Kilrog Deatheye, Samuro......

Orgrim wasn't sure if the best of the tribes had any intention of making a move. But he had to prepare for the worst.

It's a must!

Canard also carried a war hammer in his right hand, not as large as the Hammer of Doom, only a little smaller, but Orgrim did not dare to underestimate it.

With the same hammer blow, Canard's movements show a sense of solidity that has been tempered for thousands of years.

Stepping forward, raising his left arm, rounding his right arm, he exerted his force suddenly, and at first glance he did not feel the slightest surprise, only the warriors who had fought countless battles would have noticed that Canard did not have any superfluous movements.

Whether it is angle, strength, and speed, it is exquisite, and it leaves room for all of Orgrim's counterattacks.

With no choice, Orgrim also straightened the hammer and fought it against Canard's.

"Bang-" The clanging sound of the two largest hammers clashing almost shattered the eardrums of the orcs watching the battle.

The humming of metal made most of the orcs have to cover their ears.

Unexpectedly, Canard slammed away the sledgehammer in his hand, and he stabbed out his left hand. The left arm is his killer move, and after pulling the distance, the scimitar blade is the same length as the human arm, and it has unexpected flexibility.

Orgrim's Hammer of Doom is sharp, but a hammer of this size is never a good weapon for defense.

In the next moment, the scimitar unique to the Shattered Palm Clan was about to stab Orgrim in the chest.

At this moment, a giant hand the size of a pu fan blocked the front of the scimitar......

"Poof!"

Blood-glittering.

The sharp blade easily pierced through Ogrim's left palm and stabbed into the muscles in his chest, but it could not penetrate the deadliest part of the heart, because Ogrim's left palm slammed into the bottom of the scimitar's arm as the palm was pierced.

"Got you. Ogrim's voice had an indescribable coldness.

Canard tried to withdraw, but the giant hand grabbed his arm.

With the two sides so close, it's just a joke to use a sledgehammer or something. There is no distance to exert that force at all.

It's too close!

Orgrim had a more direct solution, just like Canad's right hand, it turned out that he also threw away his [Hammer of Destruction] almost in no order, and his right hand turned his fingers into a cone and plunged straight into Canard's throat.

"Ahem—" Canard's muffled voice in his throat was his last voice in the world.

In the next moment, Orgrim turned his finger into a hook and slashed Kanard's entire throat.

Simple! Violence!

Full of savage aesthetics!

This is the favorite of the orcs, this is the worship of the orcs!

"Oooo

Withdrawing his left hand from the scimitar, he kicked Kanard away as he was about to lose his life and become a corpse.

Orgrim raised his fists high and let out a seventh grandiose and shocking roar.

"Who?

Orgrim set his eyes on the faces of the best beings in the tribe—Grom, Kilrog, Samuro...... In the midst of his scarred moment, O'Graham dared to say that he would not have more than a fifty percent chance of winning against any of them.

But he couldn't hold back, and he wouldn't back down!

This is not only because of his life, his glory, but also because he feels that he is shouldering the last entrustment of his dear friend Durotan, and shouldering the heavy responsibility of leading the tribe to fight their way out in this strange and unfriendly world.

In addition to the excitement in his eyes, there was a clear one!

Ogrim's god-like gaze swept over the faces of the strong men in the tribe one by one.

There is no provocation, what he sees, only obedience.

A strong man bowed his head.

The two strong men bowed their heads.

Three......

Ten!

When Ogrim sees Samuro's face, Samuro punches him in the chest, which is the etiquette for meeting the Grand Chief.

Kilrog and Grom looked at each other.

Kilrog: "My 'Dead Eye' sees that Orgrim doesn't deserve to die here, and I'm not going to pay for my life for an irreversible fate." With that, Kilrog saluted as well.

Grom: "I'm happy with my position as Warsong Clan Chief. "Then he saluted.

At this point, the second Great Chief of the Tribes was born! )