The sounds in the crowd thought they had been the peak, but who had thought that after Orgrim's words, behind the peak that he thought was insurmountable, it seemed that another higher mountain of sky appeared in the clouds and mist out of thin air.

The sound waves turned around in the sky for hundreds of times, and the entire tribal camp and even the entire earth were shaking violently.

What a heroic spirit this is!

Life never stops, bloody battles never stop!

Once upon a time, no one was optimistic about Orgrim, the black hand's deputy. But now every orc has changed. With a strong admiration that cannot be dissolved, no, this is no longer admiration, this is worship.

"Orgrim Orgrim" The roars of thousands of orcs in the audience drove the emotions of all orcs in the entire tribe camp.

Although the orcs in the distance couldn't see what was going on, they knew that when they heard the sounds made by their heads, perhaps a new chief was about to be born.

Canard swept over.

Orgrim despised Canard in his mouth, but he devoted 120,000 yuan of energy to his heart.

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

The Palm Clan first came from orcs enslaved by ogres. These orcs were imprisoned by ogres in a huge, rough and extremely strong circular arena. They fought non-stop every day to enjoy ogres and a group of "higher races". This is the only meaning of existence of these orc gladiators.

The ogre promised that as long as any orc slave killed one hundred orcs in the arena, he would gain freedom, and Karnard's brother Kagas Blade Fist did it.

However, the ogre gave Kagas not freedom, but the fate of being imprisoned in the dungeon that never had a day and a sunset until death. Kagas was imprisoned in the dungeon, and his left hand was fixed on the prison pillar by steel handcuffs. In order to break free from the handcuffs, Kagas chose to destroy his left hand.

Kagas led the orc slaves who chose to give up their left hand and replaced them with sharp fist blades, fighting like the Spartacus slaves who had crossed Duke before he fought against the ancient Roman Empire. They killed the ogres who enslaved them, and Kagas carried the head of the ogre leader and declared that a new clan had formed. A clan that yearned for freedom and fought for it.

Therefore, each of these orcs from the Broken Palm Clan is a super elite who has made a bloody path in the sea of ​​corpses and blood.

With just one charge, Orgrim realized that this was not an opponent he could solve without any harm.

Orgrim's eyes glimpsed at several famous chiefs or heroes who had been watching coldly around him: Grom* Hellscream, Kilrogue's eyes fucked, Samuro...

Orgrim could not be sure whether the top strong men in these tribes had plans to take action. But he had to make the worst plans for this.

We must fight quickly!

Canard also held a warhammer in his right hand, not as huge as the [Hammer of Destruction], and was only a little smaller, but Orgrim dared not underestimate it.

With the same hammer, Canard's movements showed a sense of solidity that was tempered and refined.

He stepped on his left arm, raised his right arm, and put out his force suddenly. At first glance, he didn't feel surprised. Only countless warriors who had fought would find that Karnard had no unnecessary movements.

No matter the angle, strength, and speed, it is exquisite, and it leaves room for changes in all counterattacks by Orgrim.

Without a choice, Orgrim also swung the hammer straight and fought against Canard's hammer.

"Cang" The clanging sound of the two largest heavy hammers fighting almost broke the ear drums of the orcs watching the battle around them.

The buzzing sound of metal forced most orcs to cover their ears.

No one expected that Canard would suddenly discard the sledgehammer in his hand and stab him out his left hand. His left arm was his killer move. After pulling in the distance, the sharp blade of the scimitar, which was as long as the human arm, had unexpected flexibility.

Orgrim's [Hammer of Destruction] is sharp, but such a large hammer has never been a good weapon for defense.

In the next moment, the unique scimitar of the Broken Palm clan was about to pierce Orgrim's chest.

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

"puff!"

Blood shines everywhere.

The sharp blade easily penetrated Orgrim's left hand palm and stabbed the muscles in his chest, but it could not penetrate the deadliest part of the heart, because Orgrim's left palm suddenly grabbed and held the bottom arm of the scimitar tightly when the palm was penetrated.

"Catch you." Orgrim's voice had an indescribable coldness.

Canard wanted to retreat, but the giant hand held his arm tightly.

When both sides are so close, using a sledgehammer or something is just a joke. There is no distance to exert force at all.

Too close!

Orgrim had a more direct solution. Just now, just like Canard's right hand, it turned out that he threw away his [Hammer of Destruction] almost indiscriminately, turned his finger into a cone, and penetrated directly into Canard's throat.

"Cough" the vague sound in Canard's throat was his last voice in this world.

The next moment, Orgrim turned his fingers into hooks and shattered Karnard's entire throat.

Simple! Violent!

Full of barbaric aesthetics!

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

"Oh oh oh" the boiling sound rolled into the sky, as if it had spanned countless light years, and reached the planet Draenor.

Retreat your left hand from the scimitar and kick away Karnard, who is about to lose his life and become a corpse.

Orgrim raised his fists and let out his seventh grand and shocking roar.

"Who? Who else!?"

Orgrim turned his attention to the top faces of the tribe Grom, Kilrog, Samuro... At the scarred moment, Orgrim dared to say that he would not have more than 50% chance of winning against any of them.

But he could not retreat, nor would he retreat!

This is not only because of his life, but also because he consciously shoulders the final instructions of his best friend Durotan and the important task of leading the tribe to make a way out in this strange and unfriendly world.

In addition to being excited, his eyes were clear!

Orgrim's eyes, as if he was like a god, swept over the faces of the powerful men in the tribe one by one.

There was no provocation, and all he saw was obedience.

A strong man lowered his head.

The two strong men lowered their heads.

Three...

Ten!

When Orgrim saw Samuro's face, Samuro punched his chest alone, which was the etiquette of meeting the chief.

Kilrog and Grom looked at each other.

Kilrog: "My 'dead eyes' saw that Orgrim shouldn't die here. I would not lose my life for an irreversible fate." After that, Kilrog bowed the same way.

Grom: "I am very satisfied with my position as chief of the War Song clan." After that, he followed.
Chapter completed!