Stormwind God

Even Duke didn't know it, because he pitted Orgrim hard, causing Orgrim to induce a ritual Bagrash that has never appeared in any 'history'.

It was a ritual to prove the reputation of the orcs who were suspected of being traitors.

The ceremony was simple and violent and bloody.

That is, under the witness of at least one hundred orc warriors, seven recognized warriors would put seven daggers on the participants of the ceremony. A dagger cannot be inserted into a fatal wound, it cannot hurt its muscles and bones, and it cannot hurt its internal organs.

Participants then battled against a recognized warrior, usually a sheikh, with seven daggers in their bodies.

Only when the participant wins in the duel will he be deemed to be a suspect and his reputation will be restored.

No one knows why Kilrogg offered to ask Orgrim to join Bagram. If he had to impose a reason on Kilrogg, it would be his ‘dead eye’ who would never see anything again.

Kilrogg was born in the Blood Ring clan of Draenor. When his clan was about to be destroyed by the Ravens, Kilrogg was reluctant to bow his head and give in. Under the arrangement of his wounded father, he followed the ancient tradition of the clan: finding the hidden secret room named after his clan name, and launching a terrible ritual of sacrificing his left eye in exchange for seeing his future destiny.

During the ceremony, Kilrogg foresaw that his death was far away, so he knew he would survive the disaster. Encouraged by fate, he seized control of the clan, and led the blood ring clan to crush the threat of the crow, and then won in countless battles.

In the years that followed, he began to kill any dissident, and even his close relatives could not escape the crime of death, always looking forward to his destiny to come to him step by step.

The orcs are mostly superstitious despite their arrogance. At the moment when there is no shaman in the tribal camp, Kilrogg's "dead eye" becomes quite convincing.

No hesitation, Grom * Hellscream and noble fighters like Samuro agreed with Kilrogg.

"Orgrim * Hammer of Destruction! Will you accept [Bagram] in order to prove your innocence?" Kilrogg's voice was indifferent, and he also had a certain sense of oppression, which was a corpse. The horror that only the warriors who walked out of the mountains and blood can have.

He is old, but no one can deny that he is still one of the strongest fighters in the tribe.

"I accept!" Orgrim stood among the doubtful eyes of countless orcs: "I not only accepted, I also demanded that when accepting [Bagram], [Makgora] be opened at the same time!"

"His" countless orcs took a breath.

This meant that Orgrim had to be challenged by at least seven chief warriors in one breath while being stabbed with seven swords, and he couldn't stop until no one was challenged.

Of course, if Orgrim succeeds, he will be the second chief of the entire tribe after the black hand!

Every orc's wide face had unbelievable surprise.

Either Orgrim is the most ridiculous lunatic, or he will be the sharpest warrior in the history of the tribe, none of them!

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

Kilrogg didn't say a word, and pulled a crooked long bone blade backhand. This bone dagger was at least thirty centimeters long. With a flash of white light, the entire dagger had been inserted obliquely from above the left clavicle, through Orgrim's thick wall-like muscles, and pierced from above the left shoulder blade.

Blood flowers splash, shocking!

"Huh" Orgrim didn't even groan, he just clenched his fists.

Grom * Hellscream came forward, expressionless, and straightened Orgrim's right arm with a dagger, only avoiding tendons and bones.

"Woo ..." Orgrim murmured.

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

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

Everyone left a dagger on Orgrim.

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

"Who !? Who wants to prove his bravery with the life of Orgrim * Doomhammer? Who would like to get this Doomhammer upright !?"

Orgrim roared like a bell, ringing through the wild.

Not too many orcs are willing to kill an orc who may be suspected of disgrace, unless he can get real benefits from him in the true sense, as Orgrim does.

Not many orcs can resist the temptation of Doomhammer! Especially after Orgrim used it to kill no less than 500 warriors of all races.

Ogre, the dragon, the dragon, the head of the human legion, Orgrim used his remarkable record to indirectly prove the power of this hammer.

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

"Galal, my shattered clan, bet on my reputation to fight you!"

Seeing this opponent who was more than one head taller than himself, Orgrim was a bit disappointed. This was a chief of a small clan with only a few hundred people, but as a suspect of a traitor, he could not really ask for more.

In the sky, cirrus clouds surged.

On the ground, the trumpet sounded.

[Marco Gola] Yeah, [Baglash], nothing compares to the most orc, the bloodiest, the most passionate showdown can attract the orcs.

Only the strong who dare to face life and death will be recognized by the martial orcs. Only with this most primitive and unscrupulous slaughter can the true suspicion of Orgrim be truly washed away.

"Come!" Orgrim yelled, and the little chief Gala rushed across.

"Eh! Hh! Hh!" The solid ground was full of Gala's heavy footsteps.

The momentum that Galla rushed over gave people the illusion of a mountain collapse.

"Go to death" Galal grinned and cracked a huge machete.

That was enough power to sever Orgrim. But Orgrim's sharp eyes flashed disappointment again.

weak!

too weak!

Whether it was strength, speed, or skill, Orgrim was extremely disappointed.

Somehow, he thought of the human Anduin Lothar who killed the black hand that day. Obviously, both speed and power were at a disadvantage. Lothar simply used his perfect power-removal skills and wonderful steps to equalize the chief. .

Looking at such an opponent, Orgrim was unwilling to wait an extra second.

In the eyes of outsiders, he missed and dropped the heavy Doomhammer. Only a knowledgeable person could tell that he didn't look at Galar at all.

At the moment when he was about to fall, Orgrim suddenly used his intact left leg to make a sudden force, rushed into Galar's arms, and punched the sky fist on the enemy's knife-armed wrist just right. The next second, his hands suddenly clapped.

Galar, who was in the palm of his hand, was suddenly photographed with his entire skull. It's like a watermelon smashed by a hammer ...

Orgrim shouted: "Next!" (To be continued.)