Stormwind God

Especially when Orgrim revealed his magical skills with empty hands and white blades, the trolls clearly recognized Orgrim's strong status. You know, he is not a novice, the same stabbing, stabbed two-digit dwarves and humans.

"What do you want from our leader? I don't think our leader's meat is better than ours, hehe hehe." Orgrim speaks the common language of humans, as do trolls. Although the accents of both sides are guài scary, this does not hinder each other's communication. Especially after noticing that each other has a common human-loving head on the loot, the hostility on both sides has diminished a lot.

"We are orcs, the Blackrock clan from the tribe."

"Troll, forest troll, Amani clan." The troll was surprised that the orc didn't know the race of the troll: "Well, let's say, what do you want to see our leader?"

"I want to talk to him, for our common enemy." Orgrim emphasized the second half of the sentence with an emphasis.

The tribe's disadvantages at sea cost the tribe a heavy price. Orgrim was not a black-handed person. He had begun to realize that whether humans, dwarves, or elves caused more or more trouble for orcs.

To conquer the world, the orcs meant defeating the coalition forces of three powerful races. This is definitely not an easy task for an orc who has already been greatly injured.

Now that the tribe has accommodated ogres and dead knights who were humans before, why can't they accommodate trolls? Not to mention that almost the same green skin makes each other have the initial common ground.

However, diplomacy or whatever has never been talked about.

All diplomacy is based on force.

Although Orgrim has been very restrained, keeping his warhammer a full meter away from his hand to show that he is not malicious, but another troll obviously has a different idea than the troll just now.

"We never negotiate with our meal."

Delicious meal? Do these guys treat us orcs as good food?

Orgrim sneered.

The guy shot, a powerful throwing spear.

This root seemed to break the long-range slam of the whole atmosphere, with the unexpected swiftness of most orcs.

Simple and straightforward.

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

The spear at the previous moment was just a small black spot in the horizon. The next moment it had occupied Orgrim's entire vision. If it continues like this, the spear will undoubtedly open a scoop of the chief of the tribe chief like a rotten watermelon, of course, provided that it has Orgray, the name of the blasting day Um, standing like a fool.

He didn't even dodge, and Orgrim picked up his warhammer. [Death Hammer], which seemed to be a very heavy weapon, was as light as a dagger in front of Orgrim's powerful arm.

In a blink of an eye, the huge square-headed black warhammer has blown a gust of wind, and the wielding warhammer is like a baseball bat bombing a baseball. Rem actually banged the troll's spear back, and the broken spear broke through the troll's knees firmly.

The guy blew a terrible howl and hugged his shot leg tightly.

"Drink" Orgrim shouted a loud roar.

The huge roar horrified the surrounding leaves to whistle with Orgrim as the center.

The other trolls were shocked by Orgrim's roar, and they stopped their attacks that they should have done to save their companions. Orgrim would certainly not give the guy who dared to offend the chief of the tribe beg for mercy.

He needs a prestige.

The guy who hit him in front of his hammer must die!

A swaying jump, Orgrim leaped forward, spanning a distance of five meters, and came to the guy who fell to the ground like a god.

[Hammer of Destruction] With Orgrim's provoked anger, with unparalleled power, slammed into that guy's head fiercely.

"puff!"

For the first time, the troll's skull turned into a rotten watermelon. This is not the end. The next half-second, from the collarbone, the scapula to the disc bone, the leg bone ... all the bones and flesh within the destruction range of [Death Hammer] were knocked and smashed.

A troll more than two and thirty meters high turned into a pate of meat that his mother couldn't recognize.

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

Word of request, tone of command.

Orgrim shouted, turning the most powerful coercion on several other guys while turning. And these trolls have not recovered from this **** and brutal counter-kill.

They shuddered.

"Take me to him, or I'll kill all the guys who don't want to do this, and then I'll look for the trolls who would take me."

[Destruction Hammer] Raised high, with the orc cheers as the background, matched with the blood dripping from this black stone hammerhead, plus faded hair and those broken bones, Only the trolls lost their courage to challenge Orgrim.

Bà, Orgrim's side-effect, played a role, all the trolls took a step back, they pinned their spears to their backs, and spread their hands to show that they were not hostile. Then they came out of a troll wearing a bone necklace around their necks.

"You want to talk to Zukin?"

"If Zukin is the name or title of your leader, then yes." Orgrim nodded.

"You will see him."

"We will wait here." Doomhammer calmly announced to the troll and his men.

An hour later, without any warning, a huge and quiet stride emerged from the woods, taking that troll and three other powerful trolls who were extremely capable at a glance.

"If you want to see Zujin, then I am." Zujin is much taller and more capable than other trolls.

He is wearing an open leather vest. A thick scarf was wrapped around his neck, covering the area under his face and nose, and the exposed part gave a vicious impression. Because close enough, Orgrim suddenly realized that the troll's skin was all moss!

What a weird race.

"Do you want our forest? Or do you want to fight for those mean humans and elves? If you came to fight the war, then I received the war." Zu Jin's hand touched his waist, there Hanging two axes.

"No, on the contrary, we have a common enemy." Orgrim grinned, and his shaking fangs made Zugin a little uncomfortable. (To be continued.)

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