For some reason, Sinestra, who should have existed in the deepest part of the Twilight Fortress, was no longer there. From this point of view, it could be concluded that the Horde had finally won the war at a heavy price.
But Garrouch's actions had undoubtedly completely ignited the conflict between him and the other chiefs.
"No! Eitrigg is definitely not a traitor! Everyone saw that, it was Gugal's vicious skill! Are you saying that a Warrior profession can use [Shadow Arrow]? "Wo Jin roared, and he opened his arms fiercely.
"I didn't ask for your opinion! Trolls! "Garrouch said contemptuously.
"I agree with Dworkin! Eitrigg didn't want to attack us! " Dranos stood up, his burly figure even more oppressive than Dworkin's slightly thin figure.
Garrouch was not happy. He pointed his left hand at the tip of Dranos' nose, almost poking the Forgotten leader's nose. "Shut up! I don't need a dead man to influence my decision. It was I, Garrouch Hellscream, who led the Horde to win this war against the traitors! I am the only one who will be the victor of this war! Remember! Dead face! In the Horde, only the winner has the final say! "
After saying that, he fiercely slapped the strong pectoral muscles on his chest, making loud banging sounds.
Sparse cheers could be heard from the surroundings, but even more people were silent.
Garrusch's "I" deeply stung everyone present. Not only the tribal chiefs, but even many of the elite beastmen who were clustered around the periphery felt that the word was rather harsh.
Next to him, Cain, who was covered in blood from the battle just now, strode over regardless of the wounds on his body. The huge totem pole slammed into the ground, making a deafening noise and raising a lot of dust.
"Garrouch! What did you say? Are you saying that you are the only winner? Then what about the hundreds of thousands of soldiers sacrificed for this battle? Were those Orcs cannon fodder? Were more than half of our Tauren, Trolls, and Forsaken Warriors just stepping stones for your prestige? "
The Tauren Chief, who was as huge as a hill, stood in front of Garrouch, looking down at the Great Chief who was shorter than him.
Garrouch already hated the feeling of having to look up to someone. Unexpectedly, Kane was so angry that he sprayed saliva in Garrouche's face.
Any qualified leader with a bit of political sense would never say something like this. However, the reason why Garrus was called the 'Brainless Roar' by many alliances was because of his 5 IQ and his personality of speaking without thinking when he was angry.
Garrouch's first reaction after being spat on was to punch Kane in the bull's mouth.
It was a powerful, swift, and ruthless left hook.
Every tribe leader present saw that the old bull's slightly long face had been beaten until it was deformed. Even the muscles on the right side of his face had received a fierce blow to his gums. At least three of his teeth had been knocked out. His huge teeth flew out of his mouth along with the stench of blood.
The old bull was a bit stunned. Then, words that made him even angrier rang in his ears. It was Garrouche's terrifying declaration.
"Pay attention to your identity! Kane! You Taurens are just vassals of us Orcs. The tribe will always be decided by the Orcs — and I am the Great Chief of the Orcs! I am also the Great Chief of the tribe! Those who don't listen to the Great Chief's orders can die! "
Kane looked up and was shocked to see Garrouch making a throat-cutting gesture at him with his thick right thumb.
Long-term injustice!
Long-term suppressed anger!
The humiliation he had suffered during this period of time!
Everything was like a volcano that had been suppressed to the extreme and had to erupt. It erupted in Kane's heart.
If the Taurens were a race that Thrall had conquered in war, perhaps Kane would choose to lower his head.
But that wasn't the case!
The tribe used a integration system similar to the Alliance. In the tribe's declaration, the status of the various races was equal. Even though the Orcs in the tribe were numerous and powerful, allowing the Orcs to occupy an absolute ruling position, the tribe's declaration did state that other races could challenge the Great Chief's ruling authority.
At this moment, Kane could no longer care about anything else.
The Tauren Chief pulled out the flag on his back and threw it in front of Garrouche. "According to the tribe's tradition, I, Kane Bloodhoof, request to challenge you for the position of Great Chief. Come! If you really think you are the tribe's number one warrior, then accept my [Makgora]! "
Garrouche's face turned green and then red!
Suddenly, he roared and stomped on one of Kujar's heads.
"I've had enough! I've had enough! I've had enough of your complaints! I've had enough of your weakness! Why can't you weaklings obediently listen to the orders of the strong? Don't compare me to that weak fellow Thrall! He has already scrammed. Now, the Great Chief of the tribe is me — Garrouche Hellscream! "
Garrouche raised his bloody axe high. "I accept Kane's challenge! Who else wants to challenge me? Is it you? Is it you? Or is it you?! If you want to come, then come at me together! " As he spoke, the blade of his axe was first pointed at Kane, then at Wojin, then at Dranos, and finally at the Goblin Prince Galiwex.
Wojin was not as impulsive as Kane, but everyone could see that his protruding fangs were trembling with anger. "Garrouche, I don't want to fight with you. When you and Kane's Makgora are over, I will make my decision! "
Wojin clenched his fists tightly.
Anyone with a brain knew that unless Garrouche was completely defeated and Kane replaced him as the new Great Chief, it would mean that the tribe … would split!
A week later, at the South Gate of Orgrimmar, which was opposite the main gate. It was a huge pit with a diameter of more than a kilometer formed due to the cataclysm. Tens of thousands of tribal warriors formed a huge circle, and at the bottom of the pit were the challengers and the challenged of Makgora.
Kane was the first to shout, "Garrouche! I will defeat you! Under your leadership, the tribe will surely be destroyed! "
"Ow ow ow —"
Garrouch brandished his sharp axe. First, he roared at the sky, showing everyone his amazing lung capacity. The wild and primitive roar even suppressed the sound waves of tens of thousands of people for a moment.
Then, the young Orcs from Nagrand burst into even more enthusiastic cheers.
This was their idol, the strong Orc that they dreamed of, the role model. No matter what, the one who could lead them to victory was a great hero!
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