Just as Duque arrived at Southshore and was about to visit the Barov Family, something huge happened in the tribe.
Judgement!
"Traitor!"
"Orgrim! You disgrace to the Beastmen!"
"Hey, wolf! Hey, wolf! Hey, wolf! "
The clamor filled the entire camp.
Every tribal warrior's eyes were bloodshot because of anger. Their necks seemed to be stuffed with two dicks, thick and red. They opened their mouths full of fangs and roared at the top of their lungs.
At the center of the hall was Orgrim, who was kneeling on both knees. He was once the assistant of the Great Chief, but now he was a traitor in the eyes of the Beastmen.
The horn that was used to summon the Great Chief was still sounding. It sounded as though it was mourning the death of the Great Chief, but it also seemed like it was trying to awaken the anger in the Beastmen's hearts.
Countless pebbles of all sizes were thrown at Orgrim who was kneeling on the ground.
These stones were the size of a human fist, and when they hit Orgrim's face, they were not fatal, but they were painful.
However, the physical pain could not surpass the pain in his heart.
It was the pain of losing a hundred thousand elites. It was the pain of the unknown fate of the Beastmen. It was the pain of knowing that Gul 'dan would lead the Beastmen to destruction once he returned.
Orgrim's mind was still replaying the scene of that day.
His good friend Durotan's smile was still echoing in his mind.
That day, Durotan came.
He told the Hammer of Destruction everything he knew — the contract with the Demon Lord, the origin of Gul 'dan's power, and the betrayal of the clans under the control of the Shadow Council.
The final and humiliating end that awaited the Beastmen was that they would be thrown as bait to the demons of the Burning Legion.
As Orgrim listened, he tried his best to keep his wide face cold, making his aura and posture befitting of the assistant of the Great Chief.
However, in his thick chest, his heart was beating violently, as though his famous [Hammer of Destruction] was beating on human flesh.
Was this true?
This sounded like a story spouted by an idiot who went through the Dark Portal and was messed up by the unknown energy in the Void.
Demons? Dark Contract?
What a joke!
However, this was what Durotan had said.
Durotan was not only the smartest, bravest, and most honorable chief of the tribe. He was also an old friend that Orgrim had trusted with his life more than once, and he had repaid Orgrim's trust with his greatness, courage, and integrity more than once.
If these words were spoken by any other Orc, Orgrim would definitely teach them a lesson with his hammer. If the one who said this was Durotan, then Orgrim's answer would be — trustworthy!
In the following days, Durotan paid the price for his integrity and loyalty to the tribe with his life. He and his wife, Draka, had been assassinated by the Shadow Council!
Whenever he recalled this scene, Orgrim's steady hands would tremble uncontrollably.
Orgrim couldn't help but ask himself, Am I going to die? Should I die in such a cowardly manner as a traitor? No — there's a lot I haven't done yet! If I die like this, then no one will be able to control Gul 'dan. This true traitor will lead the entire tribe into the abyss of death and shamelessly sell the souls of all Orcs to the demons!
Thinking of this, Orgrim suddenly let out an earth-shattering roar.
"I — AM — NOT — A — TRAITOR —"
Orgrim's voice was so loud that it was like a clap of thunder. It actually suppressed the clamor of the thousands of Orcs present. Every Orc's face froze. Their roars were suppressed into their throats, unable to come out.
"If you're not a traitor, then who is?" A deep voice rang out. This voice had an inhuman coldness to it, as though the owner of this voice was temperamental.
Kilrogg Deadeye, the chief of the Bloodloop tribe. Due to the unexpected death of the chief, he had no choice but to temporarily hand over the army to his deputy and lead his personal guards back.
With the Blackrock tribe suffering heavy losses, the authority of the Bloodloop tribe had undoubtedly increased. Among the chiefs of the dozens of tribes present, his authority could be ranked in the top three.
Orgrim stood up proudly and fearlessly looked Kilrogg's remaining eye in the eye.
For a moment, Orgrim's words were on the tip of his tongue. He almost said 'Gul' dan is a traitor '. But at this moment, Duque's face, which always had a mysterious smile on it, appeared in Orgrim's mind.
Duke Marcus — the most powerful human mage, the most cunning strategist. He was the one who orchestrated all of this. He was the one who put the 100,000 Orcs to death. He was the one who killed the chief.
If not for him, perhaps the Orcs would have had to put in more effort, but they definitely wouldn't have won such a pyrrhic victory.
Orgrim also had an even clearer understanding: The only person who could deal with the existence of the Mystical realm was Gul 'dan, who was also a Mystical!
Whether it was him or the other chiefs, they couldn't do anything to Duque.
Thinking of this, Orgrim forcefully swallowed his words and instead let out a maniacal laugh.
"Hahahaha! Hahahaha! Kilrogg, you make me feel like a joke! Why do you think I'm a traitor who killed 100,000 of my own people for the sake of the humans? Why would you rather believe the lies of the humans than the loyalty of a Orc? Why would you believe a despicable mage who set fire to us Orcs again and again? "
Orgrim's rebuttal stunned the chieftains and the thousands of leaders around him.
Orgrim's direct accusation that the arsonist was Duque was not wrong at all.
Grom Hellscream roared as he strode forward. "Then how do you explain the fact that more than one Orc who survived in the area testified that the chief called you a traitor before he died? Also, why would your people attack the chief's personal guards? "
"Don't you think that suddenly going crazy and attacking your own people is very familiar?"
It had to be said that Orgrim had the talent to win the Best Actor award.
Yes, this scene was very familiar. It was the scene where the Orc Warlock used the Art of Fear on the human soldiers.
"You said Gul 'dan betrayed us?!" Grom frowned.
"I didn't say that. But you might have noticed that the humans' tactics and equipment have been improving. So it's not impossible for them to obtain the power of a Warlock! "
The Orc chiefs fell into deep thought.
At this time, Kilrogg Deadeye stood in front of Orgrim again. "My 'Deadeye' tells me that you shouldn't die here as a traitor. I also know that you are one of the wisest Orc warriors, and you also have the ambition to become the chief. I can give you a chance to prove yourself, as long as you join 'Bagash'! "
Orgrim's heart beat violently, almost jumping out of his chest.
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