Even Duque didn't know that because he had tricked Orgrim, it had caused Orgrim to invoke a ritual that had never appeared in any 'history' — Bagrash.
This was a ritual for Orcs who were suspected of being traitors to prove their reputation.
The ritual was very simple, violent, and bloody.
That was, under the witness of at least a hundred Orc warriors, seven recognized warriors would stab seven daggers into the body of the ritual participant. The daggers couldn't cause fatal wounds, they couldn't injure the tendons or bones, and they couldn't injure the internal organs.
Then, the participant would have to fight a duel to the death with a recognized warrior, usually a tribe chief, while having seven daggers stabbed into their body.
Only by winning the duel would the participant be considered to be cleared of suspicion and their reputation restored.
No one knew why Kilrogg would suggest letting Orgrim participate in Bagrash. If one had to force a reason on Kilrogg, it would be his' dead eye 'that could no longer see.
Kilrogg was born into the Bloodring clan of Draenor. When his clan was about to be exterminated by the Crowmen, Kilrogg unwillingly bowed his head and admitted defeat. Under the arrangements of his sickly father, he followed the clan's ancient tradition: he found the hidden chamber that was named after his clan, and carried out the terrifying ritual of sacrificing his left eye in exchange for seeing his future.
In the ritual, Kilrogg foresaw that his death was still far away, so he knew that he would survive this disaster. Encouraged by his destiny, he seized control of the clan and led the Bloodring clan to crush the threat of the Crowmen. Then, he won countless battles.
In the following years, he slaughtered any dissidents, and even his closest kin couldn't escape the death penalty. He had always hoped that his destiny would come to him step by step.
Although Orcs were rude and unreasonable, most of them were superstitious. In the current situation where there were no Shamans in the tribe's camp, Kilrogg's' dead eye 'became quite convincing.
Without hesitation, Grom Hellscream, Samuro, and the other high-ranking warriors all agreed to Kilrogg's proposal.
"Orgrim Doomhammer! Are you going to accept [Bagrash] in order to prove your innocence? " Jil Rogge's voice was cold, but it also carried a kind of sharp pressure. It was a terrifying aura that only a warrior who had walked out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood would have.
He was old, but no one could deny that he was still one of the strongest warriors in the tribe.
"I accept!" Orgrim stood under the doubtful gazes of countless orcs, "Not only do I accept it, but I also request that when you accept [Bagash], you also activate [Makgora]!"
"Hiss …" Countless Orcs sucked in a breath of cold air.
This meant that Orgrim had to accept challenges from at least 7 chieftain level warriors while being stabbed seven times. He could only stop when there were no more challengers.
Of course, if Orgrim succeeded, he would become the second Great Chief of the Horde after Blackhand!
Every Orc's broad face was filled with unconcealable shock.
Either Orgrim was a madman, or he would become the strongest warrior in the history of the Horde!
"Come!" Orgrim suddenly hammered his chest, creating a loud bang!
Jil Rogge didn't say a word. He pulled out a long, curved bone dagger. This bone dagger was at least 30 centimeters long. A white light flashed, and the entire dagger was stabbed diagonally into Orgrim's left collarbone. It pierced through Orgrim's muscles that were as thick as city walls, and came out from the back of his left shoulder blade.
Blood splattered everywhere. It was a ghastly sight!
"Phew …" Orgrim didn't even groan in pain. He merely clenched his fists.
Grom Hell roared and charged forward. His face was expressionless as he pierced through Orgrim's right arm with his dagger, only avoiding the tendons and bones.
"Ugh …" Orgrim let out a low groan.
Swordmaster Samuro of the Fireblade Clan followed behind and pierced Orgrim's right thigh with his dagger.
Then the fourth, fifth … and seventh warrior went up.
Every one of them left a dagger on Orgrim's body.
At this moment, Orgrim had become a hedgehog, a hedgehog covered in blood.
"Who!? Who is willing to use Orgrim Doomhammer's life to prove their bravery? Who is willing to obtain this [Doomhammer] fair and square?! "
Orgrim's roar was as loud as a bell, and it reverberated in all directions.
Not many beastmen would be willing to kill a beastman who might be dishonorable unless they could obtain real benefits from him. Coincidentally, Orgrim had it.
Not many beastmen could resist the temptation of [Doomhammer]! Especially after Orgrim used it to kill no less than 500 warriors of various races.
Ogres, giant lizards, land dragons, and human army commanders. Orgrim used his illustrious battle records to indirectly prove the power of this hammer.
Suddenly, a flag was thrown into the middle of the field.
"I, Galal of the Shattered Sand Clan, stake my honor to fight you!"
Looking at this opponent who was more than a head taller than him, Orgrim was a little disappointed. This was the chief of a small clan with only a few hundred people, but as a suspected traitor, he really couldn't ask for more.
In the sky, rolling clouds surged.
On the ground, a horn sounded.
Whether it was [Makgora] or [Bagash], nothing could attract the attention of the beastmen more than the bloodiest and most passionate battle.
Only those who dared to face death would be recognized by the beastmen who valued martial arts. Only this most primitive and most unsophisticated battle could truly wash away Orgrim's suspicions.
"Come!" Orgrim roared, and the little chief, Galal, rushed over.
"Bang! Bang! Galal's heavy footsteps could be heard on the solid ground.
Galal's momentum gave people the illusion that a mountain was collapsing.
"Die-" Galal bared his teeth and slashed with his huge machete.
It was powerful enough to cut Orgrim in half with one slash. But Orgrim's sharp eyes flashed with a hint of disappointment again.
Weak!
Too weak!
Whether it was strength, speed, or skill, they all disappointed Orgrim.
For some reason, he thought of Andoine Lothar, the human who had killed Blackhand the other day. He was clearly at a disadvantage in terms of speed and strength, but Lothar used his perfect unloading techniques and amazing footwork to fight evenly with the Great Chieftain.
Looking at such an opponent, Orgrim didn't even want to wait a second longer.
In the eyes of outsiders, he accidentally dropped the heavy [Hammer of Destruction]. Only those who knew the ropes could see that he didn't take Galal seriously at all.
Just at the moment when the machete was about to fall, Orgrim suddenly exerted force with his intact left leg and rushed into Galal's arms. He punched the enemy's wrist that was holding the machete. The next second, he suddenly clapped his hands.
Galal's entire head was instantly smashed in the palm of his hand. It was like a watermelon smashed by a hammer …
Orgrim looked up to the sky and shouted, "Next!"
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