His gigantic hands were stained with blood and colorful brain matter, Orgrim displayed the most primitive, most barbaric violence. The Beastmen couldn't help but think of their ancestors. When they didn't have any weapons, they used their strong bodies, fists, teeth, and arms to fight against wild beasts. They struggled to survive in the desolate wilderness.
Orgrim's most direct attack ignited the passion in every Beastman's heart.
"Oh oh oh oh!"
"Orgrim! Orgrim! "
Just a few minutes ago, these Beastmen were still angrily cursing Orgrim. But a few minutes later, Orgrim, who displayed his bravery and power, immediately became the brightest star of the entire tribe.
Kilrogg Deadeye opened his seemingly turbid right eye and said slowly, "Orgrim Doomhammer, you have cleared your name and restored your reputation! Now, if you want to leave [Makgora], it is not too late! "
Orgrim used his actions to answer. With bloodstained steps, he took down a flag from a tent at the side of the field.
That was the flag of the Blackrock tribe that belonged to him, Doomhammer.
With a swing of his hand, the red and black war flag landed in the middle of the field.
"I — Orgrim Doomhammer! From here on, [Makgora], I challenge for the position of Great Chief! I will accept challenges from at least six warriors! Until I ascend to the position of Great Chief, or — death! "
Even though he was stabbed multiple times, even though every wound was still bleeding as Orgrim moved, Orgrim's soul-stirring roar still spread throughout the camp.
"Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! " This was the rhythmic cheering of the Beastmen. Nothing made their blood boil more than a blood-soaked warrior participating in the battle for the position of Great Chief.
No matter how much they didn't want to admit it, it was an indisputable fact that the tribe had just won a pyrrhic victory.
The weak humans were far more cunning than the Beastmen imagined. The entire tribe urgently needed a true king who could lead the tribe to conquer this planet!
The Orcs shouted and praised loudly. They raised the crude weapons in their hands high and stomped the ground with both feet, as if they wanted the earth to tremble and let the earth cheer and welcome the possible new Great Chieftain that was about to appear!
A clan flag with three teeth on it was thrown into the field. It was a Blade Fang Clan with a thousand warriors.
As a small clan, the chief of Blade Fang Clan, Ramlin, was not a very strong orc. Among the Beastmen, he was definitely small and skinny.
He made up for his lack of strength with his high agility.
"Orgrim —" Ramlin roared loudly, but his movements were reminiscent of a nimble lynx. Ramlin aimed at Orgrim's injured right leg and moved at high speed with Orgrim's injured leg as the axis.
Orgrim was indeed affected. The moment he turned around and couldn't keep up, Ramlin pounced on him.
Two crossed scimitars flashed in the air, and Orgrim's broad back was instantly marked with a bloody red cross. His skin and flesh were torn open by the barbs on the scimitars. It was a ghastly sight!
Just as Ramlin was about to retreat, Orgrim counterattacked.
Under the sunlight, the heavy Hammer of Destruction shone with a black light as it spun. There was no technique involved, only speed.
It was unbelievably fast.
It was insanely fast.
It was a speed that surpassed what Ramlin could capture with his naked eye.
In less than a blink of an eye, his slightly slender body was split in half by a single powerful blow, as if he had been chopped by an incomparably huge machete.
Time seemed to have frozen. Ramlin's chest and lower body were still floating in the air, but his abdomen that was hit instantly exploded into a rain of flesh and bone, exploding in the direction of the hammer's strike!
After what seemed like three seconds, Ramlin's eyes, which were still filled with disbelief, fell into a pool of blood along with his eyeball.
Killing with one strike, domineering!
"Next!" Orgrim's loud voice was no different from a drum in the orcs' ears.
Another flag was thrown into the field. A minute later, another wound appeared on Orgrim's shoulder, and another corpse appeared on the ground.
"Next!" It was the same killing with one strike, the same voice, and the same tone that never changed.
But with the corpses of the three tribal chiefs as the foundation, Orgrim's shout had a different meaning.
The tribal chiefs who thought that they were the weaker ones replied with silence. At this moment, there was no longer any hope in their hearts. Even though the orcs who were watching were all fired up. There was a short silence among the people who were qualified to participate in [Makegora].
Half a minute later, the fourth flag was thrown.
Three minutes later, the fifth flag.
Ten minutes later, the sixth flag!
By the time the seventh flag was thrown into the arena, Orgrim was already covered in blood. No one could tell if it was Orgrim's blood or his enemy's.
None of the six tribal chiefs had a complete corpse, all of them had turned into bloody chunks of flesh.
From an unknown little chieftain to the chieftain of a clan with tens of thousands of people. The challengers were leveling up step by step, and Orgrim's injuries were worsening as well.
Now, anyone who went up had to weigh their own strength first.
When the seventh flag was thrown, a black-skinned orc without a left hand came out. Below his left arm was a long scimitar.
It was not because he lost his left hand in the war, but because he was a warrior of the Broken Palm tribe.
As one of the cruelest and fiercest tribes in the tribe, the Broken Palm tribe's tradition was to cripple their left hand and replace it with a sharp blade. They were prepared to go through fire and water for the tribe's glory.
"Orgrim, you are indeed powerful, but your path as a great tribal chief will end with me, Kanad Bladefist."
The tribes were also divided into different ranks. Only the tribal chiefs had the right to challenge, but in the big tribes, the publicly recognized warriors also had the right to challenge [Makegora]. For example, in the 'history', Orgrim challenged Blackhand as the deputy of the Blackrock tribe's chief. This was equivalent to the deputy chief, and he successfully killed Blackhand.
Glancing at Kanad Bladefist, Orgrim's boorish face showed some disdain.
"If you can't do it, let your chief Kargath do it."
"Hmph! You are tired! You are heavily injured! Orgrim! "Kanad suddenly took a step forward.
"With your temperament, you are only fit to take advantage of heavily injured opponents." The mockery on Orgrim's face intensified. "Yes! I am tired, I am injured, but even if there are a thousand of you, I can still kill them all! "
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