The crowd had thought that they had reached the peak a long time ago, but who would have thought that after Orgrim's words, an even higher peak that seemed to have appeared out of thin air behind that unsurpassable peak.
The sound waves reverberated in the sky for hundreds and thousands of times. The entire tribe's camp, and even the entire land, were shaking violently.
What kind of heroic spirit was this!?
As long as one's life was not spared, the bloody battle would not end!
Not long ago, no one looked favorably upon Orgrim, the assistant of Black Hand. But now, every single Beastman had a different view of him. His gaze was filled with intense admiration. No, this was no longer admiration, it was worship.
"Orgrim — — Orgrim — —" The roars of thousands of Beastmen stirred up the emotions of all the Beastmen in the tribe's camp.
Although the Beastmen in the distance could not see what was happening, they could hear their leader's voice and knew that perhaps, a new Great Chieftain was about to be born.
Kanad pounced over.
Orgrim said that he looked down on Kanad, but in his heart, he put in 120% of his effort.
No one from the Broken Palm Clan was easy to provoke.
The Broken Palm Clan originated from the Beastmen who were enslaved by the Ogres. This group of Beastmen were imprisoned by the Ogres in a huge, rough, and incomparably sturdy circular arena as gladiators. Every day, they would fight non-stop to entertain the Ogres and other 'higher races'. This was the sole purpose of these Beastman gladiators' existence.
The Ogres promised that as long as any Beastman slave killed a hundred Beastmen in the arena, they would obtain freedom. Kanad's brother — — Kargath Bladefist did it.
However, what the Ogres gave Kargath was not freedom, but the fate of being imprisoned in an underground prison that never saw the light of day until his death. Kargath was imprisoned in the underground prison, his left hand secured to the prison pillar by a steel handcuff. In order to break free from the handcuffs, Kargath chose to destroy his own left hand.
Kargath led the Beastman slaves who also chose to give up their left hand and use their sharp fists instead. They fought like the slaves of Spartacus before Duque's transmigration against the Roman Empire. They killed the Ogres who had enslaved them. Kargath carried the head of the Ogre leader and announced the formation of a new clan. A clan that yearned for freedom and fought for it — the Shattered Palm Clan.
Therefore, this batch of Shattered Palm Tribe's orcs were all super elites who had killed their way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Just one Charge from Kanad was enough for Orgrim to realize that this wasn't an opponent he could deal with unscathed.
From the corner of his eyes, Orgrim glanced at a few famous chieftains or heroes who were watching coldly from the side: Grom Hellscream, Kilrogg Deadeye, Samuro …
Orgrim wasn't sure if the strongest of these tribes had any intentions of making a move. But he had to prepare for the worst.
He had to end the battle quickly!
Kanad was also holding a war hammer in his right hand. It wasn't as big as [Destroyer Hammer], just a little smaller, but Orgrim didn't dare to underestimate it.
It was the same hammering, but Canard's movements gave off a solid feeling as if he had been hammered thousands of times.
He stepped forward, raised his left arm, swung his right arm, and suddenly exerted force. At first glance, it didn't seem surprising at all. Only warriors who had been through countless battles would notice that Kanad didn't make any extra movements.
Whether it was the angle, strength, or speed, they were all exquisite to the extreme. Moreover, it gave Orgrim enough time to change his attack.
Without a choice, Orgrim also raised his hammer and clashed with Kanad's hammer.
"Clang —" The clanging sound of the two largest hammers clashing almost broke the eardrums of the spectating orcs.
The buzzing sound of metal caused most of the orcs to cover their ears.
No one expected Kanad to suddenly throw away the hammer in his hand and stab with his left hand. His left arm was his killing move. After closing the distance, the scimitar that was as long as a human's arm had unimaginable agility.
Although Orgrim's [Destroyer Hammer] was sharp, such a large hammer was never a good defensive weapon.
In the next moment, the unique scimitar of the Shattered Palm Tribe was about to pierce into Orgrim's chest.
At this moment, a huge hand the size of a palm-leaf fan suddenly blocked in front of the scimitar …
"Puk!"
Blood splashed everywhere.
The sharp blade easily pierced through Orgrim's left palm and into his chest. However, it was unable to pierce into his heart. Orgrim's left palm suddenly clenched tightly. Even though his palm was pierced, he still managed to hold onto the bottom part of the scimitar, which was his arm.
"Gotcha," Orgrim's voice had an indescribable coldness in it.
Canard wanted to retreat, but the giant hand held onto his arm tightly.
Since both of them were so close, using a big hammer was just a joke. There wasn't enough distance for him to exert his strength.
It was too close!
Orgrim had a more direct way. Just like what Kanad did with his right hand, he threw away his [Destroyer Hammer] almost at the same time. His right hand turned into a hammer and pierced Kanad's throat.
"Cough —" Kanad's muffled voice was the last sound he made in this world.
At the next moment, Orgrim turned his finger into a hook and pierced Kanad's throat.
Simple! Violent!
Full of barbaric aesthetics!
This was the Beastmen's love, this was the Beastmen's worship!
"Oh, oh, oh, oh …" The boiling sound waves surged into the sky and seemed to cross countless light-years and the endless void to reach Planet Draenor.
He withdrew his left hand from the scimitar and kicked away Canard, who was about to lose his life and become a corpse.
Orgrim raised his fists and roared for the seventh time.
"Who? Who else!? "
Orgrim looked at the faces of the strongest existences in the Horde — Grom, Kilrogg, Samuro … With his body riddled with scars, Orgrim dared to say that he wouldn't have more than a fifty percent chance of winning against any one of them.
But it was impossible for him to back down, and he would not back down!
This was not only because of his life and his glory, but also because he felt that he was shouldering the last request of his good friend, Durotan. He shouldered the heavy responsibility of leading the tribe to a path of survival in this strange and unfriendly world.
Apart from the passion in his eyes, there was only clarity!
Orgrim's god-like eyes scanned the faces of the experts in the tribe one by one.
There was no provocation. All he saw was obedience.
One of the experts lowered his head.
Two of the experts lowered their heads.
Three …
Ten!
When Orgrim saw Samuro's face, Samuro punched his chest with one hand. This was the etiquette for meeting the Great Chief.
Kilrogg and Grom looked at each other.
Kilrogg said, "My 'Dead Eye' saw that Orgrim shouldn't die here. I won't sacrifice my life for an irreversible fate." With that, Kilrogg bowed as well.
Grom said, "I am very satisfied with my position as the Warsong Tribe Chief." With that, he bowed as well.
At this point, the second Great Chief of the Horde was born!
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