Especially after Orgrim showed off his Empty-Handed Blade Grab, the Trolls clearly recognized Orgrim's status as a powerful Orc. After all, he was no newbie. With the same thrust, he had killed dozens of Dwarves and Humans.
"What do you want from our leader? I don't think our leader's meat is any better than ours, hehehe." Orgrim spoke in the human language, and so did the Trolls. Even though their tones were frighteningly strange, it did not stop them from communicating. Especially after noticing that they had a common interest in spoils of war — human skulls, the hostility between them decreased significantly.
"We are Orcs from the Blackrock Tribe of the Horde."
"Trolls, Forest Trolls, Amani Tribe." The Troll was surprised that the Orcs did not know about the Trolls. "Alright, tell me, why do you want to see our leader?"
"I want to talk to him, for our common enemy." Orgrim emphasized the second half of the sentence.
The Horde's disadvantage at sea had cost them dearly. Orgrim was not a simple-minded person like Blackhand. He had already begun to realize that humans, Dwarves, and Elves would all bring more trouble to the Orcs.
If the Orcs wanted to conquer this world, they would have to defeat the allied forces of the three powerful races. This was definitely not an easy task for the Orcs, who were already greatly weakened.
Since the Horde had already accepted the Ogres and the human Death Knights, why couldn't they accept the Trolls? What's more, their almost identical green skin allowed them to have something in common.
However, diplomacy did not rely on talking.
All diplomacy was based on force.
Even though Orgrim had already restrained himself and kept his war hammer a meter away from his hand to show that he had no ill intentions, the other Troll obviously had a different thought process than the first one.
"We never negotiate with our meal."
Meal? These guys actually see us Orcs as a meal?
Orgrim let out a cold laugh.
That guy made his move. A powerful spear throw.
The spear seemed to break through the atmosphere, and it was swift and violent in a way that most Orcs did not expect.
Simple and direct.
The only thing special about it was its speed. It was unbelievably fast, so fast that it was insane.
A moment ago, the javelin was just a small black dot in his field of vision. The next moment, it occupied Orgrim's entire field of vision. If this continued, the spear would be like a watermelon piercing through the head of the Horde's Great Chief. Of course, the prerequisite was that Orgrim, who was known as the [Hammer of Destruction], stood there like an idiot.
Without even dodging, Orgrim grabbed his war hammer. [Hammer of Destruction], which looked like a heavy weapon, was as light as a dagger in front of Orgrim's powerful arm strength.
In the blink of an eye, the huge square-headed black warhammer had already whipped up a gust of wind as it swung like a baseball bat hitting a baseball. It was a perfect 'Grand Slam Home Run' — Orgrim actually managed to deflect the troll's spear, and the broken shaft of the spear pierced right through the troll's knee.
That guy let out a miserable howl and tightly hugged his pierced leg.
"Hah —" Orgrim let out a loud battle cry.
The deafening roar caused the surrounding leaves to howl with Orgrim at the center.
The other trolls were shocked by Orgrim's roar, and they stopped their attacks that were supposed to save their comrade. Of course, Orgrim would not give the guy who dared to offend the Great Chief of the Horde a chance to beg for mercy.
He needed to establish his dominance.
This guy who dared to run into his hammer must die!
With an earth-shattering leap slash, Orgrim leaped forward and crossed a distance of five meters. Like a god descending from the heavens, he appeared in front of the fallen troll.
[Hammer of Destruction] carried Orgrim's anger at being provoked, and with an unparalleled might, it smashed towards the troll's head.
"Puff!"
For the first time, the troll's skull turned into a watermelon. This was not the end. In the next moment, from the collarbone, shoulder blade, pelvic bone, leg bone … all the bones and flesh within the range of the [Hammer of Destruction] were smashed into pieces, and blood and flesh splattered everywhere.
A troll that was more than 2.3 meters tall was instantly turned into a pile of minced meat that even his mother wouldn't be able to recognize.
"I'll say it again. I want to see your leader!"
The words were a request, and the tone was a command.
As Orgrim roared, he turned around and unleashed his most powerful pressure on the other trolls. These trolls were still in a daze from this bloody and brutal counterattack.
They were trembling in fear.
"Bring me to him, or I'll kill everyone who refuses to do so. Then, I'll go find the trolls who are willing to bring me there myself."
[Hammer of Destruction] was raised high in the air. With the cheers of the Orcs as the background, the blood dripping from the black stone hammer, the faded fur, and the broken bones and flesh, the remaining trolls lost the courage to challenge Orgrim.
Orgrim's domineering aura was effective. All the trolls took a step back, put their spears on their backs, and spread their hands to show that they were not hostile. Then, a troll with a necklace of bones walked out from the middle of them.
"You want to talk to Zu Jin?"
"If Zu Jin is your leader's name or title, then yes." Orgrim nodded.
"You will see him."
"We will wait here." Hammer of Destruction calmly announced to the troll and his subordinates.
An hour later, without any warning, a shadow emerged from the forest with huge and quiet steps, bringing with it the troll and three other powerful trolls who looked extremely capable.
"If you want to see Zu Jin, then I am." Zu Jin was much taller and more capable than the other trolls.
He was wearing a leather vest that was unbuttoned. A thick scarf was wrapped around his neck, covering the area below his nose. The parts that were exposed gave a ferocious impression. Because he was close enough, Orgrim noticed that the troll's skin was covered in moss!
What a strange race.
"You want our forest? Or do you want to fight us for those despicable humans and elves? If you're here to issue a challenge, then I've received it. "Zu Jin's hand went to his waist. There were two axes hanging there.
"No, it's the opposite. We have a common enemy." Orgrim grinned. His swaying fangs made Zu Jin uncomfortable.
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