Part-time BOSS.

Chapter 368 Great Gift

Although Orgrim couldn't see the specialties of these units, he could still feel the horror of the orc infantry.

He looked at the orc in front of him vigilantly.

It even looked scarier than an orc who drank the blood of a demon and went into a bloodthirsty rage.

Orgrim (Great Chief): "This power... looks very evil, can't you summon some normal power, like the Firelord would be good."

Ner'zhul (Chief of Shadowmoon): "Don't be surprised by the great chief, only power is the true meaning, as for the king of the Balrog... Maybe you should know that the existence represented by this power is the existence of even the Balrog The ancient gods that all kings serve.

At present, I cannot fully control this force, but as long as the chief supports me, we will dig out the ancient ruins of the ancient god who sealed the ancient god together, and I will release this existence that makes the world tremble.

This power will completely sublimate the orcs. At that time, the abyss orcs will crush humans like ants. "

Hearing the bright future described by Ner'zhul, Orgrim couldn't help but feel a little moved, but seeing the weird eyeballs and terrifying tentacles on the orc, he couldn't help but feel that kind of disgust in his heart.

"I need to think about it before making a decision—Master Ner'zhul, is this power safe?"

"Hahahaha, Great Chief, you should be clear that there is no absolutely safe force, and the stronger the power, the harder it is to control, but I can control it, and the Great Chief can rest assured. As long as you have a strong enough will, you will not be killed Controlled by power, and there are many such strong-willed warriors among us orcs, such as the Great Chief, who definitely has this ability.

Think about it, if you master such power, no one can stand against the footsteps of the Horde. "

Orgrim nodded, but he was not so sure about this now.

Imagining himself turning into such a monster in front of him, Orgrim felt a little queasy.

"You step down first, Master Ner'zhul, I need to think carefully before making a decision."

Soon Ner'zhul was gone.

Orgrim glanced at Saurfang next to him, but the other party shook his head: "I don't know what kind of power it is, but it scares me. If you choose to use this kind of power, you have to leave All the glory and tradition of the Orcs."

Orgrim snorted coldly, "The glory and tradition of the orcs, hmph, do today's tribes still have such things?"

That being said, he felt the fear of that power.

The orc guard walked in again.

"Warchief, Master Grogo Evileye is here."

"Let him in."

Grogo Xieyan looks even more sinister and awe-inspiring. He is wearing a warlock's shadow cloak, his back is covered with huge bone spurs, and there are several skulls on it for decoration. His eyes emit green evil energy. It looks more and more like Gul'dan.

Even the tone of voice became eighty-nine points similar to Gul'dan.

Grogo Xieyan (Evilfire Chief): "Great Chief, I have brought you good news. I think you have felt it, right? The Horde is now in crisis. Ner'zhul and the elements he serves are fundamentally Powerless to save the tribe, the Fire Demon King is nothing but a waste, with only the title of king.

Elemental creatures cannot stop the magic and holy light of humans.

Without the power of the demonic blood, the warriors of the Horde are weakening.

But never mind, that's why I'm here, and I think it's time to pick up the lost traditions of our orcs and continue to serve the great Burning Legion.

As long as there is enough blood of the devil, the orcs will become irresistible chariots and fierce beasts, and my recent research has found that the orc warriors who drink the blood of the devil for the second time will gain far more power than the first time, see Well, this is the mighty warrior I brought you—the evil orc berserker!
Grogo Xieyan said, highlighting the orcs brought behind him.

The orc in front of him could not help but attract Orgrim's attention.

Red skin, eyes full of blood red light.

Blood vessels protrude from his strong body, and huge fangs grow out of his mouth. Yes, he looks stronger and wilder than ordinary orcs, and compared to abyss orcs, the evil orcs in front of him are at least Still looks like a 'person'.

[Evil orc berserker (level 46 infantry), HP 950.

Troop characteristics: super violent, demon body, bloodthirsty, chaotic attack, brutal combat...

Unit introduction: The orc warrior who drank the blood of the devil for the second time fully awakened the bloodthirsty and violent instincts in his body, and his rationality was replaced by animal nature, and he was able to fight the enemy without fear and mercy.

However, the body eroded by the blood of demons gradually becomes demonic. Once encountering a high-level demon, it is likely to become the object of enslavement by the other party. 】

Grogo Xieyan (Evil Fire Chief): "I know what the chief is worried about. The Horde should not be anyone's slave, but there is nothing wrong with being attached to the strong. Isn't this the tradition of the orcs? ?

The Burning Legion is willing to help us conquer this world, all we need is a little resource and intelligence in return.

In the past, the tribe was able to conquer the entire Draenor, didn't it depend on the fel magic and demon blood bestowed by the devil?Now that gift has come again. "

Orgrim shook his head. "The conquest of Draenor—in my opinion, the destruction of Draenor."

Grogo Evileye (Evilfire Chief): "Draenor did suffer some damage, but if we fail, then what's the point of having a beautiful world? Only the victors are eligible to talk about environmental protection, Moreover, with the experience of Draenor, we can control the use this time, try to avoid losses, and leave enough areas for orcs to live in."

With that said, Grogo Xieyan took out the prepared cup.

Inside is a cup of scarlet liquid.

"Drink, Great Chief, lead the orcs to drink the blood of the devil again, and conquer this world. This is the fate of the orcs."

Orgrim looked at the blood of the devil in front of him, but showed an expression of disgust and hatred.

He still remembered the scene when the orcs drank the blood of demons. It was Gul'dan who brought this "gift" to the orcs. Hellscream took the lead in drinking the blood of demons for power, and a large number of orcs followed suit. Then immediately fell into a frenzy and began to kill all races other than orcs.

But there is still a group of orcs who have not accepted the blood of demons.

Orgrim Doomhammer, Durotan, Black Hand, Brother Saurfang...they have different reasons, but to put it bluntly, the orcs who are hardworking and pure are the best, and should not rely on demons or other things the power of.

Now that Durotan, Black Hand, and old Saurfang have all died in battle, should he continue to stick to this idea?
"Enough, I'll think about it."

Grogo Xieyan didn't continue to press, turned around and left with his head bowed.

"You don't really want to drink the blood of demons, do you?" Saurfang said worriedly.

"The blood of the devil, the old gods... do we have any other options? I used to think that the Horde was invincible. With the strength of the orcs and the strategy in my heart, it would be easy to conquer this world, but it seems that we are all wrong. Well, maybe we shouldn't have come to this world in the first place.

Maybe we opened the wrong door. "

"Orgrim!"

"Hehe, don't worry Saurfang, I'm not weak enough to give up my glory."

Orgrim laughed, and suddenly became confident again.

"Whether it's the blood of the devil or the ancient gods, the orcs can survive without relying on their power. If we fail, then let's fail. At least we still retain our glory."

Pop-pop-pop!

In the darkness, there was a sudden burst of applause.

Orgrim and Saurfang Mendel looked into the darkness, only to see an orc stepping out.

Every time he took a step, the surrounding light dimmed, and the shadow formed by a pair of huge dragon wings was reflected on the wall of the big tent by the firelight. The invisible pressure made the two of them clenched their weapons tacitly.

The orc suddenly turned into a human face, not angry and majestic, exuding the aura of a king and a superior creature.

Murphys (King of the Black Dragon): "First of all, let me introduce myself-Murphys, the King of the Black Dragon, it is an honor to meet the great chief of your tribe."

Orgrim was taken aback when he saw the human face.

Orgrim (Great Chief): "King of the Black Dragon? I once saw a King of the Black Dragon - Neltharion, the King of the Black Dragon. You look a lot like him."

Morpheus was also taken aback, Deathwing met Orgrim, why don't I remember this episode?

"Nesharion is dead, and I am the new King of the Black Dragon."

Orgrim sneered, "Then, Your Excellency the Black Dragon King, let me guess, did you also bring a wonderful piece of good news? A piece of strength and a gift? A hope of victory?

What do you plan to let us take refuge in, gods or demons, or something more terrifying than those. "

Murphys shook his head, "No, there is no power or gift, any power has to be paid for, and the only way to rely on oneself is the right way.

What I bring is not strength, but a reason. "

"reason?"

"That's right, a reason for fighting, if you don't even know why you are fighting, how can you talk about victory?
Have you ever felt that the world is shrouded in a layer of mist, and there is a pair of invisible hands controlling your life, your destiny, and even your soul.

Everything is already preordained, you are just an actor and a puppet in this grand drama, dancing according to the script, your personal choice, independent destiny, glory and tradition... are actually meaningless. "

Orgrim frowned.

"what do you know?"

"Hehe, I know all the answers to the truth, don't worry, you will know soon too."

As he spoke, he raised his hand, and a mass of black magic power condensed in his palm.

Saurfang swung his ax to intercept the charge, but a dark energy hit him, sending him flying backwards.

Immediately, Onyxia's figure appeared behind Saurfang, drawing a dozen dark ropes with magic power to bind Saurfang layer by layer.

Orgrim swung the doomhammer and leaped from the sky. Although he became the warchief, he never lost his fighting skills.

But the ground under his feet suddenly became extremely heavy, and the huge gravity dragged him down from the air, and he was firmly attached to the ground.

The power of the guardian of the earth—it really works.

Morpheus stepped forward slowly, the dark magic in his hand made Orgrim feel alert.

"What are you going to do?"

"Don't worry about Orgrim, I am not hostile, I just want to reveal the truth to you, I want you to see the true colors of this world, I want you to understand who your real enemy is..."

Snapped!Morpheus pressed Orgrim's forehead.

(End of this chapter)