Part-time BOSS

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

He looked at the orc in front of him warily.

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

Orgrim (Warchief): "This power... looks very evil. Can't you summon some normal power, like the Fire Lord?"

Ner'zhul (Chief of Shadowmoon): "Don't worry about appearance, chief. Only power is the true meaning. As for the Lord of Fire...perhaps I should let you know that the existence represented by this power is none other than the Fire Demon." An ancient god that every king must serve.

At present, I cannot fully control this power, but as long as the war chief supports me and we dig together to excavate the ancient ruins of the sealed ancient god, 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. "

Listening to the wonderful future described by Ner'zhul, Orgrim couldn't help but feel a little moved, but when he saw the weird eyeballs and terrifying tentacles on the orc, he couldn't help but feel helpless 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 know that there is no absolutely safe power. The more powerful 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 Controlled by strength, and there are many such strong-willed warriors among us orcs, such as War Chief You, who definitely have such ability.

Think about it, if you have such power, no one can stop the Horde. "

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

Orgrim felt a little nauseous as he imagined himself turning into the monster in front of him.

"Please step aside, Master Ner'zhul. I need to think carefully before making a decision."

Ner'zhul soon left.

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 that thing scares me. If you choose to use such power, you will abandon it." All the glory and traditions of the orcs."

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

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

The orc guards walked in again.

"Warchief, Master Grogo Evil Eye is here."

"Let him in."

Grogo Evil Eye looks even more evil. 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. Green evil energy is emitting from his eyes. It looks like He looks more and more like Gul'dan.

Even his tone became very similar to Gul'dan.

Grogo Evil Eye (Felfire Chief): "Warchief, I bring you good news. I think you have felt it, right? The tribe is now in crisis. Ner'zhul and the elements he serves are fundamentally Unable to save the tribe, the Fire Demon King is nothing more than a waste with only the title of king.

Elemental creatures cannot stop human magic and holy light.

Without the power of demon blood, the warriors of the tribe are gradually weakening.

But it doesn't matter, that's what I'm here for. 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 demon blood, the orcs will become irresistible tanks and ferocious beasts. And my recent research found that the orc warriors who drink the demon blood for the second time will gain far more power than the first time. See Well, this is the powerful warrior I brought to you - the evil orc berserker!

Grogo Evil Eye said and showed the orcs he brought behind him.

The orc in front of him couldn't help but attract Orgrim's attention.

Red skin, eyes filled with blood-red light.

The blood vessels bulge on his strong body, and huge fangs grow out of his mouth. Yes, he looks stronger and wilder than ordinary orcs, and compared to the abyss orcs, the evil orcs in front of him are at least He still looks like a 'person'.

[Evil Orc Berserker (Level 46 Infantry), HP 950.

Characteristics of the unit: super violent, demonic body, bloodthirsty, chaotic attack, savage fighting...

Introduction to the arms: After drinking the blood of the devil for the second time, the orc warriors have their bloodthirsty and violent instincts fully awakened, their rationality is replaced by their bestiality, and they are able to fight the enemy without fear or mercy.

However, the body eroded by the demon's blood gradually turns into a demon, and once it encounters a higher-level demon, it is likely to become the target of enslavement by the other party. 】

Grogo Evil Eye (Chief Evilfire): "I know what the warchief is worried about. The tribe 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, we just need to give them some resources and intelligence in return.

Wasn't it because the tribe was able to conquer the entire Draenor in the past because of the fel magic and demon blood given by demons? Now such a gift has arrived again. "

Orgrim shook his head, "Conquering Draenor - I think it would be better to say that it destroyed Draenor."

Grogo Evil Eye (Felfire Chieftain): "Delanor has indeed suffered some damage, but if we fail, then what's the point of a beautiful world? Only the victors are qualified 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 area for the orcs to live."

With that said, Grogo Evil Eye took out the prepared cup.

Inside was a cup of scarlet liquid.

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

Orgrim looked at the demon blood in front of him with an expression of disgust and hatred.

He still remembered the scene when the orcs drank the demon's blood. It was Gul'dan who brought this 'gift' to the orcs. Hellscream took the lead in drinking the demon's blood for strength, and a large number of orcs also followed suit. , and then immediately fell into a frenzy and started killing all races other than orcs.

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

Orgrim Doomhammer, Durotan, Blackhand, Saurfang Brothers... They all have different reasons, but to put it bluntly, pure orcs are the best and should not resort to demons or other things. the power of.

Now that Durotan, Blackhand, and old Saurfang have all died in the battle, do I still want to continue to adhere to this philosophy?

"That's enough, I'll think about it."

Grogo Evil Eye did not continue to press, lowered his head and turned to leave.

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

"The blood of demons, the ancient gods... Do we have any other choice? I always thought that the tribe was invincible. With the power 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!"

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

Orgrim laughed and suddenly became confident again.

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

Snap-pop-pop!

In the darkness, there was suddenly a sound of applause.

Orgrim and Saurfang Mendel looked into the darkness and saw an orc coming out.

With every step they took, the surrounding light dimmed, and the shadows formed by a pair of huge dragon wings were reflected on the wall of the tent by the firelight. The invisible pressure made the two of them clenched their weapons in tacit understanding.

The orc suddenly turned into a human face, calm and intimidating, exuding the aura of a king and a superior creature.

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

Orgrim was stunned when he saw the human face.

Orgrim (Warchief): "Black Dragon King? I once met a Black Dragon King - Black Dragon King Neltharion. You look very similar to him."

Morpheus was also stunned. Deathwing met Orgrim. Why don't I remember this plot?

"Neltharion is dead, I am the new Black Dragon King."

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

What are you going to ask us to take refuge in, gods or demons, or something scarier than those. "

Morpheus shook his head, "No, there is no power or gift. There is a price to pay for any power. Only relying on oneself is the right way.

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

"reason?"

"That's right, a reason to fight. If you don't even know why to fight, then how can you talk about victory?

Have you ever had the feeling that the world is shrouded in a layer of fog, and that there is a pair of invisible hands dictating your life, your destiny, and even your soul?

Everything has actually been doomed. You are just an actor and puppet in this grand drama, dancing according to the script. What you think is your personal choice, independent destiny, glory and tradition... are actually meaningless. "

Orgrim frowned as he heard this.

"what do you know?"

"Haha, I know the answer to all the truth, don't worry, you will know it soon too."

He raised his hand as he spoke, and a ball of black magic power condensed in his palm.

Saurfang picked up his battle ax and was about to intercept the charge, but a dark energy hit him and sent him flying backwards.

Onyxia's figure immediately appeared behind Saurfang, using magic to outline a dozen dark ropes to bind Saurfang layer by layer.

Orgrim waved the Doomhammer and leaped up. 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, firmly adhering to the ground.

The power of the Earth Guardian - it really works.

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

"What are you going to do?"

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

Snapped! Morpheus pressed Orgrim on the forehead.