Chapter 1474 Blood Boils

Gurtogg* Breaker is a peon of the Blood Forge. His father was once a well-known centurion in the tribe. Gurtogg, who was still very young at that time, admired his father very much. He once dreamed more than once that he was leading his compatriots like his father, crossing the Dark Portal, and following the warchief Blackhand to conquer the world called Azeroth on the other side of the door.

It's a pity that Gurtug's dream was shattered.

His father's bones were buried across the door, along with Warchief Blackhand and millions of strong orc warriors.

Whenever he wakes up from his midnight dream, the cruel reality still reminds him that he is just a handyman doing hard work.

His weaker physique and height compared to a formal warrior destined him to never become a glorious orc warrior through formal channels in his life.

He longed for power, not as a chief who could be abandoned at any time, but as a warrior. His parents could not give him the power that only the blood of demons could give him.

However, a humble laborer like him may never become a candidate for the evil orcs in his life.

So one night he sneaked into the laboratory where evil orcs were made, and drank all the liquid in every bottle. He didn't know what would happen. He just felt that every inch of his body was burning, and energy was flowing through him. His body was raging, but he couldn't vent it.

He felt like he was about to explode. The saliva dripped from his mouth, and plumes of green smoke erupted from the drops on the ground. He shook his head, feeling that his consciousness gradually became blurred. He raised his head and found his father standing in front of him. A human officer raised his knife and chopped his father in half. Gurtug made a muffled sound in his throat, and then rushed towards the human officer. Blood flowed from his eyes, dyeing his vision blood red.

However, it was just his imagination. He jumped into the air, hit his head on the wall, and fainted.

Three days later, Gurtogg was sent to Illidan's fortress, the Black Temple, as "the most successful fel orc specimen". He was put on thick armor, and the nameplate on the armor was engraved with several twisted eredar characters - Gurtogg* blood boils!

From that day on, Gurtog began to enjoy the glory brought by power. His former compatriots were afraid of him, the orcs who had turned into evil orcs obeyed him, and even the self-proclaimed noble demons showed fear towards him.

Gurtogg was very happy, even though he knew he was Illidan's experimental subject and lackey.

Until this day, Sal stood in front of him.

"I am Thrall, the son of Durotan, the former chief of the Frostwolf clan, the current warchief of the tribe, and the leader of all orcs! Now I order you in the name of the warchief to surrender immediately, and all the evil deeds you participated in will no longer be held accountable. , and after purifying the demon blood in your body, you will be given a corresponding status based on your strength."

Gurtog smiled, and his laughter was full of desolation: "My father responded to the warchief's call and died in the world of Azeroth. I don't mind this, at least my father was a real man when he died. Warrior. I just want to ask, you, the chief of a tribe that relies on alms from the alliance for food, have what qualifications do you have to ask me to surrender?"

"You..." Orgrim wanted to kill someone after hearing this.

"Haha! If there is no food, grab it! If there is no territory, grab it! If you can't grab it, die! This is the tribe! This is the orc! Becoming a human dog just for a bite to eat! Bah! This is not what I know tribe!"

Sal's face was as black as ink.

It is true that the general policy he set for the tribe is correct. But this general policy is destined not to be understood by the orcs who are full of traditional concepts.

Orcs who have never seen the horror of Alliance technology and war machines will never know how terrifying it will be when the Alliance becomes the enemy of the Horde.

What's worse is that their lack of wisdom and insight, coupled with ingrained mindsets, prevent them from recognizing the status quo.

Not just one and a half people, but to a large extent all the orcs received from Draenor.

Thrall suddenly felt heart palpitations, but his sense of responsibility as a warchief still drove him to carry this uneasiness and discomfort and continue to lead the tribe forward.

Thrall sighed: "The world has changed."

"So what if I have changed? I only know that after I lose the demon blood, I am just a hard worker who can be abandoned by the tribe at any time. But with it, I am a strong man who will be afraid of anyone who sees me! Hahahaha !”

Not everyone falls into tragedy because of the power of taboos, there are always winners.

It is this extremely low probability of success that drives more orcs to become evil orcs willingly, even if they become minions of the Burning Legion.

Orgrim shouted anxiously: "Warchief, there is no need to explain to this lunatic. If you want to explain, you can explain it slowly after beating this guy and feeding him holy water."

Thrall is an affable leader who can mediate relations between various races very well. However, his human side makes him lack domineering, which makes him weak and bullyable in the eyes of many orcs with traditional concepts.

Sal was silent for a full three seconds before he said loudly: "Take care of him!"

Tauren Chief Kane raised his neck high and let out a war cry with a rich voice. The shocking sound echoed in the dark palace.

"Evil Orcs! You need to clear your mind!" Kane charged head-on, smashing a totem pole as thick as a house beam into his face.

Useless.

Gurtug's body, which had been greatly strengthened by evil energy, could withstand Kane's exploratory attack by simply raising a left arm with a gauntlet and an arm armor full of spikes.

Without giving Kane any time to react, he raised his ax high, and a [Chaos Strike] followed him like a shadow, hitting Kane's body like lightning.

This powerful attack was resisted by Kane's Mount Hyjal-level plate armor.

Kane was not immune to the [Confusion] state that followed.

who I am?

Where am I?

What am I going to do?

Lao Niu fell into thinking about life for eight seconds.

This was originally a great opportunity to kill the old cow, but Gurtug didn't bother to do it.

A true tribal warrior would not bother to sneak attack an enemy who is unable to resist.

He abandoned the old cow and charged directly towards Thrall.

Regardless of order, Orgrim also [charged] towards him.

"Bang——" Two extremely fast shadows converged on the steps. The two tall and burly bodies completed a confrontation of pure strength and anger.

If he were an ordinary person, he might have been shaken to pieces by such a collision.

Orgrim is a Forsaken.

Gurtug, on the other hand, relied on his super physical fitness obtained by injecting demon blood to survive this dizziness.

His [Arc Slash] drew a bloody red arc of light in the void, clashing with Orgrim's weapon without any fuss.