Chapter 1833 Split and Challenge

For some reason, Sinestra, who was supposed to exist in the deepest part of the Twilight Fortress, is no longer there. From this perspective, it can be concluded that the tribe finally won the war at a heavy cost.

But Garrosh's actions undoubtedly completely triggered the conflict between the other chiefs and him.

"No! Eitrigg is definitely not a traitor! Everyone has seen it, it is Cho'gall's vicious skill! Can a warrior professional shoot [Shadow Arrow]?" Vol'jin roared loudly, and he opened his mouth fiercely his arms.

"I didn't ask for your opinion! Troll!" Garrosh said scornfully.

"I agree with Vol'jin! Attacking us is not what Eitrigg wants to do!" Dranosh stood up. His burly figure was more oppressive than Vol'jin's slightly thin figure.

Garrosh was unhappy. He pointed his left hand proudly at the tip of Dranosh's nose, almost poking the nose of the leader of the Forsaken: "Shut up! I don't need a dead person to influence my decision. It's me - Garrosh Rush Hellscream led the Horde to win this war against the traitors! Only I - am the winner of this war! Remember! Dead Face! Only the winner has the final say in the Horde!"

After saying that, he violently slapped the strong pectoral muscles on his chest, making a thumping sound.

Scattered cheers came from the surroundings, and more people fell silent.

Garrosh's word "I" deeply hurt everyone present. Not only the foreign chiefs, but also the orcs and many elite warriors gathered around felt this word was quite harsh.

Next to him, Kane, who was covered in blood from the battle just now, strode over regardless of the scars on his body. The huge totem pole slammed to the ground, making a deafening noise and raising a lot of dust.

"Garrosh! What are you talking about? You said you are the only winner? So what do the hundreds of thousands of soldiers who sacrificed for this battle count? Are those orcs just cannon fodder? We have lost more than half of the tauren and giants. Are the demons and the Forsaken warriors the stepping stones to your reputation?"

The tauren chief, who was as huge as a hill, stood in front of Garrosh, his huge body looking down at the shorter war chief.

Originally, Garrosh disliked this feeling of needing to look up. Unexpectedly, Kane was so angry that he got too close and sprayed Garrosh with saliva.

No qualified leader with some political acumen would say the following words. But the reason why Garrosh is called "brainless roar" by many people in the alliance is because of his high IQ of 5 points and his character of speaking without thinking when he is angry.

Garrosh's first reaction after being spat at was to punch Kane in the mouth.

A very hard, fast and vicious left hook.

Every tribal leader present saw that Lao Niu's slightly slender face was deformed by the beating. The blow to the muscles on his right face even spread to his gums, and at least three teeth were knocked out. Huge teeth flew out of the mouth along with fishy tooth blood.

The old cow was a little confused, and then the words that made him even more angry, the words that sounded in his ears were Garrosh's terrifying declaration.

"Pay attention to your identity! Kane! You tauren are just vassals of our orcs. The orcs will always have the final say on the tribe - and I am the warchief of the orcs! I am also the warchief of the tribe! I will not obey the orders of the warchief. Guy, just die!"

Cairne looked up and saw Garrosh slashing his throat with his thick right thumb.

Long term injustice!

Long suppressed anger!

The humiliation endured during these days!

Everything seemed to be suppressed to the extreme, and a volcano had to erupt, erupting in Kane's heart in one breath.

If the tauren were the race that Thrall conquered through war, perhaps Kane would have chosen to bow his head.

But no!

The tribe adopts an integration system similar to the alliance. According to the tribe's declaration, the status of all races is equal. Although the number and power of the orcs in the tribe gave the orcs absolute dominance, the tribe's declaration did contain provisions that other races could challenge the dominance of the warchief.

At this moment, Kane couldn't care about anything anymore.

The tauren chief directly pulled off the flag behind him and threw the flag representing the tauren of Mulgore in front of Garrosh: "According to the tradition of the tribe, I, Cairn Bloodhoof, request to ask your chieftain I challenge you, come on! If you really consider yourself to be the first warrior of the tribe, then accept my [Makgora]!"

Garrosh's face turned green and red!

Suddenly he roared and stepped on Cho'gall's head.

"Enough! I've had enough! Enough of your complaints! Enough of your weakness! Why can't you weaklings obey the orders of the strong? Don't compare me with that weak guy Thrall! He Already gone, now the warchief of the Horde is me - Garrosh Hellscream!"

Garrosh raised his bloody ax high: "I accept Kane's challenge! Who else wants to challenge me? Is it you? Is it you? Or you!? If you want to come, come together!" As he spoke, the blade of the ax was pointed at Kane first, then at Vol'jin, then at Dranosh, and finally at the goblin prince Gallywix.

Vol'jin was not as impulsive as Kane, but everyone saw his protruding fangs constantly trembling with anger: "Garrosh, I don't even bother to fight with you. When you end up with Kane's Makgora After that, I will make my decision!”

Vol'jin clenched his fist tightly.

Anyone with any sense knows that unless Garrosh is completely defeated and Cairne replaces him as the new warchief, this means the Horde... is divided!

One week later, at the south gate of Orgrimmar, which is the wilderness opposite the main gate. It was a huge pit with a diameter of more than one kilometer formed due to the catastrophe. Tens of thousands of tribal warriors formed a huge circle. At the bottom of the pit, it was this time that Makgora's challenger and the defeated challenger.

Kane first yelled: "Garrosh! I will defeat you! The Horde will surely be destroyed under your leadership!"

"Ouch-ouch——"

Garrosh brandished a sharp axe, and he roared to the sky first, showing everyone his amazing lung capacity. The wild and primitive roar even suppressed the voices of tens of thousands of people for a time.

Immediately, the young orcs from Nagrand burst into even louder cheers.

This is their idol, the strong orc and role model they dream of. No matter what, the one who can lead them to victory is the hero!