Chapter 199 Judgment

Just when Duke arrived in South Sea Town and was about to set off to visit the Barov family, a super event happened to the tribe.

Judgment!

"traitor--"

"Orgrim - shame on you orc -"

"Hey wolf! Hey wolf! Hey wolf!"

The hustle and bustle filled the entire tribal camp.

The eyes of every tribal warrior were bloodshot with anger, and their necks seemed to be stuffed with two dicks, thick and thick red. They opened their mouths full of fangs, and roared hoarsely.

In the center of the venue was Orgrim, kneeling on his knees—the former deputy of the great chief, and now a traitor in the eyes of all the orcs.

The horn that summoned all the chiefs was still humming, and the sound of the horn seemed to be wailing for the accidental death of the great chief, and it seemed to be awakening the anger in the hearts of the orcs.

Countless large and small stones were thrown at Orgrim who was kneeling on the ground.

These stones, the largest of which are the size of a human fist, cannot cause fatal injuries when they hit Orgrim's face, but they are very painful.

However, the pain in the body still cannot surpass the pain in the heart.

It was the heartache of hundreds of thousands of elites being sacrificed, the grief of the unknown fate of the orcs, the grief of knowing that once Gul'dan returned, he would lead the orcs to their extinction.

Orgrim's spiritual world still played back the scene of that day.

The voice and smile of his friend Durotan still echoed in his mind:

That day, Durotan came.

He told Doomhammer everything he knew - the pact with the demon lord, the sordid origins of Gul'dan's power, the clan's betrayal by the Shadow Council.

And the final, ignominious doom awaits the orcs when they are thrown as bait to the demons of the Burning Legion.

Orgrim listened, trying to keep his broad face impassive, his bearing and posture befitting that of the warchief's second-in-command.

Yet within his massive chest, his heart throbbed as violently as his famous Doomhammer struck human flesh.

Are these real?

This is almost like a nonsense story about an idiot whose head was messed up by an unknown energy in the void when he passed through the Dark Portal.

demon? Dark contract?

What a joke!

But, that's what Durotan said.

Durotan was not only one of the wisest, bravest, and noblest chieftains of the Horde. He is also an old friend that Orgrim has trusted with his life more than once, and he has repaid Orgrim's trust more than once with his greatness, courage and integrity.

If these words came from any other orc, Orgrim would definitely teach him to be a man with a hammer. If the person who said this was Durotan, then Orgrim's answer would be - believable!

And, in the ensuing time, Durotan paid with his life for his integrity and loyalty to the Horde. Both he and his wife Draka were assassinated by the Shadow Council!

Whenever he recalled this scene, Orgrim's hands, which had never been so calm, couldn't help shaking.

Orgrim couldn't help asking himself in his heart: "Am I going to die? Die so uselessly as a traitor? No - I still have a lot of things to do! If I die like this, then there will be no one in Gul'dan However, this true orc traitor will lead the entire tribe into the abyss of death, and shamelessly sell the souls of all orcs to the devil!"

Thinking of this, Orgrim suddenly let out an earth-shattering roar.

"I—not—is—a—traitor—"

Orgrim's voice was so loud, the roar was like thunder, and it actually overwhelmed the clamor of thousands of orcs present. Every orc's face was suddenly stiff, and their growls were suppressed in their throats, unable to utter.

"You are not a traitor, so who is a traitor?" A deep voice sounded, but the voice was impersonal and cold, as if implying the moodiness of its owner.

Kilrogg* Dead Eye, the chief of the Blood Ring clan, because of the accidental death of the great chief, he had to temporarily hand over the army to his deputy, and drove back with his own guards.

Today, when the Blackstone clan has suffered heavy losses, the Blood Ring clan's right to speak has undoubtedly increased greatly. Among the dozens of clan chiefs at the scene, his authority can be ranked among the top three.

Orgrim stood up proudly, meeting Kilrogg's remaining one eye without fear.

For a split second, Orgrim was almost on his tongue, and he almost said 'Gul'dan is a traitor'. Just at this time, Duke's face with a mysterious smile broke into Orgrim's mind.

Duke Marcus—the most powerful mage on the human side, the most cunning wise man, he led all this, he put a hundred thousand orcs to death, and he killed the chief black hand.

If it weren't for him, perhaps the orcs would have spent some effort, but they definitely wouldn't have won such a miserable victory.

Orgrim also has a clearer understanding: only Gul'dan, who is also a mystic, can deal with the existence of the mysterious field!

Whether it is him or the other chiefs of the tribe, there is nothing they can do about Duke.

Thinking of this, Orgrim swallowed the words abruptly, and then laughed wildly.

"Hahahaha! Hahahaha! Kilrogg, you make me feel ridiculous! Why do you think that I am a traitor who murdered a hundred thousand of my compatriots for mankind? Why would you rather believe a lie than a human being? Loyalty of the orcs? Why do you trust a vile mage who repeatedly sets our orcs on fire?"

Orgrim's rebuttal stunned all the chiefs and the thousands of big and small leaders around them.

Orgrim pointed out that Duke was the one who set the fire, which is absolutely true.

Grom* Hellscream strode forward: "Then how do you explain that more than one orc who survived nearby testified that the great chief called you a traitor before he died? Also, why did your people attack the great chief's close quarters?" guard?"

"Don't you think the scene of suddenly going crazy and attacking your own people is familiar?"

It has to be said that Orgrim also has the talent of an actor.

Yes, this scene is really familiar, it is the scene where the orc warlock uses the fear technique on the human soldiers.

"You said Gul'dan betrayed!?" Grom frowned.

"I didn't say it. But you may have discovered that human tactics and equipment have been improving. Then it is not impossible for them to obtain the power of warlocks!"

A group of orc chiefs pondered.

At this time, Kilrogg * Dead Eye stood in front of Orgrim again: "My'Dead Eye' told me that you should not die here as a traitor. I also know that you are the wisest of the orcs One of the most powerful warriors, you also have the ambition to get your hands on the position of the great chief. I can give you a chance to prove yourself, as long as you participate in 'Baglash'!"

Orgrim's heart beat violently, nearly jumping out of his chest.