Chapter 200 Baglash

Even Duke didn't know it, because he tricked Orgrim hard, which led Orgrim to introduce a ritual that had never appeared in any "history"-Baglash.

It is a ritual to honor orcs suspected of being traitors.

The ritual was simple, violent and bloody.

That is, under the witness of at least a hundred orc warriors, seven recognized warriors will insert seven daggers on the participants of the ceremony. A dagger cannot inflict fatal wounds, injure tendons and bones, or injure internal organs.

Participants then face a recognized warrior—usually a chieftain—with seven daggers in their bodies.

Only when the participants win the duel will they be deemed to have been cleared of suspicion and their reputation restored.

No one knows why Kilrogg would have offered to let Orgrim attend Bagrash. If one had to impose a reason on Kilrogg, it would be his 'dead eye' that could no longer see

Kilrogg was born into the Bleeding Hollow clan on Draenor. When his people were about to be wiped out by the Arakkoa, Kilrogg was unwilling to bow his head and admit defeat. Under the arrangement of his wounded father, he followed the clan's ancient tradition: found the hidden chamber named after his clan, and performed the terrible ritual of sacrificing his left eye in exchange for seeing the future destiny.

During the ceremony, Kilrogg foresaw that his own death was far away, so he knew he would survive it. Inspired by fate, he seized control of the clan and led the Bleeding Hollow clan to smash the threat of the arakkoa, and then won countless battles.

In the following years, he slaughtered any dissidents, even his closest relatives could not escape the death penalty, and he always hoped that his fate would come to him step by step.

Although the orcs are brutal, they are mostly superstitious. With no shaman in the tribal camp at the moment, Kilrogg's 'dead eye' has become quite convincing.

Without hesitation, Grom Hellscream and Samuro and other high-status warriors agreed to Kilrogg.

"Orgrim Doomhammer! To prove your innocence, why do you accept [Bagra what]?" Kilrogg's voice was indifferent, but also with a sense of sharp oppression. The terrifying aura that only a warrior who walked out of the sea of ​​​​mountains and blood would have.

He is old, but no one can deny that he is still one of the strongest fighters in the tribe.

"I accept!" Orgrim stood amidst the suspicious eyes of countless orcs: "I not only accept, I also demand that when accepting [Bagrash], [Mak'Gora] should be activated at the same time!"

"Hiss—" Countless orcs gasped.

This meant that Orgrim had to accept the challenges of at least seven chieftain-level warriors in one breath while being stabbed seven times, and he could not stop until there were no more challenges.

Of course, if Orgrim succeeds, he will be the second great chief of the entire tribe after Blackhand!

There was unconcealed surprise on every orc's broad face.

Either Orgrim is the most ridiculous lunatic, or he will be the sharpest warrior the Horde has ever seen, bar none!

"Come on!" Orgrim slammed his chest, making a loud bang!

Kilrogg didn't speak, and pulled out a long, curved bone blade with his backhand. This bone dagger was at least thirty centimeters long. With a flash of white light, the entire dagger has been inserted obliquely from above the left collarbone, passed through Orgrim's thick muscles like a city wall, and pierced out from above the left shoulder blade.

Blood spatter, shocking!

"Huh—" Orgrim didn't even groan in pain, he just clenched his fists tightly.

Grom* Hellscream stepped forward, expressionless, and directly pierced Orgrim's right arm with a dagger, only avoiding the tendons and bones.

"Woo..." Orgrim hummed.

Samuro, Sword Master of the Burning Blade Clan followed behind, piercing Orgrim's right thigh with a dagger.

Then the fourth, fifth... seventh warrior went up.

Each one left a dagger on Orgrim's body.

At this moment, Orgrim has become a hedgehog, a bloody hedgehog.

"Who!? Who is willing to use the life of Orgrim* Doomhammer to prove his bravery? Who is willing to get this [Doomhammer] openly!?"

Orgrim's roar resounded like a bell, resounding all over the world.

Not many orcs would be willing to kill an orc who might be suspected of disrepute, unless they could gain real benefits from him, which happened to be Orgrim.

Not many orcs can resist the temptation of Doomhammer! Especially after Orgrim used it to kill no less than 500 warriors of all races.

The leader of ogres, monitor lizards, ground dragons, and human legions, Orgrim indirectly proved the power of this hammer with his outstanding achievements.

Suddenly, a flag was thrown in the middle of the field.

"I—Jalar of the Shattered Sand Clan, bet my reputation to fight with you!"

Seeing this opponent who was more than a head taller than himself, Orgrim was a little disappointed. This was the chief of a small clan with only a few hundred people, but as a suspected traitor, he really couldn't ask for more.

In the sky, cirrus clouds stirred.

On the earth, horns sounded.

Whether it is [Maggora] or [Baglash], there is nothing like the most orcish, bloodiest, and passionate confrontation that can attract the attention of orcs.

Only the strong who dare to face life and death will be recognized by the martial orcs. And only this most primitive and slick fight can truly wash away Orgrim's suspicions.

"Come on!" Orgrim yelled violently, and the little chief Gala on the opposite side rushed over.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The solid ground was filled with the sound of Gala's heavy footsteps.

The aura of Gala rushing over gave people the illusion that the mountain was collapsing.

"Go to hell—" Galal bared his teeth, and chopped out a huge machete.

That was enough power to cut Orgrim in two. But once again a hint of disappointment flashed in Orgrim's sharp eyes.

weak!

too weak!

Whether it was strength, speed, or skill, Orgrim was extremely disappointed.

For some reason, he thought of the human Anduin Lothar who killed Blackhand that day. Obviously, he was at a disadvantage in speed and strength, but Lothar insisted on using his perfect unloading skills and wonderful steps to compete evenly with the chief. .

Looking at such an opponent, Orgrim didn't even want to wait a second longer.

In the eyes of outsiders, he dropped the heavy [Hammer of Destruction] by mistake. Only those who know how to know can see that he doesn't pay much attention to Galar.

At the moment when the cut was about to fall, Orgrim used his intact left leg to exert force suddenly, and rushed into Galar's arms with a lunge, and hit the enemy's wrist holding the knife just right with his fist. The next second, his hands suddenly clapped.

The entire head of Galal, who was in the palm, was smashed to pieces in an instant. Like a watermelon smashed with a hammer...

Orgrim looked up to the sky and screamed: "Next!"