Chapter 329 Zujin

Especially when Orgrim showed off his magic skill of empty-handed swordsmanship, the troll obviously recognized Orgrim's status as a strong man. You know, he is not a novice. The same thrust has stabbed dwarves and humans in double digits.

"What do you want from our leader, I don't think our leader's meat is better than ours, hehehe." Orgrim used the common language of humans, and so did the trolls. Although the accents of both parties are frighteningly weird, this does not hinder the communication with each other. Especially after noticing that they both have a common interest in trophies—human heads, the hostility between the two sides has diminished a lot.

"We are orcs, from the Blackrock clan of the Horde."

"Trolls, forest trolls, the Amani clan." The troll was surprised that the orcs didn't know the troll race: "Okay, tell me, what do you want to see our leader for?"

"I hope to talk to him, for our common enemy." Orgrim emphasized the second half of the sentence in an emphatic tone.

The Horde's disadvantage at sea cost the Horde dearly. Orgrim wasn't the single-minded guy like Blackhand. He has begun to realize that whether humans, dwarves or elves are bringing more and greater troubles to orcs.

For the orcs to conquer this world, it means defeating the coalition forces of the three very powerful races. This is definitely not an easy task for the orcs who have been severely injured.

Now that the Horde has accommodated the ogres, and the death knights who were humans before, why can't they accommodate the trolls? What's more, the almost identical green skin gave each other something in common.

However, diplomacy has never been based on talks.

All diplomacy is based on force.

Although Orgrim has been very restrained and kept his warhammer a full meter away from his hand to show that he has no malice, the other troll obviously has a different idea from the troll just now.

"We never negotiate with our fine dining."

Good meal? These guys actually think of us orcs as a delicious meal?

Orgrim sneered.

The guy made a shot, a powerful spear throw.

This long-range slam, which seemed to break through the entire atmosphere, had a speed that most orcs could not expect.

Simple and straightforward.

The only characteristic is that it is fast, unbelievably fast, and insanely fast.

The spear thrown just a moment ago was only a small black spot in the field of vision. In the next moment, it has occupied Orgrim's entire field of vision. If things go on like this, throwing a spear will undoubtedly smash the head of the tribe's great chief like piercing a rotten watermelon. Tom, stand where you are like an idiot.

Without even dodging, Orgrim picked up his warhammer. The [Doomhammer], which looked like a heavy weapon, was as light as a dagger in front of Orgrim's shockingly powerful arms.

In less than a blink of an eye, the huge square-headed black warhammer had already blown a gust of wind, and the hammer was swung like a baseball bat to hit a baseball, hitting a perfect 'grand slam home run'--the one that flew into the air Orgrim actually turned back the troll's spear, and the broken shaft pierced the troll's knee firmly.

The guy let out a terrible howl and hugged his shot leg tightly.

"Drink—" Orgrim yelled a loud battle cry.

The huge roar suddenly made the surrounding leaves roar with Orgrim as the center.

The other trolls were stunned by Orgrim's roar, and they stopped the attack they should have made to save their companions. Of course, Orgrim would not give the guy who dared to offend the Horde Warchief a chance to beg for mercy.

He needs a stand up.

The guy who hit the front of his hammer must die!

With an earth-shaking jump, Orgrim leaped forward, spanning a distance of five meters, and came to the felled guy like a god descending from the earth.

【Hammer of Doom】Bringing Orgrim's provoked anger and unparalleled power, he smashed the guy's head fiercely.

"puff!"

The troll's skull turned into a rotten watermelon for the first time. This is not the end, in the next half an instant, from the collarbone, shoulder blade to disc bone, leg bone...all the bones and flesh and blood within the killing range of [Doom Hammer] were smashed to pieces, and blood was scattered everywhere.

A troll with a height of more than 2.30 meters turned into a lump of meat sauce that no mother could recognize in an instant.

"I'll say it again, I want to see your leader!"

The word of request, the tone of command.

While roaring, Orgrim turned around and put his strongest pressure on the other guys. And these trolls still haven't recovered from this bloody and brutal counter-kill.

They shivered.

"Take me to him, or I'll kill everyone who won't, and find the trolls myself who will take me."

【Doom Hammer】Hold it up high, with the cheers of the orcs as the background, with the blood dripping from the black stone hammer head, plus the faded hair and the broken bones and rotten flesh, every remaining All the trolls lost the courage to challenge Orgrim.

Orgrim's leaking arrogance played a role, and all the trolls took a step back. They pinned their spears to their backs and spread their hands to show that they were not hostile. Then out of them came a troll with a necklace of bones around his neck.

"You wish to speak to Zukin?"

"If Zu'jin is your leader's name or title, then yes." Orgrim nodded.

"You'll see him."

"We'll wait here," Doomhammer announced calmly to the troll and his men.

An hour later, without any warning, a shadow emerged from the woods with huge and silent steps, carrying the troll and three other powerful trolls who looked extremely capable at first glance.

"If you wish to meet Zu'jin, I am." Zu'jin was far taller and leaner than the other trolls.

He was wearing an open leather vest. A thick scarf is wrapped around his neck, covering the area of ​​his face below the nose, giving a menacing impression. Because it was close enough, Orgrim suddenly found that the troll's skin was covered with moss!

What a weird race.

"Do you want our forest? Or do you want to fight us for those despicable humans and elves? If you are here to make a gauntlet, then I have received the gauntlet." Zujin touched his waist, where Hanging two axes.

"No, on the contrary, we have a common enemy." Orgrim grinned, his wobbling fangs making Zul'jin a little uncomfortable.