My Frostmourne can't be so cute

"See? Ignorant orcs. The power of trolls is far beyond your imagination. You must understand that the entire world of Azeroth belongs to trolls, and all trolls are servants of my Zujin, I This is the real god of this world." Zujin looked at Orgrim's surprised expression, and stretched out his newly grown arms somewhat proudly.

Forest trolls are not naturally green, but because they have lived in the forest for too long, their bodies are covered with moss and spores, and become such a dark green color.

The arms that were reborn by the rent were naturally the original brown, and there was still a trace of mucus on the reborn skin.

"God?" Orgrim suddenly thought of something. He looked at Zujin with a little excitement and asked: "Since your broken arm can be reborn... Then is there any way for you trolls... to make the dead come back again? Into this world?"

Orgrim wanted to resurrect no one else, but his friend, the original chief of the Frostwolf clan, Durotan, the son of Galad.

Durotan and Orgrim have quietly become friends since they were very young, and their behavior violated the ancient and lonely tradition of orcs.

But from the beginning of the race to the later hunting together; from meeting Velen, the leader of the draenei in the city of draenei, to the civilization that destroyed the friendly creatures with blue skin and goat hooves...

Orgrim thought he had done a lot of wrong things, but none of them were as good as his old friend Durotan who hadn't seen him personally.

Durotan traveled a long distance from the hermitage to the Dark Portal and informed Orgrim about the deal between Gul'dan and the devil. After that, Orgrim did not personally escort Durotan away.

Gul'dan never secretly said that he sent people to kill the Durotan family, including his wife Draka and his youngest son.Although Orgrim was angry, Gul'dan had a great effect on the orc army. In order to win the war, Orgrim could only temporarily leave the life of this evil scum.

Although he vowed to avenge Durotan by smashing Gul'dan into pieces at an appropriate time, Orgrim hoped that his old friend could return to his side, and the two would communicate with each other as before. Wrestling, enjoy blood porridge and clefthoof beef ribs together.

In the world of Draenor, after the orc dies, the soul will return to the holy mountain; however, before coming to the world of Azeroth, the holy mountain was ordered to be abandoned by Gul'dan.

After that, no one would think about where the soul of the dead orc would go. Orgrim would sometimes think of it, but couldn't get the answer.

What's more, Durotan died in Azeroth in another world for the orcs. Where would his soul go?

Chapter 245 is broken again

After being attacked by Orgrim, members of the Shadow Council such as Tyrone Gorefiend can be re-summoned by Gul'dan and stuffed into human corpses to become death knights. This is because warlocks have special features that keep their souls alive. The way of the living world.

Gul'dan explained that every sorcerer will make a "soul stone". When their body dies, their soul can still be attached to the soul stone, waiting for the opportunity of resurrection.

However, Durotan was not a warlock, and he did not even have the talent to become a shaman.Orgrim didn't think that in front of his hammer, Gul'dan had the guts to deceive himself on this matter. He could only accept the fact that the orcs' methods could not revive his old friend.

However, today's Zujin, the arrogant emperor of the troll empire, has given Orgrim a glimmer of hope-these ancient guys have mastered many strange witchcraft and magic techniques, maybe... maybe Can Zujin help himself what Gul'dan can't do?

"The resurrection of the dead? It's complicated, but it's not impossible..." When Zujin spoke, the two huge wild boar-like fangs trembled up and down.

"But?" Orgrim's heart was grabbed by ecstasy. At this moment, he even made up his mind-if Durotan could really be resurrected... he would even immediately postpone his originally planned landing plan at all costs.

"However, the object to be resurrected must be a witch doctor." Zujin felt that Orgrim's question was simply meaningless-if a witch doctor felt that today is not the day when the gods call him, then he will naturally choose to resurrect; Why bother with other people to resurrect him?

Orgrim remained silent-after his father died, he had inherited Doomhammer, and he had never experienced such a big mood swing.

When Blackham announced the formation of the orc tribe; when Gul'dan forced Durotan to attack the Draenei city; when Gul'dan announced the exile of Durotan and his Frostwolf clan; when he beheaded Blackham time……

"Compared to this, let's consider the plan of landing..." After a long time, Orgrim spoke again, pointed to the dim night of Lordaeron subcontinent in the distance, and turned off the topic just now.

"Go straight ahead from here, across this narrow sea, which is Fadier Bay, and to the northwest, you will be one of the capitals of the human kingdom, Torrent Fort, once the Frost Road is built, our army can directly land from here. , Captured Stromgarde from behind.” Maybe it’s because Zul'jin, who was reborn with a severed arm, is qualified to participate in his plan, or it may be that Orgrim has no intention of entangled in such matters. The plan and presentation.

Zujin stroked his right eye-in the battle of Silvermoon City, an arrow hit the troll emperor's eyeball. He immediately drew the arrow and threw it back to the one who shot him a cold arrow High Elf Ranger.

The arrow still wearing Zujin's eyeball went into the throat of the high elf ranger, and Zujin lost an eye because of it-an eyeball to be precise.

However, the vitality of the troll was strong enough, and Zujin's right eyeball had now grown halfway, but his eyesight had not been fully restored.

Orgrim didn’t get Zujin’s response. He glanced at the emperor of the troll empire with some surprise, and suddenly thought of something ridiculous-this arrogant troll might not care about him at all. What is his battle plan? All he cares about is that he should show respect to him.

Zujin touched his half-blind right eye, and an evil light burst into his left eye. He straightened his rickety body slightly, which made him look much taller than Orgrim, the tallest orc.

"When will we attack Silvermoon City?" Zujin's tone was full of excitement.

"Silvermoon City?" Orgrim frowned--according to the map provided by Aiden Pernold, Silvermoon City was going to be farther north of Lordaeron. Now, Orgrim didn't even think about what to do. Passing through Thoradin's Wall and entering Hillsbrad Hills, Zujin has already set his sights on Silvermoon City?

"Yes, Silvermoon City. That damn little girl..." Zu Jin gritted his teeth, his mane and long fangs trembled, and he seemed to see the blonde hair in front of him, looking arrogantly. Own, the little high elf ranger leader who spit at him.

"Sylvanas..." Zujin said the name he hated every single word. Every inch of his muscles shuddered because of the desire for blood.

"Sylvanas!" Zujin's intact left eye suddenly turned red. He suddenly drew a hatchet from his waist. A cold light flashed in Orgrim's half-guarded and half-surprised eyes. Zu Jinfa made a deafening roar.

A puff of hot red blood splashed on Orgrim’s chest and face, but he did not care about it at all, because in front of him, Zujin once again cut off the left he had just grown. arm.

The broken arm fell feebly on the marsh wetland by the sea, trembling slightly like a dead snake in the emerald green grass.

Orgrim's gaze turned to Zujin-the face on Zujin's face was twisted, and the muscles on his brow and forehead were trembling non-stop.

Zujin panted heavily, and the severed left shoulder fractured once again, and a large stream of blood flowed out, which was soon soaked in his purple cloth, and dripped onto the grass along the condensed cloth. in.

Zujin's cry just now let Orgrim know that he is not a creature that does not feel pain; but why did he cut off his newborn arm?

Zujin slowly squatted down, pinned the hatchet in his right hand to his waist again, and picked up his broken arm that had fallen in the grass.

"Why?" Orgrim finally couldn't help but speak, uttering the doubt in his heart.

"Sylvanas..." Zujin's lips grinned, with a cruel and evil smile, "The emperor of the Troll Empire has never suffered such insults. Before I caught that damn high elf girl, I I will never recover my left arm. This ugly wound and mutilated body will always remind Zujin, revenge, only the blood of the enemy can make the troll regain its glory!"

The body of the troll seems to be a little different from other creatures. The fracture on Zul'jin’s left shoulder recovers quickly, and the blood that keeps rushing out has automatically stopped. Orgrim can even see countless granules connected at the fracture. Together, a terrible scar was formed.

Orgrim couldn't understand Zujin's behavior. After thinking about it, he could only attribute this behavior to...stupidity."Silvermoon City... coming soon... coming soon..." Orgrim sighed and shook his head.

Chapter 246 The Self-Eating Troll Emperor

With things developing to the present situation, Orgrim was already a bit exhausted.He asked himself that the orc warchief was considered competent, but the battle was not as smooth as he had imagined at the beginning.

After killing Blackham and gaining command of the Orc Expeditionary Force, Orgrim united with the troll empire and found many allies among humans, and in the mysterious man named Deathwing. With assistance, the Red Dragon Queen was enslaved.

However, apart from the capture of Stormwind City, Orgrim's army of orcs has no record—the siege of Dun Modr’s Fortress failed, and the siege of Ironforge failed...

Orgrim has tried his best, and even the trivial customs of dwarves and humans have been applied to the war, but most of the orcs are still too stupid. The only one of them is Gul'dan who is somewhat wise, Orgrim Can't be trusted.

Regarding what happened after landing on the Lordaeron subcontinent, Orgrim himself did not have a perfect idea. Human resistance was stronger than he imagined.

Although Tyrone Gorefiend and his death knights can build a frosty road for the orc army directly behind Stromgarde, and because of the existence of underwater reefs, there is no human army in this area. Garrison, but Orgrim still has no confidence in the battle after the landing.

"Crack squeak..." Orgrim, who was thinking, suddenly heard a small noise coming from his side. Orgrim frowned and looked at Zujin who was squatting on the ground, and suddenly his eyes widened. A strong urge to nausea rushed from his stomach to his throat.

The three fingers on Zujin's right hand were grasping the left arm of the newborn who had just been cut off by himself, and thrust the end of his palm into his mouth, chewing creakingly!

"You...you..." Orgrim hasn't seen a savage scene. Orgrim has seen the scene where the ogre smashes the enemy's head and sucks the brain; but... whether it is Draenor , Or Azeroth, how can anyone in this world eat their own flesh?

"Oh?" Zujin's left eye squinted at Orgrim, making a vague voice.Then, the emperor of the troll empire let go of his mouth, and pulled out his left arm, which had been completely gnawed before, with no bones left, and grinned at Orgrim. laugh.

This smile was so hideous in Orgrim's eyes, Zujin's fangs were still covered with spots of his own blood."It tastes good, do you want some?" Zujin generously wanted to share his arm with his allies.

"No...no..." Orgrim resisted the urge to nauseate in his heart and refused Zujin's request-he always thought that ogres were already the dirtiest and nasty creatures. Unexpectedly, these looked like The still civilized trolls are even more barbarous than the ogres. I really don't know how they ruled the world in the first place.

Zujin put his arm in his mouth again, chewing on his arm bones, and said vaguely: "The taste is not bad...but it's a little sour...it will taste better with moss. Some...but the best ones are the elves...hehe...chuckle..."