My Frostmourne can't be so cute

"Calm down, you idiot!"

Grom was dissatisfied with the panic under his opponent, he yelled.

The warrior of the Warsong clan froze for a moment, it seemed that it was difficult to understand Grom's words.

"Gul'dan, Gul'dan has appeared!"

The orc warrior of the Warsong clan said loudly—how could he calm down after such a thing happened?

"What are you talking about? Gul'dan?"

Grom couldn't believe his ears. Although he knew that his people could not dare to deceive him, he stood up from his seat in surprise.

"Yes, Gul'dan! And the two-headed ogres with him! They suddenly appeared outside the fortress, and they said..."

The orc warrior replied vaguely.

"Say what?"

Grom is not the only one who is nervous, but Zuherd also has doubts-what is going on?

"Gul'dan said he wants to see you, Chief."

The orc of the Warsong clan ignored Zuherd and snarled at Grom Hellscream.(To be continued.)

Chapter 611: Rebuilding the Dark Portal

"How is this possible? Are you sure it is Gul'dan?"

Grom asked in surprise.

The orcs present all knew that Gul'dan had escaped while they were crossing Kalimdor west, and they didn't know what conspiracy they were going to play.

But now, he dare to come back?Does he think this is his tribe?

"Let him in!"

Grom went back again, and clenched the "Gorehowl" in his hand.

"Gul'dan..."

Tyrone? Gorefiend hesitated.

The leader of the death knight knew his identity was very sensitive, he would not mention Gul'dan easily, but what happened this time was really weird.

"Look at what he has to say, then chop off his head and hang it on my flagpole!"

Grom said angrily.

"If I were you, I would do this later."

Gul'dan's voice came in, and he seemed to hear Grom's words.

"Gul'dan?!"

Zuherd exclaimed.

The orc warlock with a rickety figure and a necklace made of skulls around his neck, as well as his double-headed ogre follower, suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Give me a reason not to chop off your head, Gul'dan."

Grom said angrily.

"Why are you cutting off my head, Grom? I haven't done anything to make you angry, right?"

Gul'dan has a weird smile on his face, and his red eyes are even more creepy.

"You deceived us, let us board the ship, and then disappeared by ourselves."

Tyrone? Gorefiend said angrily.

"At least your ship hasn't capsized, hasn't it? And am I back now?"

Gul'dan spread his hands and said.

"What did you do?"

Compared to whether Gul'dan's behavior was right or wrong, Zuhed was more interested in Gul'dan's ideas.

"I went to the middle of the sea and saw the great master."

Gul'dan said.

"Great Lord? What is that?"

Grom raised his eyebrows, he was very interested in this new vocabulary.

"It's my master. I was in big trouble there, but the great master left me, and he gave me a new task."

Gul'dan replied respectfully—of course, this respect was not for Grom.

"It seems that you have found a new master again... So, what are you doing when you come back? You just want to give me your head?"

Grom mentioned the "Bloodhowl" in his hand. He and his weapon could not wait to feel the dirty blood of this orc warlock.

"The Great Lord wants me to help the orcs and regain the world."

Gul'dan replied.

"Really?"

Zuherd's eyes lit up and asked eagerly.

As a warlock, Zuherd knew Gul'dan.

Apart from power, this guy has never admired anything.

And this also means that this "great lord" who made Gul'dan respectful must possess incomparably powerful power-the power that can free the orc remnants from their current predicament.

"The orcs don't need other help. The orcs rely on themselves, and we will never be slaves. So, you still pray, your great master is so great that you can be cut in two and take you back!"

Grom dismissed Gul'dan's words, he still planned to kill this wicked warlock.

"I believe that the Great Lord can do this... But if you must kill me, Grom, why not wait until I open the portal to the world of Draenor and kill me?"

Gul'dan was not surprised, and answered calmly.

"Can you do this?"