Azeroth has no trolls

Chapter 347 Tribal Chief

With the formation of the Iron Horde, a group of orcs, including Grommash, were excited by the power of the currently united tribes. The last time the orcs were so united was when they fought against the Ogre Empire. At that time The orc tribes, who were still slaves of the ogres, united under the guidance of the elemental spirits and launched a war for freedom and independence against the Goria Empire.

Now, the orc tribes are united again, and the target they are fighting against has become the demons of the Burning Legion who tried to enslave them again, but the demons have been defeated by them.

Even the great demon who wanted to enslave them, Mannoroth, died in the hands of Grommash, the chief of the Warsong clan and the orc hero, so their ambitions began to expand.

Just like Grommash's speech after hacking Mannoroth to death.

Orcs will never be slaves, but they will always be kings.

They want to be the king of Draenor!

The former Gorian Empire no longer exists, and its remnants, the Highmaul ogres led by Malgok, have also joined the tribe, and the orcs have taken the first step towards becoming kings.

Now, they want to target the Draenei in Talador, Draenor's Crossroads.

"Those outsiders do not deserve to live in Talador. I give them two choices! Either surrender to the Horde or die!"

The second issue Grommash raised at the clan meeting was related to the draenei.

Outsiders, the Platinum Clan accompanying Dazar explained some basic common sense about the draenei to the orcs. From the beginning, these orcs ignored this group of timid blue-skinned hooves. of slight contempt.

Facing the invasion of the Burning Legion, these cowards did not choose to stay and fight in their homeland to defend their homeland; instead, they split. The vast majority of them chose to join the Burning Legion, even the one who bewitched their great shaman. The so-called gods are all betrayers of those blue-skinned hooves.

As for the remaining small part, under the protection of the Naaru, they fled all the way to their world. It was even their arrival that attracted the Burning Legion's attention to Draenor.

After connecting all this together, the orcs agreed with Grommash's proposal. The orcs hated cowards, and Draenei's behavior was no different from cowards in their eyes.

Since they are cowards, they are not qualified to be equal to the tribe. They can either join the tribe or be crushed by the tribe. There is no third option.

"Grommash, your idea is too radical. The invasion of the Burning Legion is imminent. We cannot launch a civil war that will sweep the entire Draenor world at this time."

Daza looked at Grommash with a sullen face for raising such an inappropriate topic.

"You also said that the demons of the Burning Legion are about to invade, and those blue-skinned hooves can decisively abandon their world to escape the pursuit of the Burning Legion, then they can also abandon Draenor without any burden. Why should I let a group of cowards consume the resources of our world?”

The more Grommash learned about the draenei, the more he despised this race.

Having fought against Mannoroth, he is the one who knows the demons better among the orcs. He knows that it will definitely be a tough battle with the current Iron Horde to fight against the Burning Legion, and they will lose many warriors.

Why? Let the warriors who will sacrifice themselves against the Burning Legion continue to live a life without enough food. Since the draenei have endless food and sharp weapons, and since they have no determination to resist, they You don't deserve to enjoy these.

These things should be given to the warriors of the tribe to use!

"Have you tried to contact those draenei? Have you tried to communicate with those draenei? What are the actions you are taking now and what Kil'jaeden of the Burning Legion wants you to do? The difference? As the chief of the tribe, you'd better think clearly before making any orders."

Daza scolded Grommash with a straight face for his impulsiveness, at least it seemed to him an impulsiveness.

He only thought that Grommash did not have a clear understanding of the current situation of the draenei, so he had this deviant understanding. The solution was very simple, he just needed to talk to the draenei more. That's it.

"Chief of the Platinum Clan, you are not even an orc! I am very patient to allow you to attend the meeting here! You should pay attention to your position when speaking!"

Garrosh didn't like to listen to others scolding his father. When he was in Azeroth, he had heard that the relationship between the draenei and the night elves was good, and it seemed even more so now. .

"Garrosh, shut up!"

Grommash reprimanded his son. He and Daza only had some conflicts over their treatment of races other than orcs. Personally, he still admired this man.

Hearing what his father said, Garrosh couldn't say anything more. He remembered his mission. He was here to help his father and change the history of the old tribe.

"Think carefully, Grommash. In this regard, you can also ask Ner'zhul more. He should have some communication with K'urei and other draenei priests, right?"

Daza said and looked at Ner'zhul, who was sitting silently by the campfire.

Grommash also set his sights on the great shaman, wanting to hear his opinions.

"The Draenei are the same as us. They will also defend our world. We need to discuss with them whether we want to absorb them into the tribe. As for directly sending troops to threaten to attack them, I have reservations about this."

Ner'zhul only said so much on this matter, and he did not intend to let the Shadowmoon clan participate in the possible future war of the Horde attacking the Draenei.

He himself had never thought that he could convince the chief of the Warsong clan to listen to his opinions.

He is just the great shaman of the orcs, not the chief of the orc tribe.

"We want to be kings, and there is no need for two kings on Draenor! I support attacking those blue-skinned hooves!"

Kargas had a cruel expression on his face and raised the fist blade in his hand.

He strongly supports Grommash's ideas. Those cowardly people are not worthy of existing in this world!

"I support the Warchief's idea. In order to ensure the smooth path to the Dark Portal, we need to control the Talador region."

Kilrogg raised his hand to express support for Grommash's decision. In his death prophecy, he saw those blue-skinned hooves among the enemies who killed him.

This all shows that the orcs finally clashed with the draenei.

Prophecy cannot be wrong.

"Blackhand, what do you think?"

Grommash was more confident after receiving the support of the Shattered Hand and Blood Hollow clans, not to mention the fact that medium-sized clans such as the Laughing Skull, the Fireblade, and the Thunder King also supported his proposal. .

Now, he needs to see what the Blackstone clan thinks. If he can win over Black Hand, he can also unify all the orc tribes of the Iron Tribe.

"My suggestion is to build the Dark Portal first, and then talk about attacking other races."

Blackhand naturally noticed that the new Iron Tribe was already divided, which was not what he wanted to see.

Neutral, the Blackrock Clan and the Shadowmoon Clan expressed neutrality towards Grommash's proposal, while the Platinum Clan and the Frostwolf Clan clearly opposed his proposal to launch an army against the Draenei.

Only three large clans supported his choice, which forced Grommash to consider whether to launch a war against the draenei at this time. "Warchief, now is not the time to start a war in Draenor. If you insist on doing so, the White Gold Clan will stop the Horde's wrong decision."

Daza directly expressed the threat. His original idea of ​​forming the Platinum Clan was to directly unify the orc tribes. It would be best if the unification of the orc tribes could be completed through a tribal alliance, but if the unified orc tribe would still be If he plans to develop along the old historical route, the orc clan he formed will also come forward to stop it.

The weapons of the Platinum Clan are not pretty to look at.

The warriors of the Platinum Clan, who are armored and strong-willed, are sure to defeat one against five.

"Are you threatening me, Chief Dasa?"

Grommash was infuriated by Dasa's words. He did not expect that Dasa would choose such a straightforward threat to stop his thoughts.

"I just want you to calm down, Chief."

Daza looked calmly at Grommash and Garrosh, who was standing next to him and was about to explode with anger.

"Makgora, Chief Dasa. If you win, you will be the warchief of the tribe."

Grommash has never been a good-tempered master. Since the other party dares to threaten him to this extent, there is no need for him to tolerate it any longer.

Since no one can convince anyone, let fists and weapons explain it.

This is the tradition of the orcs.

"Makgora? Are you sure? Warchief Grommash, are you sure you want to do this and use the warchief's full strength and name to engage in a glorious duel with me?"

Daza was stunned for a moment after hearing Grommash's words. He didn't expect this guy to be so impulsive. He just criticized him a few words, but he would be so impulsive that he couldn't wait to start a Makgora with him.

"If you, a coward, don't dare, then just obey the chief's orders."

Garrosh snorted and looked at Daza.

He has seen a lot of night elves. The last time he was knocked down by this night elf was because of his sneak attack. This time he would not believe that this night elf could defeat his prepared father head-on.

"Okay, then let everyone here be a witness!"

Daza glanced around at the orc leaders present. He did not expect that after going around in such a circle, he still had to become the chief of the orcs before he could proceed with the next plan.

"Swear before the spirits of elements and ancestors, we will witness this sacred Makgora ceremony, and the winner will become the chief of the tribe."

As the great shaman, Ner'zhul read out the duel oath.

Makgora allowed time to prepare, and Grommash and Daza agreed that the duel would take place in the early morning of the next day, and the location would be in front of the Prophecy Stone in the Nagrand Grassland.

As dawn fell, Dasa, who was half-naked, with a round shield in one hand and a spear in the other, welcomed Grommash, who was carrying Gorehowl, at the duel site. The meadow was already surrounded by onlookers. , all of them are extremely looking forward to this duel to determine the position of the great chief.

"It's not too late for you to show your surrender to me now."

Grommash held the battle ax and stared at Daza with his eyes.

"I don't like to surrender to anyone, but cooperation is fine, Grommash."

Dasa held a shield in one hand and looked at the opponent lazily while holding the spear on his shoulder.

"You are really a arrogant guy than me. If that's the case, then let's have a good talk with weapons!"

Grommash could feel that the elf in front of him was more stubborn and arrogant than him.

Since words can't convince the other party, then try to understand the other party during the battle!

Gorehowl let out a frightening scream in Grommash's hand. Even though Dasa was taller than Grommash, Dasa still had to raise his shield to resist the opponent's blow from the sky.

Although this blow deflected Dasa's shield, Grommash's blow still split the shield in Dasa's hand into two halves. As soon as the battle began, he lost a weapon.

After Grommash destroyed Dasa's shield with one blow, he did not continue to attack but retreated slightly, reorganized his posture, and charged towards him again.

After Daza's shield was split in half by Grommash, the onlookers present remembered the shocking cheers. They all cheered for Grommash's power.

Daza, who was holding a gun in both hands, did not choose to retreat when faced with the charging Grommash, but also raised his gun.

The height advantage and the length advantage of the weapon gave Dasa an advantage in the attack against Grommash. For the first time, Grommash felt the trouble caused by the difference in weapon length between a similarly pure warrior. How serious.

It was obviously just an ordinary steel spear, but under Dasa's swing, a forest of guns was formed in front of him. His attack was neutralized by the opponent's attack. Grommash wanted to exchange injuries with Dasa. The injury must be able to hurt the other person.

His blood roar couldn't even reach Dasa's hand holding the spear.

Under the thrust of the spear, Grommash started with a shield-cleaving offensive at the beginning, and turned into a embarrassing defensive situation under Daza's spear.

Garrosh looked at the situation in the duel, and was also worried about Grommash's current situation. He had never seen a night elf general who could compete with the orcs in hand-to-hand combat.

Daza, he had never thought of which night elf this name belonged to until now.

As the sparks burst out when the ax blade collided with the spear tip again, Daza accelerated the thrust. This acceleration made Grommash unable to react, and he watched helplessly as the spear slashed across his waist.

But this distance was enough for his Blood Roar to hit Dasa's chest.

"Let's get hurt together!"

Grommash struck Daza with the blood roar in his hand, but he didn't expect that the other party would catch the blow with just one hand.

"It's time to finish, Grommash."

Daza said, holding the spear shaft in his right hand, and hit Grommash hard on the head, knocking him unconscious with one blow, and Gorehowl was also disarmed by him.

The Makgora ceremony between the two ended with Dasa's victory, and Ner'zhul also announced the result at this time.

Daza became the second warchief of the Iron Horde.

(End of this chapter)