That wonderful infinite world

His eyes are always red with anger, but Orgrim is very clear that although the opponent is very keen on fighting and killing, if anyone can replace him in the next time, only Get off this soldier.

What made him gratified was that it seemed that because the tribe had suffered a huge blow, the other party was no longer the one who only thought about fighting, but had regained some ability to think because of the unfavorable situation.

Otherwise, with the irritable appearance of the other party after drinking the blood of Maronus, he would have searched for himself to perform Makgora on the day he suspected that there was something wrong with his body, and use a holy duel to prove who is the most suitable to lead the tribe people, take away the position of the chief of the tribe.

But the other party didn't, but continued to fight according to his own orders, without any intention of disobeying him.

Obviously, the other party also understood that when the tribe was gone, the orcs would also be gone.

Orgrim turned his head and looked at the other party with his blurred vision. Looking at the strong and powerful orc who had recovered his thinking ability and certain leadership ability, he nodded, but shook his head .

"It's not like this, they won't attack, and they may even unite with us."

There was joy in Orgrim's voice. After ruling out all the impossibilities, he made a bold assumption, and his self-consciousness told him that his idea was correct.

Grom couldn't help frowning. The reason why he was still willing to obey the orders of Orgrim, who was almost blind, was because the other party's wisdom was much stronger than his current one.

But if the other party really went crazy, then he could only kill him with regret and take away the position of the great chief of the tribe.

"What do you mean? You mean they even want to ally with us when we've killed so many of them? Orgrim, I don't mean to offend, but is there really something wrong with you?"

There were threats and questions in his voice. After all, he also hoped that Orgrim saw what he didn't see, rather than going crazy.

"Why do you think those humans don't attack us? Saying that our strength makes them afraid can only make those simple-minded orcs believe and feel at ease. Grom, you and I both understand that it is easy for them to drive us away."

Orgrim's voice was still steady, while Grom looked at the other party without any expression, as if waiting for his next explanation.

But in fact he just didn't know what to say.

"No, in fact, I really think they didn't attack because they were afraid of causing huge casualties."

This was his first thought after Orgrim said that sentence.

"Do you remember the weapons of those elves?"

Orgrim looked at the dazed Grom, knowing that the other party hadn't fully understood why, so he explained helplessly.

"What do we think of the draenei?"

Grom understood instantly.

When the Draenei, those with blue, white, purple, and even pink skin came to their world, they were wary of these creatures with horns on their heads and hooves on their feet.

And not only are they very wary, those ogre empires that they can't fight are also very wary of them. Although they have become popular at the beginning, they still have to be careful of the ogre's attack, otherwise they will be captured and become slave.

When these outsiders called draenei appeared, the ogres felt that there were new slaves, and then they sent a large army to attack the cities of those draenei.

Then?

Then the former ogre empire disappeared, and with just one blow, the ogre army disappeared in smoke, and because of this, the orcs were able to get rid of the enslavement of the ogre, and established their own civilization in a fair manner.

Draenei is powerful, and he has mastered this extremely powerful magic weapon. It is the kind of weapon that can make brave warriors die inexplicably at once.

And they are rich in materials, with soft and gorgeous clothes, delicious food, and wealth so luxurious that they can make furniture out of metal.All of this is an irresistible good thing for the orcs. Although the tribes that plunder the Draenei caravan for a living rarely succeed in plundering, every successful plunder can make their tribe close to a year. Don't have to worry about food.

The exquisite products of the draenei, as well as those metals, are what their orcs want to get their hands on.

They are in awe of this power and are also afraid of this power, but

I covet these powers even more, and the wealth and everything behind this power.

"You mean, those elves are draenei, and those humans want to do what we did to them?"

Grom understood everything in an instant. He also knew the combat power of human beings, and knew that they had no resistance against those monsters with long ears, so he understood what Orgrim was thinking.

"Yes, just like the tribes with hatred and gaps between them gathered together to destroy the draenei and became a tribe, those humans will also be afraid of such a powerful force. So they will also look for everything that can Use the power they can use to resist them, and we, who have power they can't resist but are very weak, are the most suitable allies."

Such words made Grom take a deep breath, he knew what Orgrim wanted to say.

"But we have a grudge, Orgrim! Will they ally themselves with the one who destroyed their homeland?!"

But Orgrim just smiled lightly.

"So, they're not orcs."

Chapter 5 The Future as Seen by Two Leaders

But someone had to sacrifice for it, someone had to die for the union between orcs and humans.

Only by handing over those who killed their civilians, their comrades and their countrymen, will they be willing to accept them.

Orgrim is very aware of this matter. No matter what kind of forces are forming an alliance, some necessary sacrifices and concessions are necessary.

And hatred can only be washed away with hatred.

And the best candidate for this person is himself.

That powerful force made him on the verge of death, and human beings also remembered their names and regarded themselves as symbols of the tribe.But the orcs knew that he was not the most powerful one, he was just the most responsible and relatively intelligent among the leaders.

So, why doesn't he use his remnant body to exchange for his own seeds for greater benefits?It was the last thing he would do for his race.

But he will not let the orcs hand him over for peace, this will only make humans look down on them, a force that can hand over its leader to appease the anger of enemies and 'allies' will definitely not be a force that can protect its own people power.

Therefore, he must die in a battle, in a battle provoked by humans, and must let all tribe members see his weakness. In this way, his death will greatly encourage the humans and ease their hatred.

The people of the tribe will remember this shame, and take it as a warning, and will always be on guard against those humans.The newly appointed leader also has to be swayed by these thoughts, even if he can't think of so much, he won't be really deceived by humans,

"But one thing, Grom, we orcs still have to have our own homeland, a land that is not in touch with these humans and far away from these disputes."

Orgrim told Grom all his plans, that he would show the weakness he had been in recently, and then die in the ensuing battle.

"...I don't know how to stop you, Orgrim...I just hope you get a warrior's death."

Grom didn't know what to say. Of course, he knew that the other party had barely survived recently by relying on the potions of warlocks and witch doctors, and each of these potions required a soul.

While he found it fascinating that warriors lived on the lives and souls of the lesser, he knew Orgrim had a kindness rarely seen among other orcs.

"For the Horde."

Orgrim showed a smile. When death is inevitable, being able to sacrifice for the future of one's own race and the peace of one's people, and die with honor, is itself a gift of fate.

"For the Horde."

The two held hands together, and each showed a smile.Grom was not used to this feeling, because he never had any friends.But Orgrim felt nostalgic and lost for a while, because he once had a friend who could communicate with him and help each other.

Durotan.

The other party died in the hands of the assassins sent by Gul'dan, but he couldn't kill the other party for the sake of the overall situation of the tribe.