Reborn as Hokage, I am actually a god

"Chief! Oh no, the big...the big chief is here!"

Just when Kilrogg was thinking a lot, an orc soldier ran over in a panic to report.

"Why are you panicking? It's just that I came here to mediate the Broken Hand clan's trivial matter." Kilrogg glanced at the panicked tribal warriors with a sinister expression.

"No! Chief, the great chief came here with the tribe's soldiers, and now he has surrounded the entire clan."

"What!" Kilrogg stood up suddenly, "What does he want to do!"

"It seems that the great chief came here with bad intentions this time!" the old priest on the side said leisurely.

"Let's go! Go out and take a look!" Kilrogg did not dare to delay any longer and quickly led the old priest towards the door. As soon as he left the clan hall, Kilrogg saw the orc he hated most, Durotan. , standing in the center of the square of the clan building with a solemn expression, exuding an unparalleled depressive aura.

"Haha! Isn't this the Great Chief! How come you have time to come to my Blood Cave Clan?" Kilrogg opened his hands, looking very welcoming, and walked quickly towards Durotan, without any trace of what he just said. A sinister aura.

However, in the face of Kilrogg's enthusiasm, Durotan still had a cold face and did not give Kilrogg any face. "Kilrogg, immediately return the materials you stole from the Shattered Hand Clan and go to the Shattered Hand Clan." The chief apologized."

Kilrogg's face turned cold as he hugged Durotan enthusiastically, "Warchief, what you said goes against the tradition of the orcs. There is no reason to give back what you have snatched with your strength."

Seeing that Kilrogg remained stubborn, Durotan couldn't help but look at Kilrogg sharply, "Oh! Do you really think it is necessary to preserve this tradition!"

"Great Chief, I'm not telling you, bravery is what the orcs respect. Look at how weak the orcs are now. They only complain when something is robbed. In the past, it was settled through a duel between the orcs. In this kind of thing, natural selection will prevail, and the strong will be respected. This is the unchanging law of the world. "

Looking at Kilrogg's vow, "That's enough! Kilrogg, your ability to argue with strong arguments has improved a lot." Durotan yelled angrily, "The tribe today is no longer the one that only relied on force to solve problems. The tribe is in trouble. We need to unite, not fight among ourselves! If every clan wants to snatch the resources of other clans like you, the tribe will die sooner or later."

Kilrogg didn't take it seriously, "Humph, Warchief, you are alarmist! The strength of the tribe has never been based on unity, but on our fists."

"Fists?" Durotan sneered, "If we only have fists, what is the difference between us and beasts? The reason why the tribe can survive on this continent relies not only on force, but also on wisdom and unity. And you, Ji Errog, he only pursues force and ignores other more important things."

"I think you were brainwashed by those weak guys!" Kilrogg retorted.

"No, I just saw the future of the tribe." Durotan said firmly, "We can't let this kind of internal strife continue, otherwise the tribe will never get ahead. Today, in the name of the war chief, I order you to immediately Return the stolen supplies and apologize to the Broken Hand Clan. This is my ultimatum to you!"

Kilrogg's face was extremely gloomy, "Warchief, if I don't pay back!"

Durotan stopped talking and looked at Kilrogg coldly, "Are you sure?"

"Hmph! If they want supplies, let them rely on the strength of the tribe. If you have the ability, come and get it!" Kilrogg waved his hands, looking like he was choosing people to devour.

"You said you were here to maintain the tribe's traditions, so let's feel the past traditions." After saying this, Durotan waved his thick arm and hit Kilrogg in the face.

Kilrogg was still wondering what Durotan meant when he saw a futon-sized palm slapping towards his face.

"Damn it, Durotan, you actually dare to humiliate me!" Kilrogg roared angrily, hurriedly trying to block Durotan's attack with his own hands, but the distance between the two sides was too close, and Durotan's slap was very powerful. Heavy and fast.

With a "pop!", Kilrogg flew out in an instant. Seeing that their clan leader was humiliated, all the orcs of the Blood Cave Clan took out their weapons and yelled at Durotan.

However, Durotan's personal guards surrounding the square were not indifferent. They instantly took out the bright and cold battle ax from their waists, exuding a powerful momentum and pressed towards the orcs of the Blood Cave Clan. Compared to the Blood Cave Clan, The orcs wore simple animal skin armor, but Durotan's personal guards all wore white and silver armor forged from steel, covering almost their entire bodies, and each one looked like a moving humanoid tank.

Instantly angry, the orcs of the Blood Cave Clan felt the powerful power, their eyes became frightened, and their arrogant momentum also weakened.

Kilrogg shook his head, which was a little dizzy. His only eye looked at Durotan as if it was bloodshot. He gritted his teeth and said, "Durotan, don't think that just because you are the warchief, you can do whatever you want."

"Don't you want to maintain the tradition of the orcs! Am I not showing the tradition of the orcs now? Why do you do whatever you want? Don't you think the strong should get everything? Then you see who is stronger, you or me." Durotan He walked towards Kilrogg step by step. His whole body exuded a horrified aura.

Kilrogg originally wanted to refute, but he was stunned but didn't know what to say. When his methods were used on others, he could be said to be arrogant, but when he used them on himself, they were incomparable. Frustrated. Kilrogg quickly turned his brain, which only had muscles and few brain cells.

"You are already recognized as a strong man by the tribe. You have everything in the tribe, what more do you want!" Kilrogg, who knew he was invincible, shouted at Durotan.

"Haha! You also know that I am recognized as the strongest, so why do you still come to teach me how to do things? Let me tell you, the reason why you can still stand in front of me and speak well is because of this custom-made by the temple. A set of rules, otherwise Kilrogg, who do you think you are? If you have the temper to talk in front of me, you may have forgotten what it was like when Blackhand ruled the orcs."

Durotan slowly knelt down and looked at Kilrogg with sharp eyes.

Under Durotan's powerful momentum, Kilrogg lowered his head, not daring to look directly at him, "Warchief, I will return the Shattered Hand clan's supplies, but the clan's rations are indeed a bit insufficient this month."

"Hmph! The other tribes are all developing well, but your Blood Cave clan is in trouble. If you are not good at being the chief, then let's change it to an orc." Durotan said coldly.

"No! War Chief, please give me another chance. Our Blood Cave Clan must change its mind." Kilrogg immediately became nervous when he heard that Durotan wanted to change his chief. He already had a strong desire for power and lost it. The position of chief is no more uncomfortable than killing him.

"Recently, the tribe will build a new city in the newly developed swamp. All the Blood Cave clans will help me build the city. I will pay the wages according to the normal orc wages. I tell you Kilrogg, this is your last Chance, if something like this happens again, it won’t be me next time, but the law enforcement force of the church. Don’t take the church’s usual attitude towards the orcs as a bargaining chip. You must know that they will not kill the orcs. Blinking."

Kilrogg's body went cold. Only then did he remember that during the war, the priests eliminated the orcs like cutting straw.

"I understand. Chief, I will never cause trouble again."

Looking at Kilrogg, who had almost taught him a lesson, Durotan nodded silently, then stood up and greeted his bodyguards, and strode away from the Blood Cave Clan. Before leaving, he took a look at the rags all over his body, as if he had just arrived in Ai. Xerath lowered his head and glanced at the orcs of the Blood Cave Clan, "You all work hard for me. It is a big project. As long as you have the strength, you will not be hungry."

"Yes! Great Chief, congratulations to the Great Chief!"

The Blood Cave clan responded in unison.

Durotan nodded with satisfaction when he saw this.