Reborn as Hokage, I am actually a god

Seeing Durotan leave completely, Kilrogg punched the ground hard, "Shame! It's simply a huge shame."

"Chief, are you feeling better?" At this time, the old priest walked over silently.

"Can you see me like this?"

The old priest took a closer look and saw that the left half of Kilrogg's face began to swell, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. "It seems that the slap from the warchief is not light!" The old priest secretly thought, in fact, for Kilrogg's kind of maintenance He had long been dissatisfied with the traditional behavior of the orcs. Because other clans followed the Holy Church, their lives were now turbulent. Not only did Dundu have meat, but each of them also had bright armor and weapons. If it weren't for the Shattered Hands The members of the clan are not as good as the Blood Cave clan, so I really don’t know who is robbing whom.

In the entire orc tribe, only the Broken Hand and Blood Cave clans are at the bottom, because these two tribes believe in the bravery of the orcs and are unwilling to work with peace of mind. However, the Broken Hand recently changed their clan leader. No longer willing to live like the Xueku clan, he began to join the great development of the tribe under the leadership of the new chief.

Seeing that his clan was about to be at the bottom, how could this not make Kilrogg worried? This led to the dispute between the two clans.

"Chief, how about we make up our minds to develop! Otherwise, in a few years, the Blood Cave Clan will really be expelled. Times have changed! Chief." The old priest advised earnestly.

Kilrogg, who was lying on the ground, stood up silently and looked at the tribesmen who were still wearing animal skins. The light in his eyes flickered. Thinking of today's shame, he couldn't help but feel itchy with hatred. But looking at the tribesmen, The equipment on his body, and when he thought of the steel armor that Durotan's personal guards were wearing, a trace of envy flashed in his eyes.

"Old priest, have times really changed?"

The old priest was stunned for a moment, and then he realized what he was doing. He felt happy. It seemed that this lesson was not a small one for the chief! "Of course, Chief, what if you can defeat the Great Chief now? Without the consent of the Holy Church, you still have no way to become the Great Chief directly like before. Now the attitude of the Holy Church is everything. Without the Holy Church, No matter how strong you are, how many orcs in the tribe will respond to you?

Now everyone's life is getting better and better, and no orc is willing to give up the good life in front of him to fight with other races. "

Kilrogg also fell silent after hearing the old priest's words. Yes, the tribe is not completely left to the warchief now, and does he really have the ability to challenge that huge organization with countless strong men? Kilrogg couldn't help but tremble in his heart when he thought of this, and once again thought of the devastating attack a few years ago.

"I got it! Old priest, arrange for the tribesmen to set off! It seems that we are going to pay attention to repairing the new city this time."

"Well! Chief, I'll go down and make arrangements right away." After saying this, the wrinkles on the old priest's face blossomed into smiles.

At night, when he returned home, Durotan took off his large black suit under the service of his wife, and sat exhausted on the animal skin sofa at home, enjoying a moment of peace.

Draka looked at her tired husband and couldn't help but step forward to gently massage Durotan's temples. "Is the Blood Cave Clan causing trouble again?"

"Yeah!" Durotan closed his eyes and nodded slightly.

"That guy Kilrogg still refuses to change his ways. Why don't you find a chance to kill him, Durotan!" Draka said softly.

"The time has not come yet. The chief of the next clan is not a trivial matter. Besides, Kilrogg is a little smart. He only knows how to bully the Shattered Hand clan, which also does not have good relations with other tribes. This has also led to the failure of the tribe. The impact here is not very big. After this lesson, he will be much more honest," Durotan patiently explained to his wife.

"Haha! Who else can the Blood Cave Clan bully other than the Shattered Hand Clan? The other clans are now developing very well. Each clan almost has its own characteristics. This has also led to the warriors in the clan having sophisticated weapons. Wearing armor will really anger a certain clan, and the Blood Cave clan may not be able to stand up," Draka said with a chuckle.

"But the chiefs of various clans are really tired now! Today during Guyir's coming-of-age ceremony, the chiefs' wives of many clans are still complaining to me, saying that in the past, being a chief only had to take the warriors of the tribe to hunt, but now I almost don’t even think about moving every day, either working on documents or working on documents.”

As soon as he heard what his wife said, Durotan felt relieved. It seemed that he was not the only one who was suffering.

"By the way! That guy Go'ir is here!" Durotan asked curiously. In the past, Go'ir would come over to say hello when he went home, but why didn't he see him today?

"Gu'ir! Recently, the Holy Light Academy will hold an opportunity to go to the temple headquarters for further training. They should be strengthening their training at the moment!"

"You said you are studying at the temple headquarters, but you can't meet the legendary His Majesty the Pope, who is closest to God." Durotan stood up suddenly.

Draka was stunned and nodded. He didn't understand why his husband was so excited.

"This is a great thing!" After spending time with the priests, Durotan understood how proud it was to meet the Pope. At the same time, it also meant that the orcs had truly integrated into the huge organization of the Holy Church. , as the chief of the orcs, he understood that the Holy Church was not a force in this world, but an organization that spanned several big worlds. When he first learned that the Holy Church was huge, he was shocked for a long time before he calmed down.

Seeing her husband walking around excitedly in front of her, Draka felt helpless, "Does Durotan need to be so excited?"

Durotan glanced at his wife slightly, "There are some things you don't understand, and I can't explain them clearly now. All you need to know is that being able to enter the temple headquarters means that the future development of the tribe will not be limited to Azeroth. That will be a bigger platform than even the Dao Orcs can imagine.”

Seeing what her husband said was so mysterious, Draka's heartbeat couldn't help but speed up a bit, "He is indeed my best son."

"Let's go meet that guy Go'ir. I didn't expect that he would give me such a big surprise." After saying that, Durotan ignored his contented wife and strode towards his training ground.

Pushing open the backyard door, he saw an orc who looked somewhat similar to Durotan, but was younger. He was waving the heavy sword in his hand hard. Sweat was flowing out like raindrops all over his body. Wisps of mist were rising, like a A large oven.

Durotan was not in a hurry to disturb his son's training, but quietly observed it. Seeing that each move of his son seemed to have a different aftertaste. With the continuous movement, it was like the ancient orc ancestors were in front of him. As if praying to heaven in times of disaster, his muscles began to tremble violently with each increase in strength, and he could not help but sweat a little more. For a moment, Durotan couldn't help but become confused, and his mind was deeply attracted.

"Father!" After training, Go'ir looked at Durotan standing not far away and shouted in astonishment.

Durotan suddenly came back to his senses and realized that his son had already walked in front of him. He couldn't help but feel scared. If this was an enemy, he might have been killed! But looking at the strong son in front of him, Durotan felt relieved.

"I heard your mother said that you are going to the temple headquarters for further study. What do you think?"

"It turns out that father already knows! I originally wanted to give you a surprise." Guyir smiled.

"You brat! Well done, you are my father's pride." Durotan patted Go'ir on the shoulder and nodded with satisfaction.

"However, my father's trip to the temple headquarters for intensive training will undoubtedly be a new beginning for us orcs. This time, I heard from the teacher that it is not only us orcs, but also humans and high elves as far away as Quel'sas. There are even There are races from other worlds, and I heard that they are preparing to open up new worlds on a large scale in the future.”

"Si!" Durotan couldn't help but take a breath of air. It seems that the temple is making a big deal this time! He could already imagine countless powerful warriors crossing one world after another through time and space channels.

"Are you the only one going this time?"

"Of course not, several other outstanding students in the college will also follow." Guyir shook his head.

"Well! Work hard and don't embarrass our tribe!" Durotan said cautiously.

"Yes! Father, I understand!" Go'ir nodded firmly.