Especially when Orgrim showed his skill of fighting with bare hands, the trolls clearly recognized Orgrim's status as a strong man. You know, he is not a novice. With the sa thrust, he has killed dozens of dwarves and humans.
"What do you want from our leader? I don't think our leader's at is tastier than ours, hehehe." Orgrim used the common language of humans and trolls. Although the accents of both sides were scary and weird, it did not hinder their communication. Especially after noticing that they had a common hobby for the spoils of war - human heads, the hostility between the two sides was reduced a lot.
"We are orcs, from the Blackrock Clan of the Horde."
"Trolls, forest trolls, clan Amani." The troll was surprised that the orcs didn't know about the troll race. "Well, tell , why do you want to see our leader?"
"I hope to talk to him, for the sake of our common enemy." Orgrim emphasized the second half of the sentence with an emphatic tone.
The Horde's disadvantage at sea has cost the Horde a heavy price. Orgrim is not a stubborn person like Blackhand. He has begun to realize that whether it is humans, dwarves or elves, they have brought more and greater troubles to the orcs.
For the orcs to conquer this world, they would have to defeat the coalition forces of three powerful races. This was definitely not an easy task for the orcs, who had already been severely damaged.
Since the Horde has already accommodated ogres and death knights who were previously humans, why can't it accommodate trolls? Moreover, the almost identical green skin makes them both have sothing in common.
However, diplomacy has never been based on talks.
All diplomacy is based on the use of force.
Although Orgrim was very restrained and kept his warhamr a full ter away from his hand to show that he had no ill intentions, the other troll obviously had different ideas from the previous troll.
"We never negotiate with our als."
Delicious al? These guys actually think we orcs are delicious als?
Orgrim sneered.
The guy launched a powerful javelin.
This long-range blow seed to break through the entire atmosphere, with a speed that most orcs could not imagine.
Simple and direct.
The only characteristic is that it is fast, incredibly fast, insanely fast.
The javelin was just a tiny black dot in his vision the next mont it had taken up Orgrim's entire field of vision. If he continued like this, the javelin would undoubtedly pierce the head of the chieftain of the Horde like a rotten waterlon, of course, assuming that Orgrim, who had the aweso title of Doomhamr, stood there like a fool.
Without even dodging, Orgrim picked up his warhamr. Although the Hamr of Destruction looked like a very heavy weapon, it was as light as a dagger in front of Orgrim's astonishingly powerful arm strength.
In less than a blink of an eye, the huge square-headed black hamr had already stirred up a gust of wind, and the swung hamr was like a baseball bat hitting a baseball, hitting a perfect "grand slam ho run" - Orgrim, who had caught the troll's spear, actually hit it back, and the broken spear shaft pierced the troll's knee.
The guy let out a terrible howl and hugged his leg that was shot through tightly.
"Hah—" Orgrim shouted a loud battle cry.
The huge roar suddenly caused the surrounding leaves to whistle with Orgrim as the center.
The other trolls were shocked by Orgrim's roar and stopped their attacks to save their companions. Orgrim certainly would not give the guy who dared to offend the chieftain of the Horde a chance to beg for rcy.
He needs to establish his authority once and for all.
The guy who hit the front of his hamr must die!
With a leap that was so powerful that it could shake the earth, Orgrim suddenly leaped forward, covering a distance of five ters, and arrived in front of the fallen guy like a god descending from heaven.
The Doomhamr, with Orgrim's anger at being provoked and with unparalleled power, smashed hard on the guy's head.
"puff!"
The troll's skull turned into a rotten waterlon for the first ti. This was not the end. In the next half second, from the collarbone, shoulder blade to pelvis, leg bones... all the bones and flesh within the killing range of the Hamr of Destruction were smashed to pieces, and blood and flesh splattered everywhere.
A troll that was over two ters and thirty ters tall was turned into an unrecognizable pile of at paste in an instant.
"I say again, I want to see your leader!"
Words of request, tone of command.
Orgrim roared, turned around and put all his might on the other guys. However, these trolls still hadn't recovered from the bloody and brutal counterattack.
They trembled.
"Take to him, or I will kill all who refuse, and I will go find the trolls who will take ."
Doomhamr was raised high, with the orcs' cheers as the background, the blood dripping from the black stone hamr head, the faded hair, and the broken bones and flesh. Every remaining troll lost the courage to challenge Orgrim.
Orgrim's arrogance worked, and all the trolls took a step back, put their spears behind their backs, and spread their hands to show that they had no hostility. Then a troll with a bone necklace around his neck walked out from among them.
"You wish to speak with Zujin?"
"If Zul'jin is your leader's na or title, then yes." Orgrim nodded.
"You'll see him."
"We'll wait here." Doomhamr announced calmly to the trolls and his n.
An hour later, without any warning, a shadow erged from the woods with huge and silent steps, carrying the troll and three other powerful trolls who looked extrely capable.
"If you wish to et Zul'jin, I am him." Zul'jin is much taller and leaner than the other trolls.
He was wearing an open leather vest. A thick scarf was wrapped around his neck, covering the area below his nose, and the exposed part gave him a ferocious look. Because he was close enough, Orgrim suddenly discovered that the troll's skin was covered with moss!
What a weird race.
"Do you want our forest? Or do you want to fight us for those despicable humans and elves? If you are here to challenge us, then I have received it." Zul'jin's hand reached for his waist, where two axes hung.
"No, on the contrary, we have a common enemy." Orgrim grinned, and his shaking fangs made Zul'jin a little uncomfortable.
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