Mannoroth’s roar of pain made him fly back. He raised his dizzy head and blinked to see the scene before him.
The liquid flame shone from the wound, and the disgusting yellow-green color slowly filled the Delaney Sacrificial Pool. For Mannoroth’s huge size, the wound was small, but the blood was as steady as a waterfall. Gourdain vaguely felt that Nero Zu’s weak thing was crying. Gourdain took his eyes off the scene, and the evil blood was pouring from a creature that kept roaring and jumping because of pain. He got up and walked to the edge of the pool. He was very careful not to touch the liquid scratched from his wound. Look at this destroying the blood base. Ergadan watched with satisfaction that it would burn everything that doesn’t come from you, Gourdain. It would wash away hesitant, confused or uncertain thoughts. It would produce a way you can choose to guide hunger and thirst. Your little puppet firmly ruled the tribe. He was wrong. They ruled the tribe. They were all wrong.
Gourdain looked at Kilgardan intently, with his eyes flashing green from the pool and liquid pouring from Mannoroth’s wrist wound.
Gourdain, you will soon rule the tribe. They are all ready. They are eager for what you will give them.
Gourdain looked back at the surging liquid again.
Call them to you. It gives them desire.
Getting familiar with the horn woke up a tribe and told them to get together before dawn. durotan didn’t sleep. He didn’t sleep much. Dellacqua got up and dressed without saying a word.
Suddenly he heard her breathe in quickly, and his horse turned and saw her staring at him with wide eyes.
What’s the matter? he asked
You, your skin, she whispered. He looked down at his bare chest. His skin was dry and flaky. He grabbed two sides of his skin and it looked green. He remembered that he had seen the same color in Gunn’s skin not long ago.
It’s just a light. He said he tried to say that he was Dellacqua, but she was not so easy to be comforted. Dellacqua raised his arm and grabbed her for a few times. Her skin turned green, too. Her dark eyes looked at him and they all saw it. It wasn’t the light that was strange.
What happened to us? Dellacqua asked.
Durotan didn’t know the answer. They continued to dress quietly. He went to the courtyard and waited. He kept looking at his arm. The strange green tone was hidden in the scarred metal armor.
Announcement Yesterday afternoon, durotan was sent by several young orcs in training. He still couldn’t get used to seeing children who just walked a few months ago. Now they are waving knives and axes strangely. They seem to be very satisfied with their state and very happy, but durotan has to restrain his impulse to shake his head every time he sees them.
Durotan found that he was not curious about one of their goals. He always killed and destroyed the bodies as before, and then insulted them. Recently, even the tribal bodies were left on the ground to bring their weapons and armor. When they continued, dead friends or family members would bend over and be silent for a while, but this situation became less and less. Before, they would take the glorious dead bodies home, put them on firewood in a grand ceremony and ignite their souls. Those days are gone forever, but now there is no time to manage the ceremony firewood or the ancestors have no time to manage things. Besides killing Delaney, they also repaired weapons.
He looked at the courtyard numbly, waiting to order Blackham to ride his horse to the gate of the fortress. Everyone could clearly see that he was very windy today, and nothing could stop the wind from blowing into this desolate place, blowing the flags of various clans.
We’re going on an expedition. Blackburn shouted, I told you to bring supplies. I hope you all heard me. Soldiers, get your weapons ready, get your armor ready for treatment, and get your ointment, medicine and bandage ready. Before we go to war, we will go to glory.
He raised his finger to the distance, where gloomy mountains pointed to the sky and occasionally smoked black smoke.
That’s our first. We’ll be in the mountains. What’s about to happen will start a new era in the Millennium. Orcs will know a power that we have never tried before.
He stopped to wait for these words to be heard by everyone, but nodded proudly and whispered among the crowd.
Durotan is nervous. That’s today.
No one said much. Blackburn finished this speech. Let’s go.
A tribe marched with longing, curiosity and excitement. durotan looked at Dellacqua quickly. She nodded to show her plans for him, and then he forced himself to follow the tide of the tribe with heavy steps.
A narrow and steep path leading to a vast highland in Smoky Mountain seems to durotan as perfect as cutting the mountain neatly. Otherwise, the idea makes his hair stand on end. What happened recently doesn’t look like it. Three huge black polished stones lined up in the soil look beautiful and ominous. Animals have been climbing in the sun with armor and weapons supplies for so long. durotan is very surprised about this. It seems meaningless to consume the soldiers’ physical strength before the war. Maybe the battle will be a little late and they will attack the next day after their rest.
To durotan’s surprise, when every orc was in place and quiet, it was not Blackburn who guided them but Gourdain.
Not long ago, Gourdain said that we are still a loose nation, and we only get together twice a year, and we are singing and dancing, beating drums and hunting. His voice is full of contempt. durotan looks at the ground. For hundreds of years, various clans have gathered together during the Koshagar Festival. This is not a stupid thing, unlike Gourdain’s tone, which implies that it is sacred and powerful. It has long avoided clan fighting, but the reaction of the orcs around him makes him feel that this is a lifetime. They rumble with discontent and wave their weapons roughly. It seems that they are so contemptuous of their former stupidity, that is, even those
Look at us now. We are side by side with a clan, next to a clan, the skull-mocking clan, next to the dragon throat clan, next to the thunder king clan, and next to the war song clan. All the people are in Blackburn, led by the British, and you elected him to unify you. Pay tribute to Blackburn.
A shout Dulong Dellacqua didn’t participate.
Under his guidance, our allies wished us to become strong, and we are proud of it. In the past two years, our skills and technology have made greater progress than in the past two centuries. The threat has been broken, and now it takes a final blow to destroy it forever, but first of all, we must pay ourselves in exchange for blessings.
He bent down and picked up a strange goblet, which seemed to be carved from some kind of animal horn. durotan had never seen a split-hoofed cow grow such a big horn. It was also brown with strange carvings on its curved surface. As night fell, those carvings seemed to shine faintly, and the contents in the cup also shone. Gourdain held the cup in front of him, and the yellow-green light cast strange shadows from his face.
This cup is the pious voice of United Gourdain, saying that this cup is a rebirth. Every clan leader drinks this cup, and then they will drink it from everyone in the clan who wants to be blessed. Who wants to come and show his loyalty and accept this blessing?
Gourdain leans slightly to the right towards Blackburn. Blackburn grins and opens his mouth to speak. At this moment, a savage is familiar with the stereo all night.
No, durotan, do you want it or not?
Dellacqua’s hand is tightly holding Dulong Tan’s arm. Do you want to warn him?
Dulong moved his throat. He couldn’t say that he shook his head. No, once he took this thin but mighty orc as a friend, but he couldn’t take the risk to let people know that he clearly understood what was happening in front of him.
Even Grom Hellscream can’t do it.
The chieftain of Warsong clan pushed his way through the crowd. In front of Gourdain, Blackburn watched the hell roar with embarrassment. It was obvious that Gourdain Blackburn planned to let the big chieftain drink first.
Gourdain suddenly smiled. Dear Grom, you seized this opportunity. He said with a slight bow, handed Grom the tumbling green liquid cup. The hot light from the cup made Grom’s face painted to scare the enemy and encourage his allies to look even more terrible.
Grom didn’t hesitate. He held the cup to his lips and took a deep sip. durotan watched and prepared to see the next reaction. Maybe he thought that people didn’t deliver the letter after all. Maybe it was a trap.
Gourdain almost didn’t get the cup back before Grom became stiff and trembling. Grom bent down and whispered in the crowd, full of worries. durotan watched in horror as Grom leaned down and trembled one by one. In front of his eyes, Grom was relatively thin for orcs, and his shoulders widened. His armor was creaked by this powerful body. Slowly, Grom straightened up, taller than ever, and was reshaped by the green liquid. He took a look at the crowd.
Durotan saw from his face that he was even and healthy and green except for tattoos.
Grom looked up and shouted louder than Dulong had ever heard before, and cut his body like a knife. durotan covered his ears like everyone did, but he managed to take his eyes off Grom’s face.
Grom’s eyes are flashing red now.
How do you feel? Warsong clan Grom Hellscream Gourdain asked Chiwen.
Grom’s crazy expression looks so strong that it almost seems like a kind of pain. He seems to be organizing words. I feel extremely strong. I feel that he stops to make a third roar, which seems to be the most roar. I want to tear Delaney’s meat. Delaney’s blood is spilled in my face. I will drink it until I drink more than their blood.
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