Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 274: Zul’jin

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 same thrust, he has killed dozens of dwarves and humans.

"What do you want from our leader? I don't think our leader's meat 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 me, 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 something 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 warhammer a full meter 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 meals."

Delicious meal? These guys actually think we orcs are delicious meals?

Orgrim sneered.

The guy launched a powerful javelin.

This long-range blow seemed 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 moment 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 watermelon, of course, assuming that Orgrim, who had the awesome title of Doomhammer, stood there like a fool.

Without even dodging, Orgrim picked up his warhammer. Although the Hammer 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 hammer had already stirred up a gust of wind, and the swung hammer was like a baseball bat hitting a baseball, hitting a perfect "grand slam home 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 mercy.

He needs to establish his authority once and for all.

The guy who hit the front of his hammer must die!

With a leap that was so powerful that it could shake the earth, Orgrim suddenly leaped forward, covering a distance of five meters, and arrived in front of the fallen guy like a god descending from heaven.

The Doomhammer, 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 watermelon for the first time. 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 Hammer of Destruction were smashed to pieces, and blood and flesh splattered everywhere.

A troll that was over two meters and thirty meters tall was turned into an unrecognizable pile of meat 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 me to him, or I will kill all who refuse, and I will go find the trolls who will take me."

Doomhammer was raised high, with the orcs' cheers as the background, the blood dripping from the black stone hammer 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 name or title, then yes." Orgrim nodded.

"You'll see him."

"We'll wait here." Doomhammer announced calmly to the trolls and his men.

An hour later, without any warning, a shadow emerged from the woods with huge and silent steps, carrying the troll and three other powerful trolls who looked extremely capable.

"If you wish to meet 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.