Hearing this, Zuluhid's eyes widened and he looked at the empty wine bottle in front of him.
Only then did he notice that Moghor had brought two bottles of wine, and each of them drank one bottle, while his own wine was poured from the same bottle.
Anger, confusion, resentment, disappointment, all kinds of expressions appeared on Zuluhid's face. The muscles on the face of the old chief of the Dragonmaw clan trembled slightly, and finally he sighed in resignation.
"You are no match for them, you can't defeat them." Zuluhid said helplessly.
Moghor was unconvinced and said stubbornly: "I am better than them, I am stronger, I am good at fighting, and I also know how to govern the people."
Zuluhid shook his head and smiled bitterly:
"This has nothing to do with excellence and strength. Neither Thrall nor Garrosh are the strongest or smartest among the orcs. Yes, their ability to manage the orcs is not good. Not only are they inferior to you and me, but the people
Any elite among them can do better than them."
Moghor thought he had the answer: "It's just because they were lucky."
The corners of Zuluhid's mouth were slightly raised, and his eyes were filled with pity:
"Child, you are too naive. Luck is only a part of strength. It is true that Thrall and Garrosh have achieved what they are today with the help of noble people, but given the same opportunity, noble people will not choose you and me. Do you know that?
The reason?”
Moghor shook his head in confusion.
"You are not as cruel as they are. They are all emotionless killing machines that are one of a kind."
Zuluhid explained why:
"How can you just sit back and watch thousands of people die? A good comrade who has been with you day and night, who has saved your life many times, turns around and cuts off his head with an ax, and then eats their children. Life is in their eyes
Just careless, just boring numbers, no matter how tragic the death is, it will not make them feel guilty, it will only make them feel excited and look forward to the next massacre."
Moghor lowered his head. He admitted that he couldn't do it and said stubbornly: "I will try my best to do it."
Zuluhid said feebly:
"Some gaps are irreparable. In peacetime, under fair and just conditions, you may be able to defeat them openly. But in the current troubled times, human life is like weeds. The gap between you and Thrall and Garrosh is too big. Their cruelty
You are born with no compassion at all, and you don’t know what kindness is. You will only become a stepping stone for them to move forward. By the way, how long did it take you to make up your mind to poison the wine? "
The young Moghor couldn't bear it and answered honestly: "About one night."
Zuluhid smiled: "For Thrall and Garrosh, it only takes less than half a second. The gap between you and them is too big. I can't bless you and can only wait for you below."
A sharp dagger was inserted into Zuluhid's chest. The proud chief of the Dragon Roar clan would never aggrieve and beg for mercy. Moghor was shocked and turned pale, kneeling on the ground and crying bitterly.
The poison in the wine was not fatal, it just made the other party weak. Moghor did not want to kill the old chief, but wanted to imprison him temporarily and release him when the time came to help him live his old life.
"I have to learn to be cruel, right? Thank you, Chief."
Moghor wiped away his tears, took out his dagger, and cut off the old chief's head.
"Thall, Garrosh, you are my role models and my mentors."
Carrying the old chief's head, Moghor tried his best to make a ferocious expression and walked out of the tent.
The crowd gradually gathered and looked at the head in Moghor's hand. Some tribesmen showed angry expressions, others looked panicked, and most of them were indifferent.
Moghor raised his head. He was unwilling to explain with lies and said directly:
"From now on, I am the new chief of the Dragonroar Clan. The Dragonroar Clan has parted ways with Kor'gall and fully supports Warchief Garrosh's just cause, for the sake of Azeroth and the future of the Dragonmaw Clan."
Among the crowd, Nazgrin showed a smile that seemed to have succeeded in his conspiracy.
Orgrimmar, Valley of Power.
The idea of replacing Garrosh only appeared in the little orc's mind for a moment, and then he abandoned it. He didn't know that some opportunities, once missed, are forever.
Think about how ridiculous it is. Warchief Garrosh has a noble character and extraordinary strength. Whether it is morality, intelligence, or personal strength, he has been the leader of the orcs for millions of years.
Garrosh was born for the position of Warchief. The day he was born, the entire universe resounded with praise. If Garrosh had not been born, the orcs would have been like a long night forever.
This understanding is just basic common sense, engraved in the bones of every orc since childhood.
The little orc shook his head and began to think about how to please the warchief Garrosh. He needed to take all the credit on himself in order to be rewarded by the wise warchief.
By the way, Kor'gall and the Twilight followers he leads must be eradicated.
Ko'gall was a great mage with extraordinary strength. The little orcs thought they were not strong enough, so they calmly fell behind and watched the hot-blooded orcs rush to the front.
When the orcs rushed into the chief's tent, the little man regretted it. There was no one in the tent.
The little orc hurriedly squeezed out of the crowd and stood in front of the great chief's throne, stopping a few playful orcs who wanted to see if the chief's throne was comfortable.
"Stop. The throne of chief belongs to Warchief Garrosh. Warchief Garrosh is our reborn parent. Without the warchief, you would have died long ago."
The crowd was noisy, and many orcs couldn't help but push forward. The small orcs could only find the elite among the common people, and finally succeeded in restraining the chaotic orcs.
The little man couldn't help but pant. Finally, this group of dirty orcs did not interfere with the noble throne. Under the leadership of the elites, the people gradually got order and searched the entire Orgrimmar, but did not find Kor'gall.
It seemed that the Twilight Hammer had retreated, and Orgrimmar was once again in the hands of the orcs. The little man breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but feel happy, as if glory and wealth were right in front of him.
Find an orc who is good at running as a messenger and report the good news to Garrosh in the big beast den in the Trial Canyon as quickly as possible.
The little man began to prepare a grand welcome ceremony to welcome the victorious return of Warchief Garrosh. He did not dare to be greedy for credit. All glory belonged to the great Warchief.
In the Valley of Trials, Garrosh is playing chess with Lorkhan. The warchief is by no means omnipotent. Garrosh's chess skills are extremely poor, but he can always win.
Information from Orgrimmar continued to come in, and everything was under control. Garrosh did not expect that he could drive away Kor'gall so easily, and he couldn't help but look proud.
A guard reported: A messenger came from Orgrimmar, asking Warchief Garrosh to return to Orgrimmar to preside over government affairs.
Garrosh didn't even raise his head and said calmly: "Eat him."
"What?" the guard asked confused, thinking he heard wrongly.