Chapter 1447: The Shattered Hand Clan of the King of War I
Varian's mind was already focused on how to win this war.
"Tell me the weaknesses of the orcs, and everything about them."
"As commanded."
The light in Maraad's eyes flickered, reflecting on that unbearable memory, the painful experience of the draenei people, and the scarred history.
"The first orc warrior I want to talk about is Kargath. Kargath has no clan. He was born a slave. If you want to get rid of the cruel ogres and gain freedom, there is only one way out, the arena. Kargath is an eater.
The champion in the arena of humans and demons, his cruelty, ferocity, and methods of killing his fellow humans make even ogres tremble in fear.
"Finally, Kargas ushered in the final battle, a decisive battle against a hundred. Kargas fought against a hundred orcs who had experienced many battles. He exchanged their lives for freedom and won an unprecedented great honor.
It was the most brutal arena battle in history. Fighting, killing, and cheering, Kargas was invincible, harvesting the lives of the orcs like wheat. In just ten minutes, corpses piled up in the arena.
Kargath is the only orc left alive.
"But the ogre broke his oath. Kargas paid a hundred lives in exchange for the final reward, which was to be forgotten in the dungeon of the arena. Freedom was just a lie. But Kargas was unwilling to be locked up.
He picked up a sharp stone and smashed his locked left hand. Then he performed alone, killing thousands of ogres with one arm and rescuing all the orcs. From then on, he became a hero.
, a great warrior, and the Shattered Hand clan was born."
Varian was frightened when he heard this. Although he had heard of Kargath before, he was unaware of this experience.
There are such terrifying orcs in the world, Varian asked quickly:
"So what is the Shattered Hand's weakness?"
Maraad replied coldly: "Cruelty, killing, and ruthlessness towards fellow humans, these are all weaknesses that can be exploited."
Varian hung his head again uneasily, this information seemed to have little value.
Maraad sighed and said: "We must admit that our opponent's will is rock solid."
Delano.
The ogre Grimac brought Garrosh to the Hanging Keep.
Hanging Keep, the core of power of the ogre empire Goria, builds the largest arena in the world of Draenor.
Every year, thousands of orcs are thrown into the arena to bleed and die for the ogres' pleasure.
Grimac shook his fat head and said slowly:
"Heroes are of great significance to a race. They are a role model and a goal. Stupid people all dream of becoming heroes, but they don't know that it is an unattainable end point, a fictitious lie, and deceives fools.
It's just a means. Grom Hellscream is the first hero I trained. I have prepared a grand performance for him. Now is not the time. You said that Varian and Thrall are both in the arena.
champion."
Garrosh sneered: "My lord, that is just a false lie. In fact, the two of them have never entered the arena."
Grimac smiled and said:
"Yes, it proves that my evaluation of heroes is correct. This reminds me that a hero from the arena helps the orcs break away from the rule of the ogres. Nothing can encourage the orcs to die. Of course, he must be strong enough.
Weak, so that you can be under my control. A true hero will only be unruly and uncontrollable, and that is not what I want."
Garrosh suddenly felt uneasy, realizing what was about to happen next.
"You look very bad." Grimac asked, lowering his head.
Garrosh smiled awkwardly: "I just remembered some bad past events."
Grimac stared at Garrosh carefully and said calmly:
"Even great chiefs can be deceived by history, and you will soon see the truth."
Grimac is the distant cousin of the head of state Margok, a noble of the ogres, and has a high status. When he entered the arena, the slave master of the arena came out to greet him personally.
"I want to know who is the weakest and most cowardly of the gladiators?" Grimac asked.
The slave owner said flatteringly: "Of course it's Kargath. Weak Fist, a timid coward, the most incompetent orc I have ever seen. He is a clown and a master of gags. The audience likes to see him being beaten by opponents or beasts."
He chased her all over the place, looking ridiculous and embarrassed."
Garrosh's face turned gloomy, and that was indeed what he was thinking.
Grimac turned to Garrosh and whispered:
"Everything you saw today actually happened in your world, but it was the Burning Legion who controlled all of it, the Abyss Lord Maronos you are familiar with."
Garrosh thought of the fanged shoulders of Maronoth. Very few people knew that the origin of this armor was just a hoax.
Grimac smiled and said to the slave owner: "How did such a cowardly orc survive?"
The slave owner looked very flattering: "This man is very servile. A few days ago, I accidentally said that I wanted to taste the taste of an orc's palm, and he actually cut off his own hand and gave it to me, adding that he is my cash cow.
, how could I let him die?"
Grimac showed interest: "It's interesting, take me to meet him."
Kargas' servility earned him a prosperous life. Among all the half-clothed gladiators, only Kargas wore decent robes and had more freedom than other gladiators. He could even beat and scold the orcs at will.
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Upon hearing the summons from an ogre noble, Kargas was so servile that he knelt down on the ground and kissed Grimac's feet.
Garrosh curled his lips, could this be Kargath among the seven heroes of Draenor? Sure enough, the truth of history will only make people sick.
Grimac smiled and said: "Kargas, what do you think of these gladiators? Do you pity their plight?"
Kargas was taken aback for a moment and asked doubtfully:
"Why do I pity them? I hate them so much that I want to kill all the orcs."
Grimac's eyes moved: "Oh, that's interesting. Tell me your reasons."
Kargas said fiercely:
"I have been a slave since I was a child. I grew up among slaves. This group of cruel orcs used all means to torture me and humiliate me. In their eyes, I am not even as good as a pitiful mouse. I am just a tool for their pleasure. I
Growing up in endless hunger and pain. It was the ogres who gave me a prosperous life, allowing me to wear good clothes and enjoy the feeling of fullness. Now I can whip the orcs at will, those who bully me, and those who make fun of me,
They all deserve to die, I hate the filthy race of orcs."
Grimac smiled with satisfaction: "This is exactly the person I need, Kargath, tell me about the weaknesses of the orcs you know well."
Kargas thought for a while: "They worship the strong. No matter how brutally they are treated, as long as they are stronger than them, they will crawl on the ground willingly."
Grimac's lips curled up slightly:
"I know you very well, Kargas. If I let you become a warrior who can fight one against a hundred, rule these idiots, and let them die for you, what price are you willing to pay?"