Feltis walked over with a wooden stick stained with blood, looked at his father's body on the ground with disdain, and said with a cruel smile:
"Garbage, tell me, is this scene included in your prophecy?"
Young Feltis has the same strong muscles as his father, sharp fangs, a ferocious face, and is extremely ambitious.
I have long heard that some warriors in the clan are very close to him.
Kilrogg shivered with fear and hurriedly knelt on the ground.
Feltis said proudly:
"I have wanted this old guy's life for a long time. He betrayed his grandfather's whereabouts to the arakkoa. This is his retribution. Kilrogg, tell me your prophecy."
The smell of blood stimulated Kilrogg's nerves, almost causing his heart to stop beating and his mind to go blank.
"Prophecy, I need prophecy. The only value you have in this world is prophecy."
Feltis yelled angrily, pointing at the headless corpse on the ground:
"Do you want to die with him?"
Fear caused Kilrogg's mind to spin rapidly, and he hesitated:
"In the prophecy, Nantrog, the chief, colluded with the dirty arakkoa. He, he betrayed the Bloodring Clan. He is a shameless traitor."
"Well said!"
Feltis raised the corner of his mouth and lowered the raised stick gently, realizing that the prophecy was actually very useful, such as the legality of killing his father to seize power, which made him give up the idea of killing Kilrogg.
In order to survive, Kilrogg had to blaspheme the sacred Dead Eye prophecy again and again, closing his eyes and saying nonsense:
"Feltis, the destined son of the Blood Ring Clan, killed the chief who betrayed the tribe. The prophecy told me that your courage will lead the Blood Ring Clan to glory."
Feltis grinned widely, and gently nodded Kilrogg's head with the wooden stick covered in brains and blood:
"You are indeed a filthy trash, as disgusting as your dead-eye prophecy. I allow you to chew bones at my feet."
Kilrogg's anger surged up, filling his chest instantly and almost gushing out.
It's nothing to hide under the table and pick up leftovers like a dog. After all, that's what he's been doing all these years.
But he could not tolerate Feltis' insult to the Dead Eye prophecy.
This is the only dignity he has left.
Feltis was immersed in the joy of killing his father. He simply put the wooden stick aside, opened his arms and faced the dazzling sunlight and said:
"This is really a beautiful moment. From now on, I will be free and uncontrolled. My father is a coward, but I am different. I want to go to war with the arakkoa. My warriors are coming, and they support me to become the new chief.
Errogg, I need your prophecy about the arakkoa, tell me that the Bloodring Clan will win."
Feltis turned around with a smile and found Kilrogg picked up the stick and smashed it hard.
The thin Kilrogg didn't have enough strength, but he still knocked Feltis staggering, and blood flowed freely along his temples.
"You useless trash, I'm going to tear you apart."
Feltis, who had been severely injured, was uncoordinated with his hands and feet. Kilrogg bit his lip tightly and struck down with another stick.
His forehead was hit hard again. Feltis could no longer stand up and hurriedly begged:
"Don't kill me, spare my life."
The gushing blood made Kilrogg particularly excited. His one eye was filled with blood. He forgot the pain and fatigue, and only had one thought in his mind.
He raised the wooden stick and hit Feltis one after another.
I don't know how long it took, but Feltis almost turned into a puddle of meat. Kilrogg was so tired that he threw away the stick. Then he realized what he had done and laughed crazily.
The sound of heavy footsteps came, and a dozen orcs with ferocious muscles appeared in front of Kilrogg. They all looked at the two corpses on the ground with horrified expressions.
They were all close followers of Feltis, the most powerful berserker of the Bloodring Clan. They were preparing to welcome the new chief, but what they didn't expect to see was a bloody corpse.
Kilrogg's mind was buzzing, and the scene in front of him was distorted and deformed. The blood flowing in the depths of his pupils continued to expand, and his vision turned blood red. At the same time, there were chaotic and noisy sounds in his ears, as if countless
People were whispering, and crazy ideas were constantly taking shape in their minds.
"I saw the future of the Blood Ring Clan, with mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and rivers of blood. The prophecy told me that I would not be killed."
Kilrogg unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his bony chest, and said with a ferocious smile:
"Come on, come on, I killed their father and son, you cowards and cowards, do you want to avenge the chief? See if I can be killed."
Kilrogg stepped forward and grabbed an orc's arm, and put the ax in his hand to his neck:
"I have endured for a long time because I have predicted their death date. Can the sharp battle ax take my life? My prediction tells me that no one can kill me."
Kilrogg's face was getting closer and closer, his empty left eye still bleeding, and his only remaining right eye shot out a bloody light.
The axe-wielding orc was so frightened that he was sweating profusely, and the battle ax in his hand fell to the ground unconsciously.
"Come on, come here and kill me. The bravest berserkers of the Bloodring Clan, use the weapons in your hands to kill me." Kilrogg continued to shout.
All the orcs showed a look of horror. They were not afraid of life and death on the battlefield, but they were in awe of the mysterious Dead Eye prophecy and this terrifying supernatural power from the bottom of their hearts.
"I, Kilrogg Deadeye, have been favored by fate. I exchanged my left eye for immortality. I am the master of Tanaan Jungle. Warriors, are you eager to fight? I see each of you.
When a person dies, only I can lead you to rebuild the glory of the Blood Ring Clan."
Kilrogg, who was desperate, originally thought he would not be recognized by the berserkers, but he had nothing to lose, and the most he could do was to be chopped into pieces.
But a surprising scene happened. These bravest berserkers of the Bloodring Clan knelt on the ground one after another and pledged their allegiance to the new chief.
At this moment, Kilrogg finally understood the true power of the Dead Eye prophecy.
When Grimak and Garrosh arrived in Tanaan Jungle, the chieftaincy dispute of the Bleeding Circle clan had already been settled.
"What an unexpected development!"
Grimac exclaimed:
"I originally liked Feltis. This young man is courageous and ideal. He is a terrifying berserker, although he is a bit impulsive. I have never heard of Kilrogg Deadeye."
Garrosh looked at Grimac carefully, but unfortunately saw nothing.
Is this ogre pretending to be confused, or does he really not know? Garrosh became more and more puzzled.
Grimac said with a smile: "By the Holy Light, this is destiny. Now let us go to meet the most difficult one among the Seven Heroes of Draenor, Warlord Hannibal."
Garrosh frowned, having never heard of this name before, and asked, "Who is Hannibal?"
Grimac showed a surprised expression, then smiled and said:
"You come from the outside world, so you don't understand. Among the orcs, Warlord Hannibal is the most famous one. He is the chief of the Blackstone clan and the younger brother of the sword master Samuro. He is stronger than a hundred Samuro.