Warlord Hannibal's eyelids jumped and he shouted angrily:
"You chose that mutated orc, what's his name, and why he is more qualified to be the warchief than me."
"Because he is recognized by the fire element of Draenor."
Dover the Destroyer said loudly:
"The lava contains precious gems that I like, but your efficiency is too low. Remember, we are not a cooperative relationship, but a gift from me to you."
Hannibal smiled bitterly and said: "It seems that I have to thank you, Dover, you at least gave me a chance to escape."
As night falls, the sky becomes gloomy in the Blackstone Mine, and Hannibal's mood is equally depressed.
He has a fortune stored in the bank of Highmaul in the Gallia Empire, which is enough to live a prosperous life for the rest of his life.
But can the new chief let him go?
What's more, my father's pain can't just end like this, and the Blackstone clan's suffering can't just end like this.
The orc recognized by the fire element must inherit my will.
Hannibal rolled his eyes, and the previous arrangement could be activated.
Challenging the warlord Hannibal and becoming the new chief of the Blackstone Clan is Blackhand's only way out, and the fire in his chest becomes even hotter.
The invincible Warlord Hannibal was a hurdle that had to be overcome. Blackhand had no confidence in his heart. After all, Warlord Hannibal's status had long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
Along the way, the other Blackstone Orcs stayed away and did not dare to become enemies.
Blackhand went straight to the Blackstone Mine and looked for Hannibal's figure in the night.
The miners stopped working and squatted aside to watch the excitement from a distance.
Blackhand is not yet able to skillfully control the flames in his body, which is as eye-catching as a human-shaped torch.
Suddenly, a bright light bloomed, and Warlord Hannibal stood on an elevator, looking down at Blackhand, with the frightening war hammer beside him.
Hannibal smiled and looked at Blackhand with the eyes of a senior admiring a junior.
"Orc, what's your name?"
"Blackhand!"
"After many years, the Blackstone clan finally has another talent."
Hannibal said happily, flicking the dust on his clothes, feeling disappointed:
"I am old, and I have devoted my whole life to the Blackrock Clan. With my efforts, the Blackstone Clan has transformed from a barbarian clan with nothing to nothing, and has become the number one orc clan in Draenor today. We arm ourselves with steel, and no one is like us.
Now in Draenor, when it comes to the Blackstone Clan, no one can praise its greatness."
The Blackstone clan present were whispering.
Although most of the orcs of the Blackrock Clan died of exhaustion before the age of thirty, although there are countless orc bones buried deep in the dark mines, and although there are countless orc ashes in the ashes of the Blackstone Foundry.
But as long as you can be praised and looked down upon by others, all the efforts are worth it.
It is difficult for the simple minds of the orcs to think about overly complicated things. Hannibal's words actually won the approval of most of the orcs.
Among them is Blackhand's old friend Orgrimmar.
It seems that working hard all day long and dying from exhaustion is a matter of great pride.
Blackhand didn't quite understand what Hannibal was going to do, so he just heard Hannibal say sadly:
"I have been worried about who is qualified to lead the great Blackstone Clan if I die. The Blackstone Clan has gone to glory in my hands. The glory cannot end here. A new orc is needed to lead the Blackstone Clan and continue to struggle. Black
Han, you have to
When the fire element of Draenor recognizes it, this is God's will. I am old. Although my swordsmanship is invincible in the world, it cannot withstand the erosion of time. Although I can kill you with just one move, I can't bear to do this.
I can’t bear to destroy the hope of the Blackstone clan.”
Blackhand looked at the bottomless black stone mine, and he did not forget Hannibal's feat of splitting the mountain with one sword, and his momentum was much weaker.
Sword Master Hannibal, the best master of the orcs.
Hannibal stood tall and straight, and slowly stretched out his right hand:
"Blackhand, are you willing to inherit my legacy? I have misjudged many people over the years. Fortunately, I have corrected my mistakes one by one."
Blackhand realized the threat hidden in his words. Looking at the proud miners around him, he finally understood what was the general trend and what the people wanted.
"I do!" Blackhand knelt on the ground.
Hannibal said with a smile: "I feel your determination, good boy. The Blackstone Clan will definitely flourish in your hands. You are the hand that guides the Blackstone Clan forward. I will give you a new surname, Blackhand."
It is an honor for an orc to obtain a surname, which means that he has truly entered the aristocratic class.
Witnessing the smooth transfer of power of the Blackstone Clan, the miners couldn't help but get excited and shouted Blackhand's name in unison.
Hannibal waved his hand, the crowd's shouts gradually subsided, Hannibal's eyes were deep:
"It is the honor of an orc to die in battle. Unfortunately, at the age of thirty, I have become invincible to Draenor. The only one who can kill me is myself."
Taking a few steps forward, Hannibal raised his voice:
"Blackhand, remember your promise today, otherwise a sharp sword will rise from the depths of the Black Stone Mine and take off your head."
Before he finished speaking, Hannibal's body fell into the bottomless, dark mine, and there was no movement for a long time.
Blackhand knelt on the ground for a long time, still unable to believe his good luck. Warlord Hannibal actually voluntarily gave up his position as warchief.
As if everything was in a dream.
The lifting platform slowly came down, and Blackhand saw the war hammer that symbolized power.
The huge warhammer was extremely heavy. Blackhand successfully lifted it up. Facing the crowd who were about to gather around and cheer, Blackhand said sternly:
"Go back to work."
Late at night, Blackhand found his most trusted old friend Orgrimmar, frowned and said:
"Orgrimmar, you are always resourceful, can you give me some ideas? How should I rule the Blackstone Clan?"
Orgrimmar thought for a while and said:
"My suggestion is to maintain the status quo. The Blackstone Orcs have long been accustomed to hard work, and it has become a ingrained habit in their hearts. Don't think that you will be grateful if you let them rest. People's hearts are very complicated, whether it is the Blackstone Foundry or the Blackstone Mine.
It cannot be abandoned, otherwise you will become a historical sinner of the Blackstone Clan."
Blackhand thought about it carefully, nodded and said:
"Perhaps you are right, only the most brutal rule is suitable for orcs."
Orgrimmar smiled and said: "Of course, it doesn't have to be so hard for you and me. Why don't we find some female orcs to make a living."
Bang bang bang!
There were continuous knocks on the door, and Orgrimmar opened the door, and a wheel-like creature covered with thick scales rolled into the room.
This is an iguana, a weak creature similar to a pangolin that is good at digging holes. It breeds in large numbers and is used to seeking shelter from powerful beings.
The iguana stretched his body, stared at Blackhand and said:
"The new chief of the Blackstone Clan, Dover the Destroyer, has been invited. You are smart and should know who is the real King of Gorgrond."