Gorgrond, there is Dover the Destroyer in the west, eternal Tarna in the east, one is the hill-like Magrond, and the other is the undead primitive thorn beast in the jungle.
The Blackstone orcs had heard about these two powerful beings for a long time. The sword master Hannibal was originally in command, and the Blackstone clan blindly trusted their chief and felt that they could not take Hannibal's sword.
Now that Hannibal is gone, the burden of fighting these two falls on Blackhand's shoulders.
Blackhand didn't know what to do, and Orgrimmar said cautiously:
"Don't go."
As the messenger, the iguana curled his lips sarcastically, grabbed a piece of meat and chewed it in his mouth.
"Before you became a chief, you must not know what meat tastes like."
This is true. During the reign of Hannibal, the Blackstone Orcs ate vegetables, fruits, grass roots and bark, and could only eat pasta during the holidays.
Meat is said to be harmful to the body of orcs and is poison. Only the warchief reluctantly tried the poison himself.
After becoming the chief, Blackhand struggled to resist the temptation, and finally lost to the aroma of barbecue.
It has been approved by the fire element and should be able to detoxify the poison in the meat, so he ordered Hannibal's exclusive chef to prepare barbecue.
Orgrimmar avoids meat like snakes and scorpions.
Also poisonous are female orcs, which are said to be the most deadly to humans. Orgrimmar is skeptical about this.
The iguana man wiped oil on his mouth:
"It's a pity that there are more things you don't know, such as your sword master Hannibal. His power comes from Dover the Destroyer."
"lie!"
After the sword master Hannibal is gone, Blackhand still wants to maintain the dignity of the former chief.
"Nonsense."
Orgrimmar nodded in agreement and carefully observed the iguana man, hoping that he would die of poison.
Unfortunately, the iguana showed no signs of poisoning.
"I want to tell you that Sword Master Hannibal is still alive. If you don't go, he will replace you as the chief of the Blackstone Clan. A bunch of idiots really think that the Blackstone Orcs are the masters of Gorgrond. They are just a bunch of idiots.
Just a lowly slave."
The iguana man had enough of the barbecue and left with a satisfied belch.
Blackhand and Orgrimmar looked at each other.
Orgrimmar stared at the barbecue on the table, the tempting aroma continued to enter his mouth and nose, and saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth.
"I think Hannibal is a liar. At least he lied about the female orcs. I have tried that before."
"Have you tried?" Blackhand's eyes widened. In the Blackstone Clan, this would result in someone being hanged.
Orgrimmar nodded:
"Hannibal selected the strongest orcs and impregnated the female orcs. It didn't take long before the strongest orcs were reduced to skin and bones and died miserably. We all saw it with our own eyes, so we firmly believe it. But I always feel that something is wrong.
, what you see may not be the truth, maybe Hannibal poisoned the orcs."
Blackhand grabbed a piece of barbecue, put it into his mouth and chewed it slowly. An indescribable feeling of happiness filled his mouth, and he couldn't help but burst into tears.
"It's definitely not poison, this is the food of the orcs." Tears filled Blackhand's eyes, and he felt that he was truly alive.
Orgrimmar gritted his teeth and tremblingly grabbed a piece of meat and put it into his mouth. The roast almost melted in his mouth. Orgrimmar was so happy that he wanted to kneel down.
"Hannibal is a liar. We have all been fooled. Maybe what the iguana said is true."
Blackhand chewed the roast meat carefully and said:
"I gained strength after being recognized by the fire element. Hannibal is just an ordinary orc...I understand, I must go to see Dover the Destroyer."
No one knows how long Dover the Destroyer lived. A long time ago, the number of Magalon was far greater than it is now, competing with the original thorn beasts for the hegemony of Draenor.
However, as the climate changed, the Evergreen Jungle where the original thorn beasts relied for survival shrank, and it became difficult for Magolon to find food. Many Magolon's bodies changed and degenerated into smaller Gorons.
Dover the Destroyer, as an old antique who has lived for countless centuries, is not as naive as he appears. He can survive to this day because he has been adapting to the changes of the times.
Blackhand and Orgrimmar entered the lair of Dover the Destroyer uneasily. What they saw was an ogre covered in thick armored leather.
"Don't be surprised, I am Dover the Destroyer. This is just a simple transformation magic. I once entered Highmaul to study. The magic I know far exceeds that of any ogre magician. If one day the orc becomes a German
Master of Llano, I will also transform into an orc."
Blackhand and Orgrimmar looked at the ogres in front of them stupidly, falling into a state of confusion.
Dover the Destroyer led the way, leading the two of them to the warehouse deep underground.
"Countless magical rough stones are mined every year in the Blackstone Mine, especially the precious Apexis crystals, which are enough to feed every human-headed orc. Do you know where these gems are going?"
The heavy stone door of the warehouse slowly opened, and the dazzling light made the two orcs unable to open their eyes.
It took Blackhand a long time to adapt to the dazzling light, which could fit into the warehouse of Blackstone Foundry. Countless gems were sorted into categories and arranged neatly, like hills.
These are all obtained with the blood, sweat and lives of the orcs.
Blackhand's hands couldn't help but tremble, and now he finally believed that Sword Master Hannibal was just a puppet of Dover the Destroyer.
"I hope everything remains as it is. You are smart orcs. In the face of the power that destroys the world, surrender is the best choice."
While Blackhand was still hesitating, Orgrimmar had already taken the first step and knelt on the ground.
...
After Blackhand and Orgrimmar visited Dolver the Destroyer, the Blackrock Clan quickly returned to its original state.
The Blackrock Orcs are still working hard day and night, and are even more tired than before.
Blackhand Blackhand has more methods than Sword Master Hannibal. He selected some overseers just to supervise the work of the Blackstone Orcs.
Originally, Warlord Hannibal was only responsible for supervising the work of the orcs, so it was inevitable that the orcs would hide in corners and be lazy.
After having the overseer, the laziness of the Blackrock orcs became a thing of the past, and more Blackrock orcs died of exhaustion.
In front of Grimac was an unconscious iguana man, and he smiled and said to Garrosh:
"Yes, the Blackstone Clan is on the right track. It won't be long before they join the Iron Tribe. The Blackstone Foundry will become a huge arsenal."
Garrosh didn't quite understand: "Blackhand is recognized by the fire element and has the support of Dover the Destroyer. How can he be willing to submit to others?"
Grimac smiled lightly and said:
"First of all, Dolph the Destroyer is one of ours. Do you think he really learned his magic by himself? Furthermore, the fel fire of the Burning Legion far exceeds the fire of Draenor. Gul'dan is Blackhand's
Nemesis, as long as Gul'dan comes forward, Blackhand will surely surrender."
Grimac looked towards the snowy Frostfire Ridge in the north, frowned and said:
"Now we have to face the hardest bone among the Seven Heroes of Draenor. I hope everything goes well."
Grimac, who had always been calm, seemed to have no confidence, and Garrosh was secretly surprised.
Frostfire Ridge is the hometown of the Frostwolf clan. According to Garrosh, the leader of the Frostwolf clan should be Thrall's father Durotan.
Almost the least outstanding of the Seven Heroes of Draenor.
Why did Grimac look like he was facing a powerful enemy?