Come on, none of you will refuse this madness.
Warsong clan soldiers rushed to feel the feeling of their chiefs. They drank the cups one after another, each of them trembled for a while because of deep pain, and then each of them became excited and significantly stronger after experiencing that kind of pain. Every eye flashed red. Blackburn looked at these brows and frowned more tightly. When the last warsong orc finished drinking, he rumbled. I drank it. He demanded that he grab the cup and took a deep sip. Blackburn gripped his throat tightly. When dark magic performed his terrible duty, he didn’t pronounce it. He took off his armor and obviously saw his taut green skin and muscles ups and downs. Finally, he raised his head and his red eyes shone. He walked up to his two sons, McMurd, and pushed other orcs forward to durotan. Blackburn hesitated before seeing Gretel Zeldia’s only daughter go forward. Blackburn looked at her derisively.
Don’t come to him. Doug Zeldia was so scared that she retreated back to durotan, where she had been compared with the little girl. At this moment, she was relieved. Blackburn wanted to humiliate her, but in fact, he inadvertently gave her a big gift. Blackburn went to Ogram.
Come, friend Ogram, come and drink with me.
That is, even if his best friend is called to drink the dark liquid now, durotan can’t talk. Fortunately, he doesn’t need to talk. Ogram bowed his head.
Chief, I will not take this honor from you. I am your deputy, not the chief, and I have no intention of that position.
Durotan breathed a sigh of relief and bowed his head. Ogram saw what durotan saw, that is, he didn’t go to durotan to get the information. He was not stupid. He held his soul and wouldn’t give in to his suffering body, his eyes burning with fierce power.
Now other clan chiefs are lining up eager to get the blessing that makes these two most famous and respected chiefs excited. durotan did not move. Draktar leaned over and whispered, Chief, don’t you want a blessing?
Durotan shook his head. No, I won’t let my clan drink it either.
Draktal blinked and was shocked, but durotan clearly showed that this drink brought great power and passion, and it would be foolish for you not to drink it.
Durotan shook his head and recalled the letter. He was suspicious at first, but now he is sure that it would be stupid for me to drink it. He quickly said that his eyes calmed the former shaman when Draktar wanted to refute it.
Suddenly, the words of the Delaney Prophet Veyron came to Dulong’s mind again. We chose not to sell our people to slaves, so we were forced to die. durotan knew from the bottom of his heart that once the orcs drank what was in that cup, they would no longer be them. Gourdain was repeating the mistakes of the Delaney leader when they passed away. Now it is durotan who sold his people to slaves and rebelled against his leader or other clans, just like Delaney, which means that he did the right thing. He realized that the clan chiefs drank everything except him, and his fear moment was right in front of him.
Gourdain beckoned his former powerful Dulong Tantemore hero, durotan, to force himself to come and have a good drink with other chiefs.
No, Gourdain, I wouldn’t do that.
The torch shines on durotan, and Gourdain’s muscles twitch near his right eye. You refuse, you think you are stronger than others, and you think you don’t need blessings.
The other chiefs are now calm-faced, breathing heavily as if they had just run for a long time, and their brows were soaked with sweat.
Durotan didn’t hook it. It was my choice.
Maybe the rest of your clan don’t think so. Gourdain said, sweep your hands as if to sweep a frost wolf clan. Will you let them drink?
No, I’m the chief of Frostwolf clan. This is my choice.
Gourdain strode from the obsidian block to Dulong Tan. He approached durotan and whispered in his ear, How do you know what you know?
This is obviously a threat, but durotan feels hopeful instead. Gourdain feels threatened, but instead of sending a killer to solve the trouble late, he tries to intimidate durotan into compromise. He just helped durotan confirm the mysterious letter and revealed that he knows who wrote it. durotan realizes that he can live and continue to protect his clan.
He also said in a low voice, I know enough and you will never find out how I know.
Gourdain stepped back and forced a smile. This is indeed your choice of Dulong Tan Garad. Since you chose to refuse this blessing, you must bear the knot.
That’s right, but durotan doesn’t care. At other times, he may worry about what Gourdain is planning to do to him.
But not tonight.
Gourdain returned to his position and shouted to the crowd that he wanted a great Kilgardan. Everyone has arrived. This is a sacred land. Because the orcs have taken an important step here, they have become far stronger than we have come. Look at the throne of Kilgardan on this great mountain. He is here to watch and bless us, purify us and keep us away from the state of not reaching our limits.
He stepped back and nodded to Blackburn. Blackburn’s eyes flashed red, and his armor reflected fire. Blackburn raised his arms and shouted that tonight we made history. Tonight we will attack the enemy’s last camp. We will be bathed in blood. We will sweep the streets of their capital like their worst nightmare. Victory will belong to the tribe.
Durotan froze, and there was no tactical discussion tonight. Blackburn said that it was not a small village or town, but the Delaney capital, which was their last refuge. He was sure that they would resist more fiercely than ever, just like animals forced into a corner. He remembered the huge war machinery built before and knew that Blackburn had moved them to places unknown to others in durotan.
Crazy. This is crazy.
He looked around at the roaring people, and their eyes glowed crimson. He realized that the word crazy was perfect.
The orcs really went crazy after drinking the contents of that filthy cup. Grom roared in hell and danced by the fire. He just became stronger. His arms were lifted up and his head jumped on the once brown skin. Now the fire turned green. durotan was afraid of it and hated to see those flashing red eyes, which were similar to the creatures enslaved by warlocks. The green skin, which was already like Gunn, was very green, which dyed the skin of durotan’s beloved people.