Even Duke didn't know that because he cheated Orgrim and made him ruthless, Orgrim led to a ceremony that had never appeared in any 'historical'.

This is a ceremony to prove its reputation for orcs suspected of being traitors.

The ceremony was very simple, violent and bloody.

That is, under the witness of at least one hundred orc warriors, seven recognized warriors inserted seven daggers on the participants of the ceremony. The daggers cannot be inserted into fatal injuries, can not be damaged by muscles, or internal organs.

Then the participants will have to fight a life-and-death duel with seven daggers inserted on their bodies with a recognized warrior who is usually a certain chief.

Only when participants win in the duel will they be considered to be suspicious and restored to their reputation.

No one knows why Kilrog proposed to let Orgrim join Bagrash. If one reason was to be imposed on Kilrog, it would be his 'dead eye' that could no longer see anything.

Kilrog was born in Drano's Blood Ring clan. When his tribe was about to be exterminated by the Ravens, Kilrog was unwilling to bow his head and admit defeat. Under the arrangement of his injured father, he followed the ancient tradition of the clan: he found the hidden secret room named after his clan, and carried out a terrible ritual to sacrifice his left eye in exchange for seeing his future destiny.

During the ceremony, Kilrog foresaw that his death was still far away, so he knew that he would survive this disaster. Inspired by fate, he seized control of the clan and led the Blood Ring clan to crush the threat of the Crow people, and then won the victory in countless battles.

In the following years, he started a massacre of any dissident, and even his close relatives could not escape death. He always hoped that his destiny would come step by step towards him.

Although the orcs are arrogant, they are mostly superstitious. At this moment, when there is no shaman in the tribal camp, Kilrog's "dead eyes" becomes quite convincing.

Without any hesitation, Grom* Hellscream and Samuro, who had high status and status, agreed to Kilrog.

"Orgrim* Hammer of Destruction! Do you want to accept [Bagrah] in order to prove your innocence?" Kilrog's voice was cold and a sense of sharp oppression. It was the terrifying momentum that only warriors who walked out of the sea of ​​blood would have.

He is old, but no one can deny that he is still one of the strongest warriors in the tribe.

"I accept it!" Orgrim stood in the suspicious eyes of countless orcs: "I not only accept it, but also ask that when accepting [Bagrash], turn on [Markgora] at the same time!"

"Hiss" countless orcs gasped in a cold breath.

This means that Orgrim will accept the challenge of at least seven chieftain-level warriors in one breath when he is stabbed seven times, and he will not be able to stop until no one challenges him.

Of course, if Orgrim succeeds, he will be the second chief of the entire tribe after the black hand!

Every orc had unpretentious surprise on his broad face.

Either Orgrim is the ridiculous madman, or he will become the sharpest warrior in the tribe's history, no doubt about it!

"Come!" Orgrim hit the chest suddenly and made a loud bang!

Kilrog did not speak, and pulled out a curved and long bone blade with his back hand. The bone dagger was at least thirty centimeters long. A flash of white light, and the entire dagger had been inserted obliquely from above the left clavicle, passing through Orgrim's thick muscles as thick as a city wall, and pierced from above the shoulder blades behind the left.

Blood splashes, shocking!

"Huh" Orgrim didn't even let out a sensation, he just clenched his fists.

Grom Hellscreamed forward, expressionless, and directly stabbed Orgrim's right arm with a dagger, only avoiding tendons and bones.

"Woo..." Orgrim hummed low.

The Fire Blade Clan Sword Saint Samuro followed behind and a dagger pierced Orgrim's right thigh.

Then the fourth, the fifth... the seventh Warriors went up.

Everyone left a dagger on Orgrim's body.

At this moment, Orgrim had become a hedgehog, a bloody hedgehog.

"Who!? Who is willing to prove his courage with the life of Orgrim* Destruction Hammer? Who is willing to obtain this [Destruction Hammer] at the right time!?"

Orgrim roared like a bell and resounded throughout the world.

There will not be too many orcs willing to kill an orc who may be suspected of being unreputable, unless they can obtain real real benefits from him, just so happens that Orgrim has.

Not many orcs can withstand the temptation of [Hammer of Destruction]! Especially after Orgrim used it to kill no less than 500 warriors of all races.

Ogre, giant lizard, earthly dragon, human legion commander, Orgrim indirectly proved the power of this hammer with his prominent record.

Suddenly, a flag was thrown into the middle of the venue.

"Galal of my Shasha Clan, bet on my reputation and fight you!"

Orgrim was a little disappointed to see this opponent who was more than one head taller than him. This was the chief of a small clan with only a few hundred people, but as a traitor suspect, he really couldn't ask for more.

In the sky, cirrus clouds storm.

On the earth, the horns roared forever.

Whether it is [Markgora] or [Bagrash], nothing can attract the orcs' attention than the most orcs, bloodiest and passionate duel.

Only strong people who dare to face life and death will be recognized by the martial orcs. Only this most primitive and tricky fight can truly wipe out Orgrim's suspicion.

"Come!" Orgrim shouted loudly, and the little chief Gala rushed over.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The solid earth was filled with the heavy footsteps of Gala.

The momentum of Gala rushing over makes people feel the illusion of a mountain collapse.

"Go to die" Galar grinned and slashed out a huge machete.

That was enough to cut Orgrim's sword and two pieces. But a trace of disappointment flashed in Orgrim's sharp eyes again.

weak!

Too weak!

Whether it is strength, speed, or skill, Orgrim was extremely disappointed.

For some reason, he thought of Anduin Lossa, the human who killed the black hand that day. Although he was at a disadvantage in speed and strength, Lossa insisted on using his perfect force-release skills and wonderful steps to compete with the chief.

Looking at such an opponent, Orgrim was not willing to wait for an extra second.

In the eyes of outsiders, he fell into a heavy [Hammer of Destruction] by mistake. Only those who know how to do things can see that he did not take Galar seriously at all.

Just as the chop was about to fall, Orgrim suddenly exerted force with his intact left leg, rushed into Galar's arms with a punch, and punched the enemy's wrist holding the knife just right. The next second, his hands suddenly clapped his hands.

Galar, who was in the palm of his palm, actually got his entire head beaten to pieces in an instant. It was like a watermelon smashed by a hammer...

Orgrim whistled to the sky: "Next!" (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!