With his huge hands dyed with blood and colorful brains, Orgrim showed the most primitive and barbaric violence. He couldn't help but remind the orcs of how their ancestors fought with beasts with strong bodies, fists, teeth, and arms without weapons, and struggled to survive in the desolate wilderness.

Orgrim's most direct bombardment ignited the passion in the hearts of every orc.

“Oh oh oh oh!”

"Ogrim!Ogrim!"

Just a few minutes ago, these orcs were still angrily insulting Orgrim, but a few minutes later, Orgrim, who showed his courage and majesty, immediately became the most eye-catching star in the entire tribe.

Kilrog opened his seemingly turbid right eye and slowly said, "Orgrim* Hammer of Destruction, you have cleared your suspicion and restored your reputation! Now, it is still time for you to withdraw from [Markgora]!"

Orgrim replaced his answer with his actions, and took bloody steps and pulled a flag from a tent on the sidelines.

That is the flag of his Hammer of Destruction in the Black Stone clan.

With a wave of his hand, the battle flag with red background and black patterns fell to the middle of the venue.

"I Orgrim* Destruction Hammer! Start [Markgora] here to challenge the position of the Great Chief! I will accept the challenge of at least six warriors until I ascend to the position of the Great Chief, or die!"

Despite the many knifes in his body, and although every wound still bleeding with Orgrim's movement, Orgrim's heart-wrenching roar still spread throughout the camp.

"Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!" This was the rhythmic cheers of orcs. Nothing made their blood boil than a warrior fighting bloody battle in the competition between the chiefs.

Even if you don't admit it, it is an indisputable fact that the tribe just won a miserable victory.

The weak humans are far more cunning than the orcs imagined. The entire tribe urgently needs a real king who can lead the tribe to conquer this planet!

The orcs shouted loudly, exclaimed, holding up the rough weapons in their hands, stomping the earth with their feet, as if they were about to tremble, making the earth cheer to welcome the new chief who might appear!

A clan war flag with three teeth was thrown into the field. It was a Blade clan with a thousand warriors.

As a small clan, Ramlin, the chief of the Blade clan, is not a very strong orc. Among the orcs, he is definitely a thin one.

He used his high agility to make up for his lack of strength.

"Orgrim" Ramlin roared loudly, but his movements reminded him of the flexible bobcat. Aiming at Orgrim's injured right leg, Ramlin moved at high speed with Orgrim's injured leg as the axis.

Orgrim was indeed affected. The moment he turned around and couldn't keep up, Ramlin rushed forward.

Two crossed scimitars flashed by, and an extremely scarlet cross blood mark suddenly appeared on Orgrim's wide back. The flesh was tear down from the barb on the scimitar blade, which was shocking!

When Ramlin succeeded in an attempt to retreat, Orgrim counterattacked.

In the sun, the heavy hammer of destruction shines with a black light as it spins. There is no skill, the only thing that can be fast.

Incredibly fast.

It's so crazy.

That is beyond the velocity that Ramlin can capture with the naked eye.

In the moment when he was less than a blink of an eye, his slightly slender body was as if he was struck by an extremely huge machete and was directly divided into two halves under just one infinite blow.

Time was like a freeze. Ramlin's chest and lower body were still suspended in the air, but the hit abdomen instantly exploded into bloody rain of bones and flesh, exploding in the direction of the hammer!

It seemed as if three seconds had passed, Ramlin still had unbelievable eyes, and his upper body carrying the eyeballs, fell into a pool of blood.

Kill with one blow, and domineering!

"Next!" Orgrim's loud voice was no different from beating a drum in the orc's ears.

Another battle flag was thrown into the field. A minute later, another scar was added to Orgrim's shoulder and another body was added to the ground.

"Next!" The same hammer killed him, the same voice, the same tone that never changed.

However, under the prelude of the bodies of the three chiefs, Orgrim's shouting had a different meaning.

The chief, who thought he was weak, answered with silence. At this moment, no one was lucky. Although the orcs watching were still full of passion, a brief cold situation occurred among the people who were truly qualified to participate in [Markgora].

It took a full half a minute before the fourth battle flag was thrown down.

Three minutes later, the fifth side.

Ten minutes later, the sixth side!

When the seventh battle flag was thrown into the field, Orgrim had become a blood man. No one could tell whether it was Orgrim's blood or his enemy's blood.

None of the six chiefs had their corpses, and they all turned into bloody pieces of meat.

From the little chief who was initially unknown to the chief of the Ten Thousand Clan, the challenger is escalating step by step, and Orgrim's injuries are also aggravating step by step.

Now, anyone who goes up must first weigh their own weight.

The seventh battle flag was thrown down, and the orc with a black skin came out without a left hand and below the left arm.

It was not because he broke his left hand during the war, but because he was a warrior of the Broken Palm Clan.

As one of the most cruel and vicious orc clans in the tribe, the tradition of the Broken Palm Clan warrior is to destroy your left hand and replace it with a sharp blade, ready to go through fire and water for the glory of the clan at any time.

"Orgrim, you're really good, but your path to the Chief will end with me, Canard Blade Fist."

The tribes are also divided into different levels. Only the chiefs of the small clan have the right to challenge, but in the large clans, those recognized warriors also have the right to challenge [Markgora]. For example, in "historical", Orgrim was the deputy chief of the Black Stone clan. This was equivalent to the deputy chief, and successfully took over the position of the black hand.

A glance at Canard's blade fist, Orgrim's rough face showed a little disdain.

"You can't do it, let's change to your Chief Kagas."

"Hmph! You're tired! You're seriously injured! Orgrim!" Canard took a step forward suddenly.

"Your demeanor is only worthy of finding a seriously injured opponent to get a bargain." Orgrim's sarcasm became stronger: "Yes! I'm tired and I'm injured, but I can kill all of you, even if there are another thousand people!" (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!