Especially when Orgrim showed his magical skill of getting into a sword with no hands, the troll obviously recognized Orgrim's status as a strong man. You know, he is not a novice. The same sting stabbed the double-digit dwarfs and humans to death.

"What do you want to get from our leader? I don't think our leader's meat is better than us, hehehe." Orgrim used the common word for humans, and so were trolls. Although both sides' tone was terrifying, this did not hinder their communication. Especially after noticing that they share a common love for human heads in the trophy, the hostility of both sides has been greatly reduced.

"We are orcs, from the Black Stone clan of the tribe."

"Troll, forest troll, Amani clan." The troll was surprised that the orcs didn't know the troll race: "Okay, tell me, what do you want to see our leader?"

"I want to talk to him for our common enemy." Orgrim emphasized the second half of the sentence in an emphatic tone.

The tribe's disadvantage at sea cost the tribe. Orgrim is not a stubborn person like the black hand. He has begun to realize that both humans, dwarves and elves bring more and more trouble to orcs.

To conquer this world, orcs mean to defeat the coalition forces of three races with quite powerful strength. This is definitely not easy for orcs who have been greatly damaged.

Since the tribe has accommodated ogres and the death knights who were previously humans, why can't they accommodate trolls? What's more, the almost identical green skin gives each other the initial commonality.

However, diplomacy is never a matter of negotiation.

All diplomacy is based on force.

Although Orgrim was very restrained and kept his warhammer away from his hands for a full meter to show that he had no malice, the other troll obviously had a different idea from the troll just now.

“We never negotiate with our meals.”

Delicious meal? These guys actually regard us orcs as delicacies?

Orgrim sneered.

The guy took action, a powerful spear throw.

This long-range slam that seemed to break through the entire atmosphere was unexpectedly rapid as most orcs.

Simple, direct.

The only characteristic is that it is fast, incredibly fast, and insane.

The spear thrown in the previous moment was just a small black dot in the vision. The next moment it occupied Orgrim's entire vision. If it continued like this, the spear thrown would undoubtedly open the head of the tribe's chief like a broken watermelon. Of course, the premise was that Orgrim, who had the name of "Doom", stood in place like a fool.

Without even dodging, Orgrim picked up his warhammer. The [Hammer of Destruction], which looked very powerful, looked as light as a dagger in front of Orgrim's amazing arm strength.

In less than a blink of an eye, a huge square-headed black warhammer had already blew up a strong wind. The waving warhammer was like a baseball bat hitting a baseball, and it hit a perfect "Grand Slam home run". Orgrim, who was flying, actually knocked the troll's spear back, and the broken spear rod penetrated the troll's knee firmly.

The guy let out a tragic howl and hugged his cummed leg tightly.

"Drink" Orgrim shouted a loud battle cry.

The huge roar suddenly made the leaves around him whistle with Orgrim as the center.

The other trolls were shocked by Orgrim's roar, and they stopped the attack they were supposed to make to save their companions. Orgrim certainly wouldn't give the guy who dared to offend the tribe's chief a chance to beg for mercy.

He needs to establish his authority once.

This guy who hits in front of his hammer must die!

A jumping slash that could be called a shaking mountain, Orgrim suddenly jumped forward, crossing a distance of five meters, and came to the fallen guy like a god descending to earth.

[Hammer of Destruction] With Orgrim's provocative anger and unparalleled power, he slammed hard at the guy's head.

"puff!"

The troll's skull turned into rotten watermelon for the first time. This is not the end. In the next half of the moment, from collarbone, shoulder blade to plate, leg bone... all the bones and flesh within the range of the killing of the [Hammer of Destruction] were knocked to pieces and splattered.

A troll with a height of more than two meters and three hundred, instantly turned into a piece of meat sauce that he couldn't even recognize even his fucking.

"I'll say it again, I want to see your leader!"

The word of request, the tone of command.

Orgrim turned around and pressed the strongest pressure on the other guys. And these trolls still did not come back to their senses from this bloody and brutal counterattack.

They were trembling.

"Take me to his place, or I'll kill all the guys who refuse to do this, and then I'll go find the trolls who are willing to take me there myself."

[Hammer of Destruction] Held high, with the orc cheers as the background, paired with the blood dripping from the black stone hammer head, plus faded hair and the rotten flesh, each remaining troll lost the courage to challenge Orgrim.

Orgrim's side-leak bà played a role, and all the trolls took a step back, they pinned their spears to their backs, spreading their hands to show that they were not hostile. Then, a troll with a string of bone necklaces on their necks.

"You want to talk to Zujin?"

"If Zujin is the name or title of your leader, that's it." Orgrim nodded.

"You'll see him."

"We'll wait here." The Hammer of Destruction calmly announced to the troll and his men.

An hour later, without any warning, a shadow appeared out of the woods in a huge and quiet step, carrying the troll and three other powerful trolls who were extremely capable at first glance.

"If you want to see Zu Jin, then I am." Zu Jin is far taller and more capable than other trolls.

He was wearing an open leather vest. A thick scarf wrapped around his neck, covering the area under his nose, and the exposed part gave a vicious impression. Because it was close enough, Orgrim suddenly discovered that the troll's skin was full of moss!

What a weird race.

"Do you want our forest? Or do you want to fight with us for the sake of the despicable humans and elves? If you are here to give the Zhan Shu, then I will receive the Zhan Shu." Zu Jin touched his hand to his waist, where two axes were hanging.

"No, on the contrary, we have a common enemy." Orgrim grinned, his shaking fangs making Zujin feel a little uncomfortable. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!