Chapter 166: Tribal Warfare: The Shackles of Goron

When the tranquility of the wilderness of Gorgrond was broken by rough roars, Blackhand only felt a little bored.

Since the tribe divided its forces, he has received two orders from Nelgo and Grommash. Nergo asked him to get an artifact called the Heart of Magron and then use the power of the artifact to enslave Grom. Romash needs his factory to go all out to produce more weapons.

In Nergo's words, at this time of crisis, you guys like Goron and Magoron, with old arms and legs, don't stay in the volcano every day. Come out and do activities to contribute the last bit of residual heat to the tribe, such as building a fortress. Dig a trench or something.

Blackhand naturally chose to hunt down Gronn with the Thunder God orcs, but during this period of continuous fighting with almost no twists and turns, the bellicose orcs also felt a little tired.

There is no challenge, no excitement, and it has completely become a physical job.

He shook his head irritably and gradually focused his attention on what was in front of him.

Just ahead, a team from the Thunder God Clan was restraining a strong Goron with chains.

The creature's huge power almost caused the group of orcs to be thrown to the ground by him.

Even if there is no lack of help from ogres in these teams, it is useless. Gronn is much taller than these ogres, and the gap between them is as much as a one-eyed ogre.

"Hurry up and poke him with your spear!" said an experienced old orc.

In previous hunts, the Thor orcs used a large number of orcs to bind the Gronn in chains, and then used spears to bleed them.

"We should use muskets!" Some orcs responded to him. After a while, several orc soldiers wearing black plate armor and dressed like the Gromka gunners in the game took a round of muskets on Gronn. shooting.

But his skin is too thick. Gronn, who has a skin as hard as rock, can't easily kill him even with the magic of the mages, not to mention just some musket shots.

Gronn was angry, and he howled, and his shining one eye frightened many orcs.

Until he yelled: "Intruders, you..."

The black hand rubbed his forehead and took out the Heart of Magalon. This artifact is also called the Heart of Gorgorik. It can not only resurrect a Maglon named Gorgorik, but can also use it to control some people with different body shapes. Big Magolon.

Not to mention Gronn, under the influence of Black Hand's Heart of Magron, this Gronn quickly succumbed docilely.

He lowered his head, his eyes no longer wild and untamable, but as docile as the wolf that had accompanied the orcs for many years.

"Let's go, let's find the next target." Blackhand said towards Fenris: "The task Nergo gave us is to find Magolon, or some special guys."

The special guy Blackhand was talking about was Gruul. After Nergo named this Gronn emphatically, Blackhand began to think that he had some special abilities.

Not really, it's just that this guy is better at fighting.

Looking at the Heart of Magron, Fenris knew that with this thing, Gronn might become a war machine of the tribe. His eyes did not stay on it for too long, and he took out a map.

"These are all the Gronn nests we know of in Frostfire Ridge." Fenris said enthusiastically: "There may be Magron in them. Let's use this artifact to tame them all now."

"Don't worry, Kromog told me Gorgrond and Magrond." Blackhand took a deep breath. Of course he knew that the Heart of Magrond could not control those Magronds that Kromog was talking about.

But he was willing to believe Nelgo. He said that Magolon in Gorgrond would surrender to the Horde, so he was willing to go there.

"Are you talking about Dover the Destroyer?" Fenris asked him. Even as a thunder god orc, he had heard of this Magronn living in Gorgrond.

"There is another Kormok." Blackhand said, and also took out the map of Gorgrond. "Let's go to this location first to control Dover the Destroyer."

He said: "The best case scenario is of course that he is willing to negotiate with us. After all, we helped him kill all the original thorn beasts."

"I don't think negotiation would be a good idea." Fenris complained silently in his heart, "You don't look like a diplomat, and you are not Nergo."

During the Horde's conquest, Nergo's reputation for diplomacy spread throughout Draenor.

Some people say that he has three mouths, each of which can speak words that make the listener trust him.

Some people say that he knows hypnosis and can make others obey his will involuntarily.

But no matter how you put it, Nergo is eloquent, and it is an obvious fact that many people choose to join the tribe just by speaking.

Fenris believed in Nergo, but he didn't believe in Blackhand. Unless he changed his name to White Mouth, his diplomatic skills would make Fenris always feel like he was going to fight a huge Magron.

But just when the tribal army was thinking about Magolon Dover, Dover was taking a bath in a huge volcano.

His days have been a bit boring recently. It is obvious that he has been living a happy daily life for centuries, eating enough, drinking and pulling plants.

As a result, for some reason recently, the plants seemed to be dead. He hadn't seen those green plants for a long time, which made him feel a little embarrassed about nutrition these days.

But soon, he found a bit of fun. He felt that someone of the same kind and a group of orcs came to his home.

Dover stood up, with magma flowing on his huge body. He stepped out of the volcano, and every step he took was earth-shaking, as if the earth was trembling and making way for him.

"Is this Dover the Destroyer?" Blackhand looked up at him, with a great shock in his heart.

No wonder they say that there are only wrong names, not wrong nicknames. Calling him the Destroyer really makes people want to keep a distance from him.

"You are..." Dover said, but it was no different from a roar, and the huge sound made many orcs cover their ears.

"Kromog."

As an old otaku, Kromog has been hiding underground. In the past few centuries, there are probably fewer people who know him than some of the Gorons, so it is no wonder that Dover did not recognize him.

Dover shook his head, "Kromog?"

"So are you here to fight?" He was eager to try, and Dover would not show mercy to these guys who were suspected of offending him.

"Wait." Kromog said quickly, "We are not here to challenge your authority."

"Another Magnaron coming here is an offense!" Dover shouted, "Call of the Earth!"

This shout alone made the volcano start to stir and the ground began to crack.

Then Dover placed his palm on the ground, and the cracked ground began to spread, and the shaking of the earth also attracted the nearby iguanas.

"Chief, it's the iguanas!"

A young orc pulled the trigger, and the musket in his hand fired a bullet with great lethality, which accurately hit an iguana who was rushing towards them.

The iguanas are a specialty of Draenor, just like the kobolds in Azeroth. They live in underground mines and sometimes appear on the ground to destroy at will. The noise caused by the gronn or magnaron can easily attract these ugly little monsters.

The Blackrock orcs who have been dealing with ore for a long time are naturally familiar with them.

Blackhand didn't hesitate too much. The negotiation failed. He shouted to the soldiers, "Fire!"

Blackhand felt his heart beating wildly, almost jumping out of his chest.

This is a powerful Magnaron, an enemy that is difficult to defeat.

Blackhand raised his warhammer and steadied his breathing. Since there is no way to negotiate, then beat him to talk to him.

You are not the only Magnaron.

After seeing Dover's attack, Kromog couldn't help it. We are all Magnarons. How can I be worse than you?

Kromog took a deep breath and exhaled a rock breath.

Dover didn't expect this big guy to change his face suddenly. In his eyes, orcs are just some servants. Why do you turn against them because some servants are attacked?

Pah, what barbarians.

Dover was not to be outdone. The power of a trillion hit the ground, and it shook more violently. It even began to crack into a large hole like an abyss. Many orcs fell into it and their lives were unknown.

Or they died directly.

Don't you care about these orcs? Then kill them all.

Dover looked at Kromog provocatively, and Kromog was immediately furious. This was no longer a simple matter of killing a few orcs.

This was a slap in his face.

Kromog kept swinging his fists, and at the same time, he attracted the surrounding rocks to form two arms, and punched Dover again and again.

Dover naturally disdained to dodge, or he said that his body size had bid farewell to the word dodge.

Just as he was bearing the orcs' artillery fire, he also chose to bear Kromog's attack.

But Kromog suddenly shouted, "Do you think you can bear it?"

Twisted armor.

Dover felt that the hard skin on his body suddenly became soft, as if it was corroded, but Kromog didn't care about it.

His continuous punches directly knocked Dover into the volcano behind him.

But Kromog didn't mean to let him go, and the runes on his body lit up.

Entangled Land Rune.

Two stone fists suddenly appeared in the volcano, holding Dover and dragging him to Kromog.

Duang.

Another punch hit Dover's face. Dover punched back, but two fists were no match for four hands. Kromog directly used six hands, and Dover couldn't even fight back.

Dover opened his big mouth full of sharp teeth, and the giant hit hard.

A powerful fist broke the stone fist that bound him, and also pushed Kromog back a few steps.

Obviously, whether it was Kromog or Dover, they were actually not in any serious trouble.

But the battle between the two giants, the aftermath alone caused many tribal troops to suffer heavy losses.

"Retreat!" Fenris ordered hurriedly. He had never seen such a fierce Magron. Compared with them, the ones he had hunted before were probably just children.

"No need!" Although Blackhand's face was sweating, he was even more angry.

"Keep the soldiers away." Blackhand replied in a low voice, "I'm going to try this guy."

"Are you crazy?" Fenris's forehead was dripping with sweat. They had fought side by side for a long time. He knew Blackhand's ability, but the question was, what's the use of your elemental arm?

Whether in terms of quality or appearance, Dover is much stronger than you.

Fenris didn't think Blackhand was capable of participating in this level of battle.

Just at this time, Dover and Kromog started a new round of attacks.

Dover, who was as huge as a mountain, waved his fist. Although there was no magic blessing, just this punch alone could cause the gathering and resonance of the earth element. Under such a huge force, it seemed that magic was no longer important.

But even so, Dover's face was still not very good. He looked at Kromog with a serious expression. He suddenly realized that the Magron in front of him seemed to be more difficult to deal with.

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Kromog's fist did not hit Dover. He just collided with his fists, but this collision caused the surrounding wind elements to begin to condense, and a gathered echo was attached to the fists.

Kromog's fist hit Dover's arm heavily with the echo of the wind element.

He didn't even care about Dover's attack. He weakened Dover's body, but Dover didn't know that move at all.

This also caused Dover to suffer much more damage than Kromog.

"It seems a bit unbeatable." Dover sat on the ground and scratched his head.

Kromog stretched out his hand and pressed it on his shoulder, "Are you still willing to communicate now?"

Dover was silent for a while, and then heard its low voice, "Go ahead."

Since you can't beat him, just admit your defeat honestly, it's not shameful.

Kromog looked at Blackhand and Fenris who were still arguing, "Come here, he is willing to listen to you."

Until the two of them got close, he felt how shocking the attack caused by a real strong man was.

"I think I should strengthen my strength after I go back." Blackhand said, "I can't let myself not even enter the battlefield in the future."

Fenris rolled his eyes at him, "You are at least related to the elemental spirit."

He laughed at himself, "As for me, I'm afraid this is it in this life."

It's called the Iron Wolf, but in front of this giant who can destroy the world at any time, what's the difference between him and a plastic dog.

Dover looked down at them, wondering what they wanted to say.

"I don't know if you still know the reason for your birth." Blackhand said, "But we have never forgotten that the Titans created our common ancestor and divided this world for us."

Dover still didn't speak until this point. As a man who has lived for countless centuries, he naturally knew that he was born from the remains of the giants.

He also remembered the day when the giants called on them to follow the will of the Titans to attack the plants.

But like other Magrons, he chose to find a volcano to occupy the mountain as the king.

Seeing that he did not object, Blackhand communicated with him according to the story that Nergo told him, "Now the enemies of the Titans have come to this world again. They are not plants, but they are more hateful than plants. They want to burn this world and enslave our bodies."

Blackhand took out a scroll. In Dover's eyes, this scroll was so small that he even needed him to lie on the ground to read it.

And the picture on it was a Magron, but he was all black, and his body was flowing with a color that was greener than plants.

"So ugly." Dover gave his own evaluation.

"This is what they want you to become." Blackhand angrily denounced the evil of the demons and the ambition of the Burning Legion.

I don't know whether it was from Blackhand's eloquence or Kromog's fist, but in short, this was a negotiation with a good result despite the episode.

After a short rest, Dover will follow the tribe's army to find more Gronn and Magron to join the tribe.