Chapter 327: Zul'jin

Sorry for the late post.

Not sure what happened with this not posting correctly as I had three scheduled to come out as per normal.

Especially after Orgrim demonstrated his skill of disarming an opponent barehanded, the troll clearly recognized Orgrim's position as a strong warrior. Keep in mind, he was no novice, having killed dozens of dwarves and humans with the same spear thrust.

"What do you want from our leader? I don't think our leader's flesh tastes better than ours, hehehe." Orgrim spoke in the common tongue of humans, as did the troll. Although both their accents were bizarrely strange, it didn't hinder their communication. Especially after noticing their shared interest in the spoils of war—human skulls—the hostility between them significantly decreased.

"We are orcs, from the Blackrock Clan of the Horde."

"Troll, forest troll, Amani tribe." The troll was surprised that the orcs didn't know about the troll race. "Alright, tell me, what do you want to do with our leader?"

"I wish to speak with him, about our common enemy." Orgrim emphasized the latter part of his sentence.

The Horde's disadvantage at sea had cost them heavily. Orgrim was not as stubborn as Blackhand. He had begun to realize that humans, dwarves, and elves were causing more and bigger problems for the orcs.

For the orcs to conquer this world, it meant defeating the powerful combined forces of these three races. This was definitely not an easy task for the orcs, who were already severely weakened.

Since the Horde had already accepted ogres and the Death Knights, who were formerly humans, why couldn't they accept trolls? Moreover, the nearly identical green skin gave them an initial commonality.

However, diplomacy was never achieved through talk.

All diplomacy was based on force.

Although Orgrim had been very restrained, keeping his warhammer a full meter away from him to show he meant no harm, another troll clearly had different ideas than the previous one.

"We never negotiate with our meals."

Meals? These guys actually see us orcs as meals?

Orgrim let out a cold laugh.

The troll attacked, a powerful spear throw.

This long-range strike, which seemed to tear through the atmosphere, was unexpectedly swift for most orcs.

Simple, direct.

Its only characteristic was its speed, incredibly fast, insanely fast.

One moment the spear was just a small black dot in Orgrim's vision. The next, it occupied his entire field of view. If it continued like this, the spear would undoubtedly split the Warchief of the Horde's head open like a rotten watermelon, assuming Orgrim, with his formidable reputation, stood there like a fool.

Without even dodging, Orgrim picked up his warhammer, which looked like a heavy weapon but was as light as a dagger in Orgrim's incredibly strong hands.

In the blink of an eye, the massive square-headed black warhammer had stirred up a gust of wind. Swinging the warhammer like a baseball bat hitting a baseball, he hit a perfect 'grand slam home run'—the formidable Orgrim actually sent the troll's spear flying back, the broken spear shaft piercing the troll's knee solidly.

The troll let out a horrific scream, clutching his pierced leg.

"Roar—" Orgrim let out a loud battle cry.

The huge roar suddenly made the leaves around Orgrim, with him as the center, let out a howl.

The other trolls were shocked by Orgrim's roar, they stopped their attacks that they should have made to save their companion. Of course, Orgrim wouldn't give the troll who dared to offend the Warchief of the Horde a chance to beg for mercy.

He needed to establish his authority.

The troll who ran into his hammer must die!

With a ground-shaking leap slash, Orgrim suddenly jumped forward, covering a distance of five meters, landing in front of the fallen troll like a god descending from the heavens.

With Orgrim's provoked anger and unparalleled might, he fiercely smashed the troll's head.

"Splat!"

The troll's skull instantly turned into a rotten watermelon. This was not the end, in the next half-instant, from the collarbone, shoulder blade to the pelvis, leg bone... all bones and flesh within the range of damage were smashed into pieces, blood and flesh splattered everywhere.

A troll, over two meters thirty tall, was turned into an unrecognizable pile of meat sauce in an instant.

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

A request in words, a command in tone.

In his roar, Orgrim turned and put all his pressure on the other trolls. However, these trolls hadn't recovered from the bloody and brutal counterattack.

They were trembling.

"Take me to him, or I will kill all those who refuse to do so, and then I will find those trolls who are willing to take me."

Held high, with the cheers of the orcs as the background, the blood dripping from the black stone hammerhead, along with the faded hair and the shattered bones and rotten flesh, every remaining troll lost the courage to challenge Orgrim.

Orgrim's revealed dominance worked, all the trolls stepped back in unison, they put their spears behind their backs, spread their hands to show they meant no harm. Then a troll wearing a necklace of bones around his neck walked out from among them.

"You wish to speak with Zul'jin?"

"If Zul'jin is the name or title of your leader, then yes." Orgrim nodded.

"You will see him."

"We will wait here." Doomhammer calmly announced to the troll and his subordinates.

An hour later, without any warning, a shadow took large and quiet steps out of the forest, bringing with it the troll and three other powerful trolls who looked extremely capable.

"If you wish to see Zul'jin, then I am he." Zul'jin was taller and more lean than the other trolls.

He wore an open leather vest. A thick scarf was wrapped around his neck, covering the area below his nose, giving a fierce impression. Because he was close enough, Orgrim was surprised to find that the troll's skin was covered in moss!

What a strange race.

"Do you want our forest? Or are you going to fight us for those despicable humans and elves? If you're here to declare war, then I've received your declaration." Zul'jin's hand moved to his waist, where two axes hung.

"No, quite the opposite, we have a common enemy." Orgrim grinned, his bared fangs making Zul'jin a bit uncomfortable.