Red Blackhand.

The chief of the Black-Toothed Smiling Clan is very young and has a very strong body. He really seems to have inherited the fine bloodline of his father, Black Hand, the first generation chief of the tribe.

Blackhand is a legendary warrior.

His two sons are still young, but not bad either.

At this moment, when he saw Blake's sinister and terrifying smile, he instinctively clenched his fists and launched a counterattack against Blake in front of him.

But Blake's reaction was more direct. He grabbed the sword master's sword next to him and put the blade against the neck of the severely burned Maimu Blackhand.

As long as Red makes the slightest move, his brother will be stunned.

This action made Red Blackhand calm down in an instant.

After his father died in the Black Hand War, Maimu became his only relative. He could not sit back and watch his brother die in front of his eyes.

"Despicable Union dog!"

Reid clenched his fists and shouted in accented human language:

"Let go of my brother! Come at me if you dare!"

"Stupid tribal pig! Your brother is about to die. See what you did to your brother?"

Blake shrugged and said casually:

"You just let him lead people to chase Gul'dan. I seriously doubt that you hate your brother. Otherwise, why would you let him die?"

"Shut up!"

Red yelled angrily:

"Stupid human being, you know nothing about glory!"

"Glory? Are you talking to me about glory?"

Blake curled his lips disdainfully and said in a deep voice:

"Dar. The Triple Blood Blade died in my hands. I also killed Gul'dan with my own hands. My souls will be sent to hell. I killed two legends!

You only kill weak and dirty orcs, do you deserve to talk about glory with me?

Shut up!

Red Blackhand, I'm just giving you a chance to save your brother and restore your family's reputation. If you don't want it, then I don't mind taking away your useless soul here!

Trust me, I don't even have to do it myself.

The friend next to me, the legendary assassin Ms. Garona, who has no good impressions of you orthodox orcs, will be happy to kill you for me!"

The pirate held the Master's Blade and looked disdainfully at Red Blackhand, who was breathing heavily and with a humiliated look on his face. Garona also cooperated and pulled out the Kingslayer dagger and turned it around in her hand.

When Blake saw Red surrendering, he laughed and said faintly:

"Look carefully at the situation you are facing now, Red.

I’ll give you three seconds to calm down, don’t be as ignorant and fearless as a child, and then listen to the terms I will offer you.”

"Pa"

A strange thing was thrown in front of Red Blackhand.

It was something like a heart specimen, a heart of darkness that was filled with evil energy and even crystallized, completely peeled off from the corpse.

There is no dirty feeling on it, and you can feel the evil magic power emanating from it without much carving.

That is Gul'dan's heart.

It was one of the good things left behind after the Great Warlock's body was corroded by evil energy. The Skull of Gul'dan and the Eye of Gul'dan were both collected by Black.

Now this Heart of Gul'dan is the only mark that can prove that Gul'dan is truly dead.

"I know that you came out to sea because Orgrim Doomhammer gave you the order. The warchief learned about Gul'dan's betrayal and was furious.

But he wants to evacuate with his tribe.

He didn’t have time to execute the traitors himself, so he sent you two brothers as sacrifices.”

Pirate Black was now leaning on Lantreso's Master Blade, looking at Red, and said:

"I guess Orgrim didn't expect you two brothers to succeed at all, he just sensed the hatred in your hearts for Gul'dan.

You hate that Gul'dan took advantage of your father and used Blackhand as a puppet chief, allowing him to lead the tribe into Azeroth to plunder and start war.

You hate the Shadow Council for completely ruining the glorious past of the Black Hand family. You two ignorant young people are still trying to rebuild the glory of the Black Hand.

But I also know that you two are just pretending.

The hatred in your hearts for Orgrim is no less than the hatred for Gul'dan."

The pirate laughed.

He mercilessly revealed what the Blackhand brothers were thinking, and glanced at the seriously injured Maimu Blackhand, but his statement was not denied by Red Blackhand.

Obviously, he was right.

"This thing!"

Blake pointed to the Heart of Gul'dan lying on the ground and said to Red:

"As long as you take this thing back to Orgrim, it will prove that you two brothers have wiped out the shame of the Black Hand family and successfully killed the great traitor Gul'dan.

As long as you bring it back, you will instantly gain a reputation beyond your imagination in the old tribe.

It can even help you regain the position of chieftain of the Blackstone clan from Orgrim, and you can even rebuild the orthodox tribe in your heart.

But I won't give it to you so easily.

As I said just now, I need you to take your black-toothed grinning orcs and follow me out to sea to a place you have never been to.

Then help me fight!

I know you are reluctant, but you have to do it.

Because your brother’s life is in my hands!”

The pirate said angrily:

"Maim. Blackhand's fate ends here. I will treat him and he will become my hostage. I warn you, stupid boy, not to mess around. Mr. Reid, don't show such a dissatisfied expression."

Blake spat on the ground next to him and said in a gentle tone:

"Orgrim is destined to lose, and it won't be long before you hear the news of the Horde's defeat.

The Alliance will not let you go.

Orgrim thought that you could occupy the southern border and continue to recuperate, but let me tell you! You can't do it, and you will be driven back to where you came from by the angry Alliance army.

The Horde will soon fall apart, and the orcs who invade Azeroth will be doomed.

But this is a good thing for you. Your stupid orc brain can't think of this, so let me plan it for you.

The age of careerists is coming, Red.

After the defeat of Orgrim, the orcs had nowhere to go and needed new leaders, just like the time before your father became warchief.

You can gather them together to form a pure tribe of your imagination, without the overhead of the Shadow Council!

It's all up to you!

You will inherit your father's position and become the King of the Orcs!"

Black stopped talking and glanced at the change in Red's expression. The son of the Black Hand's expression was quite subtle at this time, showing a suspicious expression of half belief and half disbelief.

He was probably guessing why Blake, a human, would say this to an orc like him.

The two were supposed to have a life-and-death relationship, but the future outlined by the human being in front of him made Red's mind wander.

"You're excited!"

The pirate grinned a malicious smile.

He laughed, stretched out his hand towards Red Blackhand, and said:

"You don't have to believe me. It's up to you. You don't have to cooperate with me. Leave now, take your orcs with you, and return to the Eastern Continent empty-handed except for a humiliating defeat.

Guess how Orgrim will treat you, a loser, at that time?

Gee, I guess you thought you had a choice before.

But look at the reality, Red, you have no choice.

What I’m giving you is an offer you can’t refuse!”

Having said this, Blake showed a cold smile, raised the blade of the sword in his hand to Maimu's neck, and said with full malice:

"If you really can't convince yourself, you might as well regard this as a coercion. I'm threatening you with your brother's life. In order to protect your brother, you have to cooperate with me.

Look, what a good reason, I brought it to you."

Red Blackhand glanced at Black, then looked behind him. The legendary assassin Garona was crossing her arms and looking at him with a dead look.

That cold gaze made Reid's heart sink.
To be continued...