My wife's surgery lasted four hours yesterday and it went smoothly. Thank you everyone. After this difficult time, Lao Zhu will work harder to thank everyone.

But on the surface, he was silent at all.

Gul'dan stood up, and his pair of skinny hands grabbed him hard in the air: "Black hand, since you are obsessed with it, you can only use the sacred duel to Mark Grala to decide the outcome."

When Lin Qing heard the sacred duel, he felt cold in his eyes.

After all, it has come to this point?

Mark Gra is a ritual with the highest authority in the traditional orc rituals. Even criminals who are extremely sinful will be forgiven and innocent as long as they pass Mark Gra La's assessment.

Lin Qing touched his chin, and his keen eyes scanned the audience.

Gul's intention to change coach is very obvious, and he should change his black hand at all costs.

With his power, it is difficult to do this, but it can be done.

He only needs to hold another tribe hero meeting to bypass the Chiefs' Council and easily dismiss the black hands. With Gul'dan's influence among the orcs and the role of the shadow council, he can gather such votes.

The black hand also knows it.

Therefore, the black hand is already considering a way out.

It is unwise to fight against the great shaman Gul'dan.

The smartest way is to firmly resist Gul'dan, give Gul'dan a setback, raise the price, get stuck on Gul'dan's psychological price, and choose to compromise at the last moment.

In other words, it is already destined to step down by a black man, but the price of step down still requires a game between the two sides.

That's all.

This was originally a matter between Gul'dan and the Black Hand, but Lin Qing wanted to maximize this opportunity!

His eyes were already placed on the black hand.

"Markgra? I agree!" The black hand let out a low roar from his throat, like thunder.

Mark Gra, both sides of the fight, will never end until one of them dies.

"Roar!" The black hand stepped out of the camp and shouted loudly outside: "We decided to respect the orc tradition and decide the position of the next chief in the way of Mark Gra!"

"Roar!" The orcs were excited.

Behind Mark Gralan's bloody and cruelty is the orcs' tradition of killing that cannot be stopped!

The orcs insist that strength is justice.

This is exactly the same as in modern society, appearance is justice.

Orcs worship the strong and firmly believe that only the strong can lead them to stronger.

Mark Gra, in line with the orcs' perception.

This time, one of Markgra's parties was actually the chief's mafia!

This instantly ignited the enthusiasm of the orcs.

And those who can be matched as the black-handed opponent must at least be chief-level figures.

Who doesn't want to watch this good show?

"Markgra! Markgra!" The orcs roared in unison, raised their arms high, and the sound of people was in full swing, and they instantly entered a state of fanaticism.

More orcs heard Mark Grala's shouting and were rushing towards here desperately.

The tribe's central camp immediately became crowded with people. Tens of thousands of orcs surrounded the place, excitedly blushing on the ground, shouting Mark Gras, as if entering a carnival.

For the orcs, Markgra is a festival, but it is a festival that must be sacrificed for life.

The black hand walked proudly outside the central tent, holding up his vigorous arms, spreading his snow-white fangs and big mouth, and roaring with his head. The orcs around him kept cheering Mark Gra.

Gul'dan's face was gloomy and he led the chiefs out of the central tent.

"Black Hand, are you really asking for death?" Gul'dan said gloomyly: "Isn't it cheap for you to abdicate automatically?"

The black hand proudly said, "I am the chief! I must have the style of a chief in my life. Even if I die, I must die like a chief, standing and standing!"

"Roar!" The atmosphere of the orcs became even warmer, and everyone shouted desperately.

Seeing that everyone was unable to disobey their intentions, Gul'dan's skin jumped twice and said viciously: "Since you have decided, I will fulfill you! I announce the establishment of Mark Gra! Who is willing to challenge the former Chief's black hand?"

Gromash, Kilrog and Kagas looked at each other.

It is unrealistic to expect Gul'dan to go into battle with his own shirtless. Gul'dan is already the highest shaman of the tribe and holds the power of the chief to decree. Why does he have to do the world and fight against the evil hands?

To challenge the black hand, there are only three of them.

Kagas gritted his teeth: "I'll go!"

Among the six major tribes, the Black Hand is the perfect number one warrior.

This is not what he calls himself, but it is recognized by everyone.

When Black Hand was young, he bravely entered one of the three evil places in the Dinola continent [Tower of Ashes] and became the first orc to walk back from it. No one could tell what the pair on his back was, but the clutches of the six giant monsters that looked tall and ferocious, was the spoils of desperately adventures in the Tower of Ashes.

If it weren't for the black hand who was brave and good at fighting, he wouldn't have been selected by Gul'dan and promoted to the position of chief.

In the black hand's eyes, there was no fury, no burning, only dullness, as if in front of him was not Kagas of the Broken Hand clan, nor was it Makgra who fought for his life. It was just a public performance.

He is enjoying the process.

Like Yuantingyue!

This momentum alone is enough to make the orcs who have never seen the world feel frightened.

The black hand's combat experience is really rich.

He is a battle encyclopedia.

With such a fierce, experienced, slick, cruel old guy, doing Markgra is not a good thing.

But he occupied the position of the chief, which was really jealous!

Kagas smiled grimly, and his hands, which were converted into sharp blades, crossed in the air, tearing and drawing out a series of sparks. The harsh sound made the orcs around frown.

"Black Hand, maybe you were, once, recognized as a warrior, but today, luck is over!" Kagas shouted: "Die!"

His two blades were like poisonous snakes, biting at the black hand.

The black hand sneered, waved the sword and faced Kagas.

The Orc Chief and Mark Grae of the Broken Hand Clan Chief is opened!

The orcs' cheers reached their peak instantly.

Lin Qing's eyes were clear.

Since entering the Markgra ceremony, Lin Qing's brain has been rotating at high speed for a moment.

Such masters have rare experiences and observation opportunities.

Although Kagas is a powerful and gloomy chief of the Broken Hand clan, the Black Hand has richer combat experience, more steady and fiercer. Who can win?

Lin Qing's brain is constantly judging, weighing and calculating.

His experience since entering space made him deeply believe that the gap between adventurers in space is in battle, courage, and more in calculations.

Combining calculations with the mind and the courage to fight to the death can create miracles.

Lin Qing, a miracle is needed at this time.

Only miracles can lead him and 45,000 adventurers out of this desperate situation.
Chapter completed!