Execute him

"This orc was either an assassin or so incompetent he doesn't deserve his head to be attached to his skull. We should execute him, Chieftain Bloodaxe."

"Yeah!" the Berserkers shout.

"No! No!" the Orc yells frantically. "I didn't do anything!"

"I'll do it, then," Bloodaxe says, walking forward as he raises his axe.

Bloodaxe twirls the axe through the air, and the blade quickly bites into the neck of the poor assassin, whose head falls to the ground. The Berserkers let out a cheer at the sight of it, as you're sprayed with blood.

"Well then, boys, now that that shit's settled, we prepare to march South. We take back what's ours soon, lads!" Bloodaxe roars, as the others roar in response.

You stand there, smiling as the Orc camp springs to life as your army expands greatly. Karstuk's Berserkers quickly approach you, a mixture of emotions on there face.

"You chose the honest answer," one of them says. "You're not as disgusting as Karstuk told us. There's honor among you."

"Thanks," you say.

"We need to mourn Karstuk, and bury him by Orcish tradition. Then, we will serve Bloodaxe as well as you. We will fight for you."

"I'm honored," you nod, smiling.

Your new Orc super-warriors walk away, as a crying Shaga approaches you.

"Thank you, thank you for killing that awful assassin," she weeps.

Shaga pulls you in close, embracing you.

"You traitor! You killed him, after I promised him I'd keep him save!" Shaga whispers into your ear.

"We're not married yet, are we?" you smile. "We need to have a wedding. This won't interfere with our plans, will it?"

"It won't," Shaga says angrily. "But you've started this alliance off on the wrong foot."

"I can live with that," you say. "Go back to mourning, will you?"

Shaga nods, walking away as she weeps, and you quickly find Bloodaxe, who orders Orcs around in packing up wagons full of supplies. Bloodaxe turns to you, smiling.

"Well, that was a shit show," Bloodaxe says. "Never been one for acting. Shaga's gonna be real pissed at you for killing her little boy toy. Serves him right for murdering old 'stuk, I suppose."

"You knew about all this?" you ask.

"Course I fucking knew, I'm not some dull cunt with a shit up his shitter, am I?" Bloodaxe says.

"You're not upset your brother won't be going to Furiosa for not dying on a battlefield?"

"Bah, that's all a load of shit. Orcs die and rot, we don't go nowhere," Bloodaxe says. "Plus, since you're marrying Shaga, I suppose you're my brother now. Well, we need to get to discussing all the shit and sweat of our newfound alliance, yeah? The rest of the Orcs might be easily convinced, but not me. I'm still unsure of this. I just don't want to spend another fucking minute in that shitty village and I trust Shaga. We'll discuss it on the trip to the shitty old south. I'll round up the boys, you grab yours, and we'll find a carriage to have a grand old fucking chat."

"Perfect," you smile. "Let's try to get the fuck out of here."