Chapter 367: Young One, Do You Crave Power?

Gul'dan was trembling, but it was a tremor of excitement for this new creation.

Minutes later, as the shadowy glow gradually faded, the creature standing in the center slowly revealed its true form.

Gul'dan eagerly awaited the fading of this glow so he could clearly see the creature created by his Storm Altar.

Standing before them was still an ogre, but some aspects of the creature had changed.

It was larger than before, but some proportions had changed. Its belly was not as massive, its arms not as long, and its legs were not as bent, making it appear more agile.Gul'dan was trembling, but it was a tremor of excitement for this new creation.

Minutes later, as the shadowy glow gradually faded, the creature standing in the center slowly revealed its true form.

Gul'dan eagerly awaited the fading of this glow so he could clearly see the creature created by his Storm Altar.

Standing before them was still an ogre, but some aspects of the creature had changed.

It was larger than before, but some proportions had changed. Its belly was not as massive, its arms not as long, and its legs were not as bent, making it appear more agile.

And then, it had two heads.

This was an unexpected surprise.

No one knew better than Gul'dan what a two-headed ogre represented.

In Draenor, two-headed ogres were very rare. They were larger and stronger than their kin, and more coordinated.

They were revered by all single-headed ogres and were considered the supreme kings among ogres.

Cho'gall was one of them.

No, he was even rarer, proven to have enough wisdom to be a mage. Gul'dan found this two-headed ogre when he was young and trained him seriously. Cho'gall was a reliable assistant and a powerful warlock, accompanying Gul'dan to this day.

Now it seemed, Cho'gall was no longer alone.

A two-headed ogre!

And clearly with high intelligence and coordination.

Most importantly, this two-headed ogre mage, naturally gifted with multi-casting, could perform unparalleled spell bombardments while maintaining strong melee combat abilities.

The power from the source quickly made the two-headed ogre mage recognize Gul'dan as his master. Then Gul'dan had Cho'gall explain everything about the Horde and what he needed to know. The ogre mage listened quietly, absorbing all the content like a sponge.

The birth of this mage was definitely good news for Gul'dan, who was short of soldiers.

Of course, for Orgrim, these were just bigger and stronger warriors. The Warchief wouldn't care that these new creatures were completely loyal to Gul'dan and not him. For the Horde, which had an incredibly large number of people, whether it was a two-headed ogre or an ogre mage, they were just a small part of a large number. As long as he controlled the entire Horde, no matter what the people below thought, they had to serve the Horde.

Orgrim laughed and turned to leave. Because Gul'dan would complete the next work, the Warchief didn't care how many two-headed ogres this power could create.

Orgrim's focus was always on bigger things, like the complete loyalty of the trolls.

However, an accident disrupted his good mood.

Zul'jin was in trouble.

A premeditated ambush, an arrow that almost pierced Zul'jin's heart. This made Orgrim's plan to incorporate the trolls into the new Horde almost fall apart.

Seeing the familiar green arrow stuck in Zul'jin's chest, Orgrim raised an eyebrow.

Just a centimeter off, and Zul'jin's heart would have been blown up!

The over sixty-centimeter-long arrow pierced through Zul'jin's entire body, and the strange power contained in it resisted the troll's healing power. Worse, Zuluhed told the Warchief that forcibly pulling it out could cost Zul'jin his life.

Orgrim knew very well the importance of Zul'jin.

Just after subduing the other troll clans and not yet completing the union of orcs and trolls, Zul'jin, equivalent to the troll chieftain, was indispensable.

Grit

ting his teeth, Orgrim said in a deep voice, "Who did it? Alleria? Or Sylvanas?" Orgrim couldn't remember every enemy's name, but the most outstanding ones were impossible to ignore.

"I don't know, there were three very powerful, very similar-looking female elf rangers attacking me," Zul'jin answered through gritted teeth. "To be precise, there were four, but the last one was slightly weaker."

Three? Four?

Of course, Orgrim didn't know about the Windrunner sisters. Just as he had difficulty distinguishing between other races.

Face blindness after crossing races, this was a common case.

"Rest well, the Horde will avenge you," Orgrim comforted Zul'jin. In his view, it would take Zul'jin a considerable amount of time to eliminate the mysterious green power. Who knew Zul'jin suddenly grabbed him.

"I have seen the changes of the times, I have seen my own insignificance."

"So?"

"So I need power! The power of magic! Mysterious power! I heard that you used the elves' rune stones to make an altar."

Gul'dan's altar?

Orgrim was never too fond of Gul'dan's evil magic, he had to remind Zul'jin: "The latest news is that out of every ten ogres, three will die in the ceremony, six will be promoted to two-headed ogres, and only one can truly gain the power of magic."

Zul'jin coughed up blood tinged with green energy: "So there's a chance of death, or growing an extra head or becoming a deformed monster? For the revenge of the trolls, I fear nothing."

Orgrim looked down on personal grudges, but was quite moved by sacrifices at the racial level. Zul'jin was trying to gain that elusive evil power at the cost of sacrifice or something else.

This was also a kind of nobility.

Orgrim did not refuse: "When you think it's appropriate, Gul'dan will hold a ceremony for you."

When Gul'dan heard this news, he grinned: Could I truly control a troll chieftain?

An hour later, the Storm Altar was fully activated again.

The power drawn from the sky, transformed by the rune stones, turned into a thick dark energy, accurately hitting this king of trolls.

The deep, evil aura enveloped the green arrow in Zul'jin's chest.

Under the tear of this terrifying power, the almost self-circulating, somewhat endless green energy was easily crushed and swallowed by the darkness. Zul'jin's chest had a huge bloody hole.

The ceremony was not over yet.

Clearing the Windrunner's power left in Zul'jin's chest was just the first step.

When other rune stone fragments injected more dark energy into Zul'jin's body, the troll king's entire chest began to swell. Not just the chest, every part of Zul'jin, from the neck to the shoulders, to the arms, to the waist, to the muscles on the thighs, almost every inch was swelling.

More demonic power entered the wound on Zul'jin's chest, the wriggling bloody wound, like a huge and hideous mouth, seemed to be eating the dark power.

Finally, a dark wind burst from Zul'jin's body.

And then, it had two heads.

This was an unexpected surprise.

No one knew better than Gul'dan what a two-headed ogre represented.

In Draenor, two-headed ogres were very rare. They were larger and stronger than their kin, and more coordinated.

They were revered by all single-headed ogres and were considered the supreme kings among ogres.

Cho'gall was one of them.

No, he was even rarer, proven to have enough wisdom to be a mage. Gul'dan found this two-headed ogre when he was young and trained him seriously. Cho'gall was a reliable assistant and a powerful warlock, accompanying Gul'dan to this day.

Now it seemed, Cho'gall was no longer alone.

A two-headed ogre!

And clearly with high intelligence and coordination.

Most importantly, this two-headed ogre mage, naturally gifted with multi-casting, could perform unparalleled spell bombardments while maintaining strong melee combat abilities.

The power from the source quickly made the two-headed ogre mage recognize Gul'dan as his master. Then Gul'dan had Cho'gall explain everything about the Horde and what he needed to know. The ogre mage listened quietly, absorbing all the content like a sponge.

The birth of this mage was definitely good news for Gul'dan, who was short of soldiers.

Of course, for Orgrim, these were just bigger and stronger warriors. The Warchief wouldn't care that these new creatures were completely loyal to Gul'dan and not him. For the Horde, which had an incredibly large number of people, whether it was a two-headed ogre or an ogre mage, they were just a small part of a large number. As long as he controlled the entire Horde, no matter what the people below thought, they had to serve the Horde.

Orgrim laughed and turned to leave. Because Gul'dan would complete the next work, the Warchief didn't care how many two-headed ogres this power could create.

Orgrim's focus was always on bigger things, like the complete loyalty of the trolls.

However, an accident disrupted his good mood.

Zul'jin was in trouble.

A premeditated ambush, an arrow that almost pierced Zul'jin's heart. This made Orgrim's plan to incorporate the trolls into the new Horde almost fall apart.

Seeing the familiar green arrow stuck in Zul'jin's chest, Orgrim raised an eyebrow.

Just a centimeter off, and Zul'jin's heart would have been blown up!

The over sixty-centimeter-long arrow pierced through Zul'jin's entire body, and the strange power contained in it resisted the troll's healing power. Worse, Zuluhed told the Warchief that forcibly pulling it out could cost Zul'jin his life.

Orgrim knew very well the importance of Zul'jin.

Just after subduing the other troll clans and not yet completing the union of orcs and trolls, Zul'jin, equivalent to the troll chieftain, was indispensable.

Grit

ting his teeth, Orgrim said in a deep voice, "Who did it? Alleria? Or Sylvanas?" Orgrim couldn't remember every enemy's name, but the most outstanding ones were impossible to ignore.

"I don't know, there were three very powerful, very similar-looking female elf rangers attacking me," Zul'jin answered through gritted teeth. "To be precise, there were four, but the last one was slightly weaker."

Three? Four?

Of course, Orgrim didn't know about the Windrunner sisters. Just as he had difficulty distinguishing between other races.

Face blindness after crossing races, this was a common case.

"Rest well, the Horde will avenge you," Orgrim comforted Zul'jin. In his view, it would take Zul'jin a considerable amount of time to eliminate the mysterious green power. Who knew Zul'jin suddenly grabbed him.

"I have seen the changes of the times, I have seen my own insignificance."

"So?"

"So I need power! The power of magic! Mysterious power! I heard that you used the elves' rune stones to make an altar."

Gul'dan's altar?

Orgrim was never too fond of Gul'dan's evil magic, he had to remind Zul'jin: "The latest news is that out of every ten ogres, three will die in the ceremony, six will be promoted to two-headed ogres, and only one can truly gain the power of magic."

Zul'jin coughed up blood tinged with green energy: "So there's a chance of death, or growing an extra head or becoming a deformed monster? For the revenge of the trolls, I fear nothing."

Orgrim looked down on personal grudges, but was quite moved by sacrifices at the racial level. Zul'jin was trying to gain that elusive evil power at the cost of sacrifice or something else.

This was also a kind of nobility.

Orgrim did not refuse: "When you think it's appropriate, Gul'dan will hold a ceremony for you."

When Gul'dan heard this news, he grinned: Could I truly control a troll chieftain?

An hour later, the Storm Altar was fully activated again.

The power drawn from the sky, transformed by the rune stones, turned into a thick dark energy, accurately hitting this king of trolls.

The deep, evil aura enveloped the green arrow in Zul'jin's chest.

Under the tear of this terrifying power, the almost self-circulating, somewhat endless green energy was easily crushed and swallowed by the darkness. Zul'jin's chest had a huge bloody hole.

The ceremony was not over yet.

Clearing the Windrunner's power left in Zul'jin's chest was just the first step.

When other rune stone fragments injected more dark energy into Zul'jin's body, the troll king's entire chest began to swell. Not just the chest, every part of Zul'jin, from the neck to the shoulders, to the arms, to the waist, to the muscles on the thighs, almost every inch was swelling.

More demonic power entered the wound on Zul'jin's chest, the wriggling bloody wound, like a huge and hideous mouth, seemed to be eating the dark power.

Finally, a dark wind burst from Zul'jin's body.