Flyyyyyyyy

Hulk was a pro football player, a guy who loved nothing more than clutching a pigskin and barreling through the defense like a runaway freight train. He lived for the gridiron.

But he never, in his wildest dreams, imagined he'd see a pair of nipples bigger than a football. 

He became a giant baby, reborn with a new name: Orion.

Orion was the runt of the giant litter, the weakest of the bunch.

But when he turned ten, something crazy happened. He saw a strange panel – that not only displayed his stats but also helped him level up. 

With the panel's help, and a whole lot of elbow grease, Orion led his giant tribe to become the most powerful in the Barren Mountains. 

He went from zero to hero, becoming a mighty Titan King. He was no longer the runt; he was the top dog.

Titan King: Ascension of the Giant

"My clan's old man recently used mithril, crystal cores, and sacred wood vines to forge some incredibly tough, razor-sharp arrows. I'm guessing you'd be very interested," Harbek said, clutching the barrel of strong liquor he'd just purchased and taking a swig.

This was an invitation—dwarves and blood elves had been allies for generations, so just hinting at it was enough.

"Once I've escorted our elder back, I'll visit the dwarves," Elanor replied. She took the drink the bartender handed over—a "Sunny Breeze"—and licked it lightly, almost like she was sampling blood.

"I still need to stop by the Mercenaries' Guild to turn in a few missions, so I won't stick around."

With that, the blood elf Elanor downed her drink in one go, displaying a boldness most blood elves didn't usually show. Then, without a trace of reluctance, she turned and left.

"Master Harbek, who was that blood elf just now?" the young dwarf Tordek whispered once Elanor disappeared.

This war is inevitable