Gul'dan was trembling, but he was trembling with excitement at the new invention. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

A few minutes later, as the glow of the shadows faded, the creature standing in the middle slowly revealed its true face.

Gul'dan waited eagerly for the light to fade so that he could see the creature created by his Storm Altar.

There was still an ogre standing in front of them, but some parts of the creature had changed.

It's bigger than ever, but some of the proportions have changed. His belly wasn't as big, his arms weren't as long as they used to be, and his legs weren't as bent as they used to be, making him more sensitive.

Then, he had two heads.

It was definitely an unexpected surprise.

No one knows better than Gul'dan what the two-headed ogre represents.

In Draenor, two-headed ogres are very rare. They are larger and stronger than their own kind, and they are more coordinated.

They are worshipped by all one-headed ogres, and are considered to be the supreme king of the ogres by default.

Gugar is one of them.

No, he is even rarer, and he proves to be wise enough to be a mage. Gul'dan found the two-headed ogre when he was still young and trained him very seriously. Gugar is a reliable assistant and a powerful warlock who has accompanied Gul'dan to this day.

Now it seems that Gugar is no longer alone.

A two-headed ogre!

And obviously has a high degree of intelligence, and the ability to coordinate.

The most important thing is that this two-headed ogre mage is born with a talent for multiple spells, and he can perform unparalleled spell bombardment while maintaining strong hand-to-hand combat ability.

The power from the Origin made the two-headed cannibal mage quickly identify Gul'dan as his master. Gul'dan then asked Gugar to explain to him everything he needed to know about the tribe and what he needed to know. The ogre listened in silence, absorbing everything like a sponge.

The birth of this mage is definitely good news for Guldan, who is short of major generals.

Of course, for Orgrim, these are some of the bigger and more powerful fighters. The Great Chief didn't bother that the new creatures were completely loyal to Gul'dan and not to him. For a tribe with an incomparably large number of people, whether it is a two-headed ogre or an ogre, it is only a small part of the huge number. As long as he controls the entire tribe, no matter what kind of thoughts the people below have, they must serve the tribe.

Orgrim smiled, then turned to leave. Because Gul'dan will finish the rest of the work, how many two-headed ogres this force can create, the Great Chief doesn't care.

Orgrim's focus has been on larger aspects, such as the troll's outright allegiance.

However, an accident interrupted his good mood.

Something happened to Zujin.

A premeditated ambush, an arrow that almost pierced Zujin's heart. As a result, Orgrim's plan to include the trolls in the new tribe nearly failed.

Seeing the familiar emerald green arrow that had remained on Zugin's chest, Orgrim raised an eyebrow.

Just one centimeter away, Zu Jin's heart will be shot!

The entire ultra-long arrow, which was more than sixty centimeters, pierced Zu Jin's entire body, and the strange power contained on it rejected the troll's healing power. To make matters worse, Zuluhid told the Great Chief that forcibly pulling it out would most likely cost Zujin's life.

Ogrim is well aware of the importance of Zukin.

At a time when he had just subdued the other troll clans and had not yet completed the union of orcs and trolls, Zujin, who was equivalent to the troll chieftain, was indispensable in his existence.

Gritting his teeth fiercely, Orgrim muttered, "Who did it? Aurelia or Sylvanas?" Orgrim couldn't remember the names of every enemy, but the best of them always couldn't be ignored.

"I don't know, there are three very powerful and similar-looking female elf rangers besieging me. Zu Jin gritted his teeth and replied: "To be exact, there are four in total, but the last one is slightly weaker." ”

Three, four?

Orgrim, of course, didn't know anything about the Windranger sisters. Just as it was difficult for him to distinguish the specific distinction between different races and creatures.

Facial blindness that occurs after interracial is a common case.

"Rest well, the tribe will avenge you. Orgrim comforted Zukin. In his opinion, it will take a long time for Zujin to dispel that mysterious green power. Who knew that Zu Jin suddenly grabbed him.

"I saw the times change, I saw my own insignificance. ”

"So?"

"So I need power! The power of magic! The power of mystery! I heard that you have made an altar out of elven runestones. ”

Gul'dan's altar?

Orgrim was never too interested in Gul'dan's evil magic, and he had to remind Zukin: "The latest news is that out of every ten ogres, three will hang up during the ceremony, six will be promoted to two headed ogres during the ceremony, and only one will be able to truly gain the power of magic." ”

Zu Jin's mouth coughed up blood with green energy: "Isn't there a chance that you will die, or grow an extra head or become a deformed monster? ”

Orgrim despised the hatred of the level of personal vendetta, but was quite moved by the sacrifice that had been sublimated to the level of the race. Zujin tried to gain that ethereal evil power at the cost of sacrifice or something.

It is also a kind of sublime.

Orgrim didn't refuse: "When you see fit, Gul'dan will perform a ceremony for you." ”

When Gul'dan learned the news, he grinned happily: Maybe I can really control a troll high chief?

An hour later, the Altar of Storms was once again in full force.

The power drawn from the sky was transformed by the rune stone and turned into a rich dark energy, which accurately hit the **** of this troll king.

A dark evil aura enveloped the long green arrow on Zu Jin's chest.

Under the tearing of this level of terrifying power, the green energy that was almost self-contained, with a bit of an endless taste, was easily crushed and swallowed by the darkness. Zujin had a huge blood hole in his chest.

The ceremony is not over yet.

Knowing the power that Windranger left in Zujin's chest was only the first step.

As other runestone fragments poured more of the dark power into Zujin's body, the Troll King's entire chest began to swell. Not only his chest, but also his whole body, from his neck to his shoulders, to his arms, to his psoas muscles, to the muscles in his thighs, almost every inch of the body was bulging.

More demonic power entered the wound on Zu Jin's chest, and the wriggling blood-colored wound was like a huge and hideous mouth, as if he was eating the dark power.

Finally, a dark wind burst from Zujin. (To be continued.) )