Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 302: Power

Gul'dan was trembling, but he was trembling with excitement over this new invention.

A few minutes later, as the shadow light gradually dissipated, the creature standing in the middle slowly revealed its true appearance.

Gul'dan waited anxiously for the light to fade so that he could see the creature created by his altar of storms.

There was still an ogre standing before them, but something about the creature had changed.

Although he was bigger than before, some proportions had changed: his belly wasn't as huge, his arms weren't as long, and his legs weren't as bent, making him look more agile.

Then, he had two heads.

This is definitely a pleasant surprise.

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

Two-headed ogres are extremely rare in Draenor. They are larger and stronger than their brethren, and more coordinated.

They are worshipped by all single-headed ogres and are tacitly regarded as the supreme king among the ogres.

Gujar is one of them.

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

It now seems that Gugar is no longer alone.

A two-headed ogre!

And it is obvious that he has a high level of intelligence and coordination ability.

The most important thing is that this two-headed ogre mage is born with the talent of multiple casting. He can carry out unparalleled spell bombardment while maintaining strong melee ability.

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

The birth of this mage is definitely good news for Gul'dan, who is short of troops and generals.

Of course, to Orgrim, these were all larger and more powerful warriors. The Warchief did not care that these new creatures were completely loyal to Gul'dan rather than him. For the extremely large tribe, the two-headed ogres and ogre mages were just a small part of a huge number. As long as he controlled the entire tribe, no matter what the people below had in mind, they had to serve the Horde.

Orgrim smiled and turned to leave. Because Gul'dan would complete the next task, the warchief did not care how many two-headed ogres this power could create.

Orgrim's focus has always been on the larger issues, such as the trolls' complete loyalty.

However, an accident interrupted his good mood.

Something happened to Zul'jin.

A premeditated ambush, an arrow that nearly pierced Zul'jin's heart, almost ruined Orgrim's plan to bring the trolls into the new tribe.

Seeing the familiar emerald green arrow lodged in Zul'jin's chest, Orgrim raised his eyebrows.

Just one centimeter away and Zul'jin's heart would be shot out!

The entire arrow, which was over 60 centimeters long, pierced through Zukin's entire body, and the strange power contained in it rejected the troll's healing power. What's worse, Zuluhed told the chief that forcibly pulling it out would likely cost Zukin his life.

Orgrim was well aware of Zul'jin's importance.

At a time when the other troll clans had just been subdued and the union of orcs and trolls had not yet been completed, Zul'jin, who was equivalent to the troll chieftain, was indispensable.

Gritting his teeth, Orgrim said in a deep voice: "Who did it? Alleria? Or Sylvanas?" It was impossible for Orgrim to remember the name of every enemy, but the best ones could never be ignored.

"I don't know. There were three very powerful female elven rangers who looked very similar and besieged me." Zul'jin answered with gritted teeth: "To be precise, there were four in total, but the last one was slightly weaker."

Three? Four?

Of course, Orgrim didn't know about the Windrunner sisters, just as it was difficult for him to distinguish the specific differences between creatures of other races.

Face blindness is a common problem after racial instability.

"Rest well, the Horde will avenge you." Orgrim comforted Zul'jin. In his opinion, it would take a long time for Zul'jin to eliminate the mysterious green power. Unexpectedly, Zul'jin suddenly grabbed him.

"I saw the changes of the times, and I saw how insignificant I was."

"so?"

"So I need power! Magical power! Mystical power! I heard that you made an altar with the elves' rune stones."

Gul'dan's altar?

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

Zul'jin coughed up blood with green energy from his mouth. "Isn't it just a chance to die, or grow an extra head, or become a deformed monster? For the revenge of the trolls, I fear nothing."

Orgrim despised the hatred at the level of personal vendetta, but was quite moved by the sacrifice that was sublimated to the level of race. Zul'jin attempted to obtain that ethereal evil power at the cost of sacrifice or something else.

This is also a kind of sublimity.

Orgrim did not refuse: "Gul'dan will hold a ceremony for you when you deem it appropriate."

When Gul'dan heard the news, he grinned with joy: Maybe I can truly control a troll chief?

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

The power drawn from the sky was transformed by the rune stone into rich dark energy, which accurately hit the head of the Troll King.

A dark evil aura enveloped the long green arrow on Zul'jin's chest.

Under the tearing of this level of terrifying power, the green energy that was almost self-circulating and had a sense of endless life was easily crushed and swallowed by the darkness. A huge bloody hole appeared in Zul'jin's chest.

The ceremony is not over yet.

Understanding the power Windrunner left in Zul'jin's chest is only the first step.

As other runestone fragments injected more dark power into Zul'jin's body, the troll king's entire chest began to swell. Not only his chest, but Zul'jin's entire body, from his neck to his shoulders, to his arms, to his waist muscles, to his thigh muscles, almost every inch of his body was bulging.

More demonic power entered the wound on Zul'jin's chest. The wriggling bloody wound was like a huge and ferocious mouth, as if it was feeding on the power of darkness.

Finally, a dark gust of wind burst out from Zul'jin.