Gul 'dan was trembling, but he was trembling in excitement from this new creation.
A few minutes later, as the light gradually dissipated, the creature standing in the middle slowly revealed its true appearance.
Gul 'dan eagerly waited for the light to fade so that he could see the creature that his Storm Altar had created.
There was still an Ogre standing in front of them, but there were some changes to this creature.
Although it was larger than before, some of its proportions had changed. Its stomach was not as large, its arms were not as long, and its legs were not as curved, making it more agile.
It also had two heads.
This was definitely an unexpected surprise.
No one knew better than Gul 'dan what a Twin-headed Ogre represented.
In Draenor, Twin-headed Ogres were very rare. They were larger and stronger than their own kind, and more coordinated.
They were worshipped by all single-headed Ogres and were recognized as the supreme kings of the Ogres.
Gugal was one of them.
No, he was even rarer. He was proven to have enough intelligence to be a Mage. Gul 'dan had found this Twin-headed Ogre when he was still young and trained him very seriously. Gugal was a reliable assistant and a powerful Warlock, and he had accompanied Gul 'dan to this day.
Now, it seemed that Gugal was no longer alone.
A Twin-headed Ogre!
And it was clear that he had high intelligence and coordination.
Most importantly, this kind of Ogre Mage with two heads was born with the talent of casting multiple spells. He could maintain his powerful close combat abilities while also casting unparalleled spells.
The power that came from the source allowed the Twin-headed Ogre Mage to quickly recognize Gul 'dan as his master. Then, Gul 'dan had Gugal explain to him everything he needed to know about the Horde. The Ogre Mage listened quietly, absorbing everything like a sponge absorbing water.
The birth of this Mage was definitely good news for Gul 'dan, who lacked soldiers.
Of course, to Orgrim, these were larger and more powerful warriors. The Great Chief did not care that these new creatures were completely loyal to Gul 'dan and not him. For a Horde with such a large population, Twin-headed Ogres and Ogre Mages were just a small part of it. As long as he controlled the entire tribe, no matter what kind of thoughts the people under him had, they had to serve the tribe.
Orgrim smiled and turned to leave. Because Gul 'dan would complete the rest of the work, the Great Chief did not care how many Twin-headed Ogres this power could create.
Orgrim's focus had always been on the bigger picture, such as the complete loyalty of the Trolls.
However, an accident interrupted his good mood.
Something happened to Zu Jin.
It was a premeditated ambush, a sharp arrow that almost pierced Zu Jin's heart. This almost ruined Orgrim's plan to bring the Trolls into the new Horde.
Seeing the familiar emerald arrow on Zu Jin's chest, Orgrim raised his eyebrows.
Just a centimeter more and Zu Jin's heart would have exploded!
The entire arrow, over sixty centimeters long, pierced through Zu Jin's body. Moreover, the strange power contained within the arrow refused the ogre's healing ability. To make matters worse, Zuluhid told the Great Chief that pulling it out by force might cost Zu Jin's life.
Orgrim was very clear of Zu Jin's importance.
Since the other Troll Tribes had just submitted to him and had yet to complete the alliance between the Beastmen and Trolls, Zu Jin, who was equivalent to the Great Chief of the Trolls, was indispensable.
Orgrim gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "Who did it? Aurelia? Or Cirvanas? " Orgrim could not remember every enemy's name, but the most outstanding ones could not be ignored.
"I don't know. There were three very powerful female Elven Rangers who looked very similar to me." Zu Jin gritted his teeth and replied, "More accurately, there were four of them, but the last one was slightly weaker."
Three? Four?
Of course, Orgrim did not know about the Windrunner sisters. Just like how it was difficult for him to differentiate between different races.
Face blindness after crossing races was a common case.
"Rest well, the tribe will avenge you," Orgrim comforted Zu Jin. From what he saw, Zu Jin would need a lot of time to get rid of the mysterious green power. Who knew that Zu Jin would suddenly pull him back.
"I saw the changes of the times, and I saw how insignificant I am."
"So?"
"So I need power! Power of magic! Mysterious power! I heard that you used the Elven Runestones to make an altar. "
Gul 'dan's altar?
Orgrim had never been too interested in Gul 'dan's evil magic, so he had to remind Zu Jin, "The latest news is that out of every ten Ogres, three will die during the ritual, six will become two-headed Ogres during the ritual, and only one will truly obtain the power of magic."
Zu Jin coughed out some green blood, "Isn't it just a chance to die, grow another head, or become a deformed monster? For the sake of the Trolls' revenge, I have nothing to fear. "
Orgrim looked down on this kind of personal hatred, but he was moved by the sacrifice of the entire race. Zu Jin wanted to sacrifice himself or pay some other price to obtain this kind of ethereal evil power.
This was also a kind of honor.
Orgrim did not refuse, "When you think it is appropriate, Gul 'dan will perform the ritual for you."
When Gul 'dan heard this news, he grinned in joy. Perhaps I can truly control a Great Demon Chieftain?
An hour later, the Storm Altar was fully activated again.
The power drawn from the sky was modified by the runestones, turning into dense dark energy that accurately hit the Troll King's chest.
The dark evil aura wrapped around the green arrow in Zu Jin's chest.
Under the tearing of this level of terrifying power, the green energy that seemed to have formed an endless cycle was easily crushed and devoured by the darkness. A large bloody hole appeared in Zu Jin's chest.
The ritual was not over yet.
Getting rid of the power that Windrunner had left in Zu Jin's chest was only the first step.
When the other runestones poured more dark energy into Zu Jin's body, the Troll King's chest began to swell up. It was not just his chest. Almost every inch of Zu Jin's body, from his neck to his shoulders, to his arms, to his waist, to his thighs, was swelling up.
More demonic power entered the wound on Zu Jin's chest. The wriggling bloody wound was like a huge and ferocious mouth, as if it was devouring the dark energy.
Finally, a gust of dark wind burst out of Zu Jin's body.
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