Chapter 369 Sao Nian, Do You Long for Power?

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

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

Gul'dan waited impatiently for the light to fade so 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 larger than before, some proportions have changed. His stomach is not as huge, his arms are not as long as before, and his legs are not as curved as before, making him more agile.

Then, he has two heads.

This was definitely a pleasant 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, stronger, and more coordinated than their own kind.

They are worshiped by all single-headed ogres, and will be regarded as the supreme king among ogres by default.

Cugall is one of them.

No, he's rarer, and he's proven wise enough to be a mage. Gul'dan found the two-headed ogre when he was still young and took his training very seriously. Cho'gall is a reliable assistant and a powerful warlock who has accompanied Gul'dan to this day.

Now it seems that Choogall is no longer alone.

A two-headed ogre!

And it obviously has a high degree of intelligence and coordination ability.

The most important thing is that this kind of ogre mage with two heads is born with the talent of multiple spellcasting. He can carry out unparalleled spell bombardment while maintaining strong hand-to-hand combat ability.

The power from the source made the two-headed ogre mage quickly recognize that Gul'dan was his master. Gul'dan then had Cho'gall explain him everything he needed to know about the Horde. The ogre mage listened quietly, absorbing all the contents like a sponge.

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

Of course, for Orgrim, these are bigger and more powerful warriors. The warchief didn't mind that these new creatures were completely loyal to Gul'dan and not him. For a tribe with an extremely large total number, whether it is a two-headed ogre or an ogre mage, they are 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 and turned to leave. Because Gul'dan would finish the rest, the warchief didn't care how many two-headed ogres this power could create.

Orgrim's focus has always been on bigger things, like the total allegiance of trolls.

However, an accident interrupted his good mood.

Something happened to Zukin.

A premeditated ambush, a sharp arrow that almost pierced Zujin's heart. This made Orgrim's hard-won plan to incorporate the trolls into the new tribe almost dashed.

Seeing the familiar emerald green sharp arrow on Zujin's chest, Orgrim raised his eyebrows.

Just one centimeter away, and Zujin's heart would be shot!

The entire super-long arrow over 60 centimeters penetrated Zujin's entire body, and the strange power contained in it rejected the troll's healing power. To make matters worse, Zuluhed told the warchief that pulling it out by force would probably kill Zu'jin.

Orgrim is well aware of the importance of Zul'jin.

When the other troll clans have just been subdued and the union between the orcs and the trolls has not been completed, the existence of Zujin, who is equivalent to the great chief of the trolls, is indispensable.

Gritting his teeth fiercely, Orgrim said in a deep voice, "Who did it? Alleria? Or Cirvanas?" It was impossible for Orgrim to remember the names of every enemy, but in the end Excellent, never going unnoticed.

"I don't know, there are a total of three very powerful and very similar female elf rangers besieging me." Zujin gritted his teeth and replied: "To be precise, there are four in total, but the last one is slightly weaker."

three? four?

Of course Orgrim didn't know about the Windrunner sisters. Just as it is difficult for him to distinguish the specific distinctions of creatures of other races.

Face blindness after crossing races is a common case.

"Rest well, the Horde will avenge you." Orgrim comforted Zujin. In his opinion, it would take quite a while for Zujin to eliminate that mysterious green force. Unexpectedly, Zujin suddenly pulled him back.

"I saw the changes of the times, and I saw my own insignificance."

"so?"

"That's why I need power! Magical power! Mysterious power! I heard that you made an altar out of the rune stones of the elves."

Gul'dan's altar?

Orgrim was never too cold about Gul'dan's evil magic. He had to remind Zul'kin: "The latest news is that for every ten ogres, three will die in the ceremony, and six will die in the ritual. Ceremonially promoted to a two-headed ogre, only one can truly gain magical powers."

Zujin coughed up blood with green energy in his mouth: "Isn't there a chance to die, or grow an extra head or become a deformed monster? For the revenge of the troll, I have no fear."

Orgrim looked down on that kind of hatred at the level of personal enmity, but was quite moved by the sacrifice that sublimated to the level of race. Zujin tried to gain that ethereal evil power by sacrifice or other price.

This is also a kind of sublime.

Orgrim did not refuse: "Gul'dan will perform the ceremony for you when you think it is appropriate."

After Gul'dan heard the news, he grinned happily: Maybe I can really control a troll chieftain?

An hour later, the Altar of Storms was fully opened again.

The power drawn from the sky was transformed by rune stones, turned into rich dark energy, and accurately hit the chest of the troll king.

A dark and evil aura enveloped the long green arrow on Zujin's chest.

Torn apart by this level of terrifying power, the green energy that is almost self-circulating, with a taste of endless life, is easily crushed and swallowed by the darkness. There was a huge blood hole in Zujin's chest.

The ceremony is not over yet.

Knowing the power that Windrunner left in Zul'jin's chest was only the first step.

The Troll King's entire chest began to swell as the other runestone fragments poured more dark power into Zul'jin. Not only the chest, Zujin's whole body, from the neck to the shoulders, to the arms, to the psoas muscles, to the muscles on the thighs, almost every minute and every inch was swollen.

More demon power entered the wound on Zujin's chest, and the squirming bloody wound was like a huge and ferocious mouth, as if he was eating dark power.

Finally, a dark gust of wind burst from Zujin.