Chapter 43: The Altar of the Storm

"Look at this guy, he has two heads, too!" Gu said in amazement as he looked at the ogres who came out of the altar.

Gal smashed the two-headed ogre with a heavy punch: "He just had only one head, I can't imagine that these runes can change the body structure of the ogre." ”

Gugar watched as the ogre he had brought from Gorrond entered the altar filled with dark runes, and he was excited, excited that he could change the bodies of his people and give them great power. The wisdom of a two-headed ogre, the shadow spell of the body already powerful!

Like the warlocks around him, Gul'dan, who had just awakened for half a day, was channeling energy into the altar filled with electric fire. He knew that without a large amount of energy, it was impossible to control the magical energy that flowed out of these huge runes. That's why, from Hinterland, he has to keep his warlock subordinates under him to keep the strength in his body full.

The altar takes on the shape of a pentagram, and every point that shines with purple-black light is supported by a huge rune stone. This is a boulder that Gul'dan has sensed from various places using the Corrupt Evil Power. These boulders are well hidden, but in the face of the corrupted evil powers, the magical energy contained in the situation will naturally shine with the special light of magic.

Although it took a great deal of strength for Gul'dan and the Warlocks to dig up these rune stones, it now seemed that all the sacrifices were worth it.

The Storm Altar was constantly operating, and Gul'dan was a little impatient. Two ogre wizards walked into the altar and were consumed by magic and shadow powers. None of them made it out alive.

But the ogres standing behind Gugar didn't dare to talk about what was happening now, they could only kneel down and pray that the next one was not me, right! Their faces seemed to say: To hell with these strange powers, we are more accustomed to living with a head.

Gul'dan's wrinkled hands lifted his hood after the habitual gesture was completed. Gugar and the Warlocks reclaimed their power.

He got up and walked over to the first ogre he had made and asked, "Very nice appearance, you look as strong as Gugar." ”

The ogre spoke, his expression was wooden, compared to Gugar, this ogre was less agile and aggressive. He looked more like a stone, a stone that could only speak.

"Show me your power, ogre wizard, now you're more powerful than you ever imagined." Gul'dan led him and said.

The ogre looked at the unfamiliar hands, he was puzzled for a moment, and suddenly a large amount of arcane energy appeared from the two-handed sword. The arcane energy seemed so chaotic that he was imbuing the ogre's hands with powerful arcane powers while covering the ogre's body with a solid spell shield.

The two-headed ogre's hands fluttered wantonly, and the arcane energy that was not restricted by any spell rune circle was unleashed like this. Of course, this way of releasing arcane energy is not bad, at least, this ogre blew up the warlock's tent.

Gugar was angry at the fool's actions, and he was about to rush up to him and teach him a lesson. was stopped by his own teacher.

"Look at the destructive power, I think Orgrim will like it." Gul'dan, who had a deep meaning in his eyes, looked at Gugar and said.

As Gul'dan's henchman, Guljar looked to the south of Lordaeron. He seemed to be thinking about something, but he knew that the mentor had already started planning, and what was hidden in the south was what the teacher really wanted.

"What is in front of the tribe now is only a small profit, and only we are in control of the fate of the tribe." Gugar said.

Guldan was dissatisfied with Gugar's sense of belonging to the tribe, and he rebuked fiercely: "Gugar, you don't belong to the tribe, and now is not the time for you to shout loktarogar." What we need to do now is to seek power, the power that can fascinate us! ”

Not daring to offend the teacher, both of Gugal's heads fell silent.

"You'll do the rest, Gurgar, remember that these two-headed ogres have been sent to the Hammer of Doom, and he's going to start attacking the elven cities in the distance. This assistance is just right for him. "Gul'dan has more important things. These days, especially in his slumber, he felt the hidden power of the southern seabed calling to him.

The next day, Gurgar sent nearly a hundred two-headed ogre wizards to Doomhammer's army.

The brothers, Red and Maim, watched as the two-headed ogres, whose bodies glowed with black shadows and magic at the same time, entered the orc's tent. They are uncomfortable, the Blackstone Clan has always been prejudiced against races other than orcs, and so have these ogres.

During their time in Golrond, their mines had been infested by these ogres.

"Did Gul'dan send you?" Orgrim asked, standing in front of the two-headed ogre.

"No, I'm a member of the tribe, a soldier of the tribe." Orgrim wanted such an answer, but he did not trust the creatures of Gul'dan. Including those Death Knights.

Orgrim struck the earthy yellow chest of Gugar with the hammer of destruction and said, "Listen to the Warlock, this time you are fighting for the Horde. I want you to personally attack the elven city with these strange ogre wizards. ”

Gugar did not like to fight head-on, although he was very strong.

"No problem, Great Chief, but I think these powerful ogre wizards should be distributed among the orcs, so that he will have more influence on the soldiers. You also know that the concentration of great forces can have the opposite effect. The Gugar Golden Scepter said.

Knowing that the warlock was prevaricating, Orgrim said coldly, "I accept your opinion, but I don't want to repeat my order a second time. ”

Gu glanced at Gal blankly, and the two heads nodded together: "No problem, big chief, swear allegiance to the tribe." ”

After Orgrim received an affirmative answer, he consulted with Itreig beside him, "We should have no problem rebuilding new construction machinery here and attacking the elven city. ”

Itreg has a long-term perspective, and while he thinks about the elves, he also thinks about the movement of the Alliance.

The map of the entire border around Lordaeron told him that it was impossible for the tribes to fight for too long in this forested land. There will always be a day when the alliance will come to the aid here.

"Great Chief, we have already received what Gul'dan promised us, and we will do the rest. There is no need to attack the elven city, knowing that our mortal enemy is still the human kingdom that has gathered forces in the south. Itreg said.

Orgrim was also thinking about this, he said: "Send the orc knight who can control the dragon, tell Zulushid, don't stay in Grimbaatar, take all the orc soldiers, cross the Alterac Mountains, and wait so long, we are going to attack these ants!" ”