The continent of Kalimdor, the Tower of Sleep.

There was a jumble of footsteps, and the Inquisitor of Truth, Oruriel, was walking briskly to an observatory in an experimental site with a group of Nightchild scholars.

There have been some uncontrollable deviations and anomalies in the purification order project, and no one can tell whether this is good or bad.

After all, science is all about continuing to move forward with strength in the midst of constant death and falls.

"What's going on? How could an orc test subject suddenly lose control?"

Oururel walked to the observation platform, looked at a swollen male orc in the platform below, and asked a scholar with a frown.

The Night Child Scholar leader's face was also full of confusion and confusion, and he was checking the data records in his hand and the process of each experiment over and over again.

"It's not right, it's impossible... In the body of this orc test subject, a new unknown cell seems to have been produced... Oh, cells are the tiny things that make up every life, God told us. ”

Orurel didn't care what a cell was, she just wanted to figure out what was going on.

"Go on, what the hell is going on with this orc, say something I understand. ”

The Nightchild Scholar nodded quickly, "To put it simply, this orc has produced a cell that can quickly recover and divide, as long as he eats and drinks enough, he can split more mutated orcs... This is incredible, this has been hidden in the orc's body, or is it newly generated because of our stimulation, we must find out this, and record it quickly!"

This time Oluriel understood.

The orc test subject has mutated, his IQ has become extremely low, but his strength has become stronger, and he has become stronger, the upper body of the orc has become at least thicker, his skin has become more emerald, his mouth has saliva, and the two fangs seem to be longer.

And... He can split himself and produce more of his kind!

It's a strange thing you've never heard of.

Doesn't that mean that as long as he is fed and drunk, and keeps splitting, this kind of mutant orcs with low IQ, impulsiveness, and tyranny can quickly fill the entire world?

"Go, report to the Divine Lord immediately, this matter needs the decision of the Divine Lord!"

Orurel immediately recognized the gravity of the matter and ... Opportunity.

Boss Hu, who got the news, soon came to the Tower of Sleep, he didn't expect that there would be a by-product of the purification order plan, this strange mutation, no one could tell whether it was the original orc, or it was stimulated by the Holy Sect Army.

Looking at the furious orcs below who were rushing around, or constantly pounding the ground and walls, Boss Hu thought for a moment.

"Let him be fed and see the changes. ”

A large chunk of bloody raw meat was thrown onto the testing platform, and the orcs immediately rushed forward, tearing the raw meat and swallowing it into their stomachs.

Subsequently...

“aaagh!”

The mutant orc let out a roar of rage, and his body shook violently like a twisted mass of flesh.

Then, another new orc split from his body, like a piece of plasticine torn in two.

The Holy Cult Army mages on standby on the platform immediately blasted the newly split orc to death.

Boss Hu banged on the guardrail and stared at the orcs below for a moment, as if he was building some plan.

"He's the only new orc like this, right?"

The scholars immediately nodded respectfully.

A dark golden flame flashed, and Hu Feng's figure appeared beside the orc below.

The mutant orcs spotted the enemy and immediately roared to rush up and tear apart the emaciated creature in front of them.

The dawn light instantly trapped the orc, freezing it in place.

Boss Hu pressed his finger on the orc's forehead, and the dawn light poured into the orc's brain.

After a few moments, Hu Feng stopped his indoctrination and dispersed the inhibition.

The mutant orc was confused for a moment, and roared again, but there was no killing intent in his voice, and he no longer tried to attack the existence in front of him.

"Your master commands you, divide. ”

Hearing Boss Hu's order, the orc roared again, his body twisted, and another new orc appeared beside him.

The orc seemed to obey the mother's orders completely, standing obediently in place and not attacking indiscriminately, but he twisted his body a few times from time to time, or two fists collided with each other, proving the mutant orc's restlessness.

"Split again. ”

The parent body immediately began to divide after receiving the order.

Soon, the test platform was filled with restless mutant orcs.

They pushed each other around, hugging each other and yelling at each other.

Subsequently... They fought.

For a while, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the orcs fisted to the flesh, tearing and biting.

Ten minutes later, in addition to the unharmed mother, there were only seven or eight orcs left on the platform.

"Let them kill themselves. ”

When the orcs received the order, they immediately struck their hearts without hesitation, and then their strength became weaker and weaker, and they fell to the ground with a bang, and the flesh and blood in the heart were blurred.

Boss Hu reappeared on the observation platform with a happy face.

Having finally found a good source of cannon fodder, the vaunted sheer forces of the Burning Legion and the Void Creatures will soon be no longer a problem.

"Let him out, I'm going to take this orc. ”

The Nightchildren scholars immediately complied.

"All of you have a great credit, this orc test subject has the same effect on the Empire as the Purification Order. ”

Boss Hu patted Oluriel on the shoulder and nodded to the scholars, who immediately understood.

"All of you have been promoted, and anyone who participates in this research project is free to choose a research direction or become a candidate for the Archon Program. ”

A few days later.

The Eastern Kingdom Continent, the Western Plague Lands.

A mysterious and strange orc tribe has suddenly appeared in the Icewind Ridge area.

Their buildings are nothing more than rubbish heaps made of broken wood.

In the center of the settlement, a large orc was dressed in rough steel armor, which had no sense of regularity or beauty, almost indistinguishable from thick pieces of iron that had been hastily pieced together.

He was given a name by his Titan master: the Great Warlord.

He is the Progenitor, he is the king of all mutant orcs.

They are greenskins.

The Great Warlord quickly jumped onto the boulder in front of the tribe and looked at the tribe below that looked like a giant garbage heap.

“aaaaaagh！”

A loud roar spread throughout the region.

Countless greenskins poured out of the garbage heap and gathered in the open space in front of the boulders.

The current greenskins are not only tall and strong green-skinned orcs, but also some short, thin green-skinned goblins.

Naturally, this goblin is not the intelligent and treacherous goblin of the world of Azeroth, but is mutated from the greenskin.

The ability of green skins to reproduce is extremely terrifying, their hard green skin can actually photosynthesize, and their hair, and even dandruff falling to the ground, can grow new green skin.

The Greenskinned Goblins are the weakest of the Greenskins, and they are often grabbed by the Greenskins and wiped their butts.

Or as a killing toy to kill oneself to pass one's restlessness.

Of course, the main role of the greenskin goblins is the death squad. Armed with high explosives supplied by the Night Empire, they hurled them at the enemy in crudely catapults during the war, and then rushed up to blow themselves up with a target of their choice.

The number of greenskins is skyrocketing every day, and Icewind Hill is no longer able to accommodate these exponential numbers of greenskins.

So the big warlords decided to go to war.

He received orders from his master, and in the northern part of the region, there was a place called the Valley of the Hearth.

Punch in, kill, burn, eat.

The greenskinned troops are like a filthy river of sewage surging through the garbage-like settlement camps.

The stronger ones wore rotten armor covered with rust, the average ones wore planks, and the weaker ones wore trousers.

The same goes for weapons.

“aaaaaaaaaagh!!!!!!!”

The Great Warlord let out a long roar again, and the Greenskins immediately became frenzied and agitated, and they all followed suit.

The green sewage tsunami began to march towards the valley of the hearth.