My arm is custom-made.

Originally, my arm was slashed by the Night Elf demon when I was hurrying back to the Frozen Throne with Arthas, and I got this arm out of dragon tendons and Northrend's unique metal. It's strong, it's hard, it's lightweight, it's even stronger than another good arm, but I don't need it anymore, even if it's precious. If nothing else, my body can only belong to me, to myself!

I was suddenly a little stunned when I looked at the arm that had belonged to me on the ground, but when I saw that the arm that had been severed was twisting and twisting again, the extremely disgusted emotion in my heart instantly came to my heart.

"You're damned!" I gritted my teeth. “”

When I raised the axe again, several tentacles appeared from the incision of the arm, and then it stood up, and the eyeball was no longer in the palm of the hand, but shifted to the back of the hand.

"You're crazy!" It exclaimed.

"I'm not crazy!" I said, "I'm just simple...... Loathing you! ”

As he spoke, the axe in his hand slashed at the arm, but it caught the axe I had cut down as fast as it could, and then it snatched it from my hand at once.

"Hurry up! Torch! Hurry up and light the torches! Someone exclaimed.

I only looked up at the arm when I heard it...... It had grasped the handle of the axe, and I lifted it up with my hand.

The torch was lit again, and when the light of the fire dispelled the darkness again, the light made me feel a little glaring.

"What's going on with that guy!" Someone shouted.

"He's still alive?" Someone answered.

"He's alive!" A woman's voice tears through the atmosphere here.

"Oh my God!" More people exclaimed.

I looked around at the people around me, and they all looked at me in shock. Including Woking! And Sarufar. The expressions on their faces were not complicated, but the look in them made me uncomfortable.

Finally Woking came to his senses, and he looked at Sarufar to the side and walked briskly to my side.

"Really...... Is that you? His eyes were filled with doubt.

"Is it me?" I repeated the words slowly.

"Incredible." He shook his head slightly, "It's incredible! ”

He shifted his gaze from my face to mine and then to my hand. He frowned. "It's ...... What do you mean? ”

I followed his eyes and looked at my right arm, there was no blood, no misery. I raised my right arm, and the cut was very neat.

Woking's brow furrowed, "What just happened?" ”

I suddenly didn't know how to tell this lie.

"How can you have an axe in your hand?" Sarufar looked at me quizzically. "Are you self-harming?"

I'm speechless, how can this be explained? "I ...... It's not self-harm, I'm ...... Captive. I said.

"What do you mean?" Sarufar looked at me and turned his gaze to the axe in my hand. He stretched out his finger, "What's that!" ”

When I lifted the axe, I was shocked by it, the axe in my hand was the same one I had originally taken from the orc soldiers, and my stump was still hanging from it, but the axe had changed shape. This axe is a one-handed axe for orcs, but in my hand this axe can be used with one hand and both hands. But that's not the point, it's the eyeball that's the key!

The eyeballs were gone, and the axe seemed to be covered with blood vessels, and the axe, which had been just an ordinary double-edged axe, had now taken on two wings. I lifted the axe up to Woking, and he reached out and grabbed the stump.

"Be careful." I say.

Woking gave me a puzzled look, then pulled my right arm off the axe with all his might. He looked at my arm, "Why did you do that?" ”

"I ...... The body was ...... when it recovered. Control of foreign bodies. I said.

"What do you mean...... Foreign body? ”

The man named Zeffrost walked up to me, "Incredible! It's incredible. ”

"What just happened?" Sarufar asked him.

Zeffrost didn't seem to recover from my change for a moment, until Woking reached the stump into his face. "Tell us what happened to you?"

Zeffrost relented, but still stared at me in surprise, "What's going on?" ”

"He said he was out of control and that there was a foreign body controlling him." The king answered for me.

"Yes!" Zeffrost said firmly: "It is true that there is a foreign object." If we hadn't suddenly noticed something was wrong, we wouldn't have stopped casting. ”

"What's that?" The king asked.

"I don't know...... Well...... You cut off your own arm...... Why? He was puzzled.

"A foreign body, a foreign body appeared on my body." I say.

"You cut off your own arm...... Just stop it? ”

"For now, yes." I say.

"What's that?"

"I don't know." I looked at the orc warlock, "It's you who cast spells on me, and this question should be asked to you, not me." ”

The warlock was stunned.

"That axe ......," Sarufar pointed, "what's going on?" ”

"Caused by a foreign body." I said, "It's a product of its magic." ”

"What about your arm?" He said.

"You've fulfilled your promise." I said, "Arms...... It was just an accident. ”

Sarufar looked at me with doubt. "Are you alright?"

"Do you want to check it?" I stretched out my arms.

The news that Zeffrost had cured me immediately spread throughout Orgrimmar, and I immediately became a rarity, and countless people came to visit me. I rejected them outright, but the orc named Gromash didn't take my words seriously at all, and he just broke in.

When he saw me, the emotion in his eyes could be written into an eight-hundred-word essay. His eyes are big among orcs, he looked at me several times and nodded and shook his head, I don't like this guy, he's so rude. I didn't strike up a few words with him, and he finally threw down a phrase "Equip you with an armblade and you can join the Broken Hand Clan" and walked away.

The only person I saw was the Grand Chieftain Sal, who had brought with him another man, a man I had not expected...... Jaina.

I really didn't expect her to come, she didn't expect to see me here, and when she saw what I was like, she was stunned.

I don't really want to see her.

But that's just the coincidence! She's sure she's heard about me, but she certainly hasn't heard I'm here. Maybe my current injury will make me make up more excuses, but her presence is ...... Not a good thing.