Chapter 3 Chapter two

Orgrim Doomhammer, the Chieftain of the Blackrock Clan, and the Warchief of the Horde considered the surrounding situation.He stood in the heart of Stormwind, watching his warriors destroy the once great city.Everywhere he set foot was ruins.Even stone buildings were not immune to burning.Bodies and rubble were strewn across the street, and blood was sprinkled here and there on the stone slabs.The screams from time to time in the distance indicate that surviving humans were discovered and tortured. Doomhammer nodded.It's amazing. The majestic Stormwind City was originally a major obstacle for the Horde.He also doubted whether he could take down the strong city wall and knock down the warriors who stood firm here.Despite the Horde's decisive numerical superiority, the humans fought back time and time again with dogged determination.Doomhammer respects them in this regard.They are all worthy opponents.

But now they were lost, and like all other enemies, they were doomed to the Horde's might.The city was breached, and the inhabitants fled to the death.Now, the land belongs to the tribe.This fertile land is very similar to what their hometown looked like before it suffered a catastrophe.The catastrophe caused by Gul'dan and his paranoia. Thinking of this, Doomhammer felt disgusted again.Gul'dan!That treacherous so-called shaman-turned-warlock has caused disasters that can no longer be redeemed with his life.If he hadn't opened the passage to this world, he would have been torn to pieces by angry clansmen.But this usurper turned this to his advantage, and even took control of Black Hand—maybe Black Hand was always his.Doomhammer had watched the former chieftain for years, and knew that the burly orc was smarter than he let on.But still not enough.Gul'dan easily controlled him through Blackhand's ego.Doomhammer was convinced that Gul'dan was behind the plan to unite the clans into the Horde.The Shadow Council hides behind the scenes, controls the entire tribe, and uses "suggestions" to guide the actions of the black hand, but the black hand itself is unaware.

Doomhammer gritted his teeth.For now, at least, it's finally over.The result of killing the black hand was actually not what he hoped for.He had been the chief's second-in-command, and had sworn to fight by his side forever.However, the tradition of the clan made him have to challenge the chieftain to win the right to rule, and Doomhammer finally had to choose this path.He knew he had to choose, he had to win, and things went his way.The blow that shattered Blackhand's head had sealed his control of their clan -- and entire tribe. Only the Shadow Council is left to deal with.And it suits him.

He's excited about what comes next.Most orcs don't even know the council exists, let alone its members and grounds.But Doomhammer guessed who he could ask.Garona, the half-orc, confessed the position of the council after suffering—perhaps it was her non-orc half that weakened her resistance.The faces of the warlocks when he broke into that meeting were so beautiful, even better than the ones he had seen when he scouted and slaughtered them.Doomhammer has shattered the power of the Shadow Council to this day.He will never be controlled by these people like the black hands before him.He will choose the battles he wishes and make his own plans, all to ensure the survival of his people and not just one man's selfish desires.

Just like the call of his thoughts, on a wide but blood-stained road not far away, two walking figures broke into his sight.One of them was shorter than the average orc, while the other was much taller but had a strange figure. Doomhammer immediately knew who they were, and he sneered, his fangs twisting his body. lips. "Have you completed your task, then?" Gul'dan yelled as he approached with his servant Cho'gall.He struggled to keep his gaze on the warlock, and barely managed to keep his piercing gaze away from the hulking servant beside him.Doomhammer has fought ogres all his life, as have most orcs.He, too, had hated the idea of ​​Blackhand joining forces with such monstrous creatures, though he admitted that such things could be very useful in battle.Still, he dislikes and distrusts them.And Cho'gall was worse than most of them, a rare breed, a two-headed ogre, wiser than his brutal kin.So Cho'gall is a mage, and Doomhammer would be worried about the idea of ​​an ogre with such abilities, plus Cho'gall also got the right to control the Twilight's Hammer, which also shows the harmony The orc-like fanaticism of those who followed him... made the two-headed ogre very dangerous.Although Doomhammer didn't want to show that he had these thoughts, when the ogre mage approached, he held his hammer tightly in his hand.

"Not yet, noble Doomhammer." Gul'dan replied, stopping beside him.The warlock wasn't any worse than when he was asleep, aside from looking emaciated. "I'm finally free from any effects of that long slumber and I'm going to show what I've gained from that slumber" "Oh? This sleep of yours gave you wisdom?" "It showed me a path to great power," Gul'dan said, eyes full of desire.But Doomhammer knew it was no ordinary desire, not for women, good food or riches.All Gul'dan thinks about is power, and he'll do anything to get it.Everything he'd done to their world had proven it.

"For your power, or for the Horde?" Doomhammer asked "It's for each other," the sorcerer replied.His voice gradually lowered into a secretive whisper. "I saw a place, an ancient existence beyond our imagination, even older than the sacred mountain of our hometown. It sleeps in the depths of the waves, and its power can change the world. We can ask for this power Use it for us, and then no one will be able to stand against us!" "No one can resist us now!" Doomhammer roared angrily. "I'd rather use a warhammer or a battleaxe than some nasty sorcery of whatever you find. See what your plans have done to our world, to our people? One last warning, I don't You will be allowed to attempt to destroy this new world we have just begun to conquer!"

"This is far better than your request!" The warlock suddenly yelled, as if completely abandoning his carefully disguised slave status, "My destiny lies in the depths of that water, and you can't stop me from completing it!" ! This tribe is only the first step in the future of our tribe, I will lead them further, not you!" "Watch your attitude, Warlock," replied Doomhammer, raising his hammer and tapping Gul'dan lightly on the face. "Think what happened to your precious Shadow Council. I could smash your skull right now, so where is your fate at this time?" Then he glared at the tall Cho'gall "Don't expect this abominable Creatures can save you." With a terrible roar, he raised his hammer aloft and laughed as he saw the ogre magi step back, horror on both faces. "I've slashed ogres and even grons before, and I can do it again now." He raised his head and took a step closer "Your goals will no longer matter, you can only serve the Horde"

For just a split second, he saw the anger in Gul'dan's eyes that made him think the warlock might not give up so easily, and he was suddenly pleased.Doomhammer has always had great respect and admiration for the shamans among his people, as all orcs do, but there is something very different about these warlocks.Their power comes not from the elements or ancestral spirits but from some other creepy source.These spells of theirs turned his people from a healthy brown to a hideous green, and had destroyed their own world, forcing them to live in it.Gul'dan was the leader of their pack, their instigator, and the most powerful, cunning, and selfish of them all.Doomhammer is well aware of the value of warlocks to the Horde, but he suddenly feels that he might be better off without these people.

Perhaps Gul'dan read these thoughts in his eyes, and when the anger disappeared, cautious and unwilling respect reappeared on his face. "Of course, the mighty Doomhammer." The warlock buried his The head said "You're right, the Horde must come first" and he grinned, the anger clearly gone or re-buried. "I have many new ideas to aid in our cause of conquest, but first I will deliver the warriors I have promised, who are invincible and will be entirely under your control" Doomhammer nodded slowly "That's good", he said "I will not ignore anything that can definitely make us successful" He turned his face away, ignoring the warlock and his servant, Gul'dan Apparently understanding the cue, he bowed and walked away slowly, with Cho'gall stomping behind him.Doomhammer knew he had to keep an eye on these two very closely.Gul'dan is not the kind of person who doesn't care about insults, or who allows someone to control him for a long time.But until then, his spells will be very useful and allow Doomhammer to benefit greatly from them.The sooner they took out those who opposed him, the sooner his people could lay down their arms and start rebuilding their homeland.

With this in mind, Doomhammer set out to find another of his lieutenants.He eventually found him in what appeared to be the Great Hall, celebrating with food and wine he had just found. "Zuluhed!" The orc shaman looked down and saw that Doomhammer was calling his name, and immediately stood up, pushing away the wine glass and large plate in front of him.Although he was already a thin and wrinkled old man, Zulushid still had a pair of sharp brown-red eyeballs under his tattered gray braid. "Doomhammer!" Unlike Gul'dan, the Zuluhed didn't bow, and Doomhammer didn't care.Zuluhed was a chieftain himself, head of the Dragonmaw clan.He is also a shaman, the only shaman who still accompanies the tribe.Doomhammer is very interesting because of that ability or what they might offer. "How did that go?" Doomhammer didn't exchange any pleasantries, and directly took the wine glass handed over by Zuluhed.The wine in there is very good, and some human blood flowing into the glass makes the wine even more delicious "It's still the same," the leader of the Dragonmaw Clan replied, but a disgust was evident on his face Months ago, Zuluhed told Doomhammer that he was puzzled by a strange prophecy.A prophecy about a strange mountain range, beneath which lies a treasure of great power -- a treasure not of wealth but of power.Doomhammer respected the aged chieftain and well remembered the power of a shaman's prophecy in his own world.So Doomhammer agreed to Zuluhed's request, letting him lead his clan to search for the mountain and the power hidden in it.It took several weeks, but the Dragonmaw clan finally discovered a large cavern deep in the earth, and a strange object, a golden disc that they named the Demon Soul.Although Doomhammer had not yet seen the artifact in person, Zuluhed assured him that the thing emanated immense and incredibly ancient power.Unfortunately, it seems to be very difficult to get this power "You promised me you could control this power," Doomhammer reminded, throwing the empty goblet aside.The glass hit the far wall with a dull thud. "I will," Zuluhed assured Doomhammer. "The Demon's Soul contains enormous energy, and his power can allow us to smash mountains and tear the sky!" He frowned. "But until now, he still resists my spell" He shook his head again and said "But I will find the key, I know I will, I saw it all in my dream once, and then when we got With this power, we can enslave any servant we choose! Then when they are under our control, we will rule the skies, and rain and fire on all who try to oppose us" "Very good." Doomhammer patted Zuluhed on the shoulder.The shaman's fanaticism also worried him at times, especially after he discovered that the Zuluhed seemed to have no desire to inhabit this world at all.But he never doubted his loyalty.This is also why he rejected Gul'dan's proposal of a similar prophecy-based power-finding in favor of the old orc's proposal.Doomhammer was well aware that no matter what happened, the Zuluhed would not turn against him or his people.And if the Demon Soul can do half of what the Zuluhed promised, if the thing really fulfills the shaman's hunch, it will indeed give the Horde at war a very big advantage. "Tell me when it's ready" "Of course." Zuluhed refilled the wine from a bloodstained golden cask, then raised his glass to salute Doomhammer.Doomhammer rose to his feet, allowing the shaman to continue his feast.He started roaming the fallen city again.He loves watching directly what his fighters are doing, and he knows when his fighters see him walking among them like this it gives them a feeling that he is one of them This will make them more closely connected with him.Blackhand is very aware of this as well, he does let his orcs see him as a warchief first and then a warchief second, something Doomhammer learned so well from his predecessor the same thing.His meeting with the Zuluhed also took away the sour taste Gul'dan had left in his mouth, and Doomhammer found him in a very good mood as he walked these paths.His people had won a great victory here and rightfully celebrated it.He'll let these guys enjoy it for the next few days, and then they'll move on to the next goal. Gul'dan watched Doomhammer from a distance. "What the hell are he and Zuluhed planning?" he pondered, not turning his gaze away from the warchief's back. "I don't know," Cho'gall replied, "They also discussed it secretly. I think it has something to do with what the Dragonmaw found in the mountains, half of their clan is there now but I don't know what they are doing. do what" "Forget it, it doesn't matter." Gul'dan frowned, thinking casually. "Whatever it is, that thing will distract Doomhammer, which will give us an advantage. That thing won't let him discover our plans before we act." He laughed. It was too late for him." "Are you going to take his place as Warchief?" Cho'gall's other head asked suddenly, as they started back toward the barracks Doomhammer had set up for them. "Myself? No." Gul'dan said with a smile. "I have no interest in attacking these streets with a battle ax or a hammer, and slaughtering my enemies into pieces." He explained, "I have chosen a greater road, and I will meet them with my soul, and then I will meet them in my soul." Far away destroys them, devours them." He smiled contentedly at his thought. "And soon, all that I wish will be mine, and Doomhammer will be worthless. Even the might of the Horde will pale before me. And then I will open my hands and lay this Clean up the world, and recreate it the way I want it to be." He laughed again, echoing through the crumbling buildings behind him, as if the dying city was fighting with him. laughing together