"Look at this guy, he has two heads too!" Gul'dan exclaimed in surprise as he watched the ogres emerge from the altar.
Ur'dan slammed a heavy punch into the newly created two-headed ogre: "He only had one head a moment ago. I can't believe these runes can alter the ogre's body structure."
Gul'dan watched the ogre mages he had brought from Gorgrond enter the altar filled with dark rune arrays. He was excited, excited that he could change his people's bodies and grant them immense power.
The two-headed ogre's intelligence, its body, and its powerful shadow magic!
Like the warlocks around him, Gul'dan, who had only been awake for half a day, was channeling energy into the altar, which was filled with electric flames. He knew that without a large amount of energy, it was impossible to control the magical energy flowing from these enormous runes.
This was why he had always made sure his warlock subordinates in Hinterlands maintained a high level of power within their bodies. The altar was arranged in a pentagram pattern, each point shimmering with a purplish-black light supported by a massive runestone.
These were boulders that Gul'dan had sensed from various locations using corrupted fel energy. These boulders were well-hidden, but before the corrupted fel energy, the magical energy contained within them naturally shone with a unique magical light.
Although Gul'dan and the warlocks had expended tremendous effort to excavate these runestones, it now seemed that all the sacrifices had been worthwhile.
The Storm Altar continued to operate, and Gul'dan grew impatient. Two ogre magi entered the altar and were consumed by magic and shadow power. Neither of them emerged alive.
But the ogres standing behind Cho'gall dared not discuss what was happening; they could only kneel and pray that they wouldn't be next. Yes! Their expressions seemed to say: To hell with these strange powers, we're more used to living with one head.
Gul'dan's wrinkled hands lifted his hood, a habitual action. After completing this habitual movement, Cho'gall and the warlocks withdrew their power.
He rose and walked to the first ogre he had created, asking, "A very good appearance. You look as powerful as Cho'gall."
The ogre spoke, its expression wooden. Compared to Cho'gall, this ogre lacked agility and aggression. It looked more like a stone, a stone that could only speak.
"Let me see your power, ogre magi. Now your power is beyond your own imagination," Gul'dan guided him.
The ogre looked at the unfamiliar hands, puzzled for a moment, then suddenly a large amount of arcane energy emerged from the two-handed club. This arcane energy looked so chaotic, simultaneously covering the ogre's body with a solid magical shield and imbuing the ogre's hands with powerful arcane energy.
The two-headed ogre's hands danced wildly, arcane energy unrestrained by any magical runes or arrays was thus unleashed. Of course, this way of releasing arcane energy was not bad; at least, this ogre blew the warlock's tent to smithereens.
Cho'gall was furious at the fool's actions and was about to rush forward to teach him a lesson when his teacher stopped him.
"Look at this destructive power. I think Orgrim will love it," Gul'dan said, his eyes filled with a knowing look.
As Gul'dan's confidant, Cho'gall looked towards the south of Lordaeron. He seemed to be deep in thought, but he knew his mentor was already planning; what was hidden in the south was what his teacher truly desired.
"What the Horde sees now is mere trifle. Only we hold the Horde's destiny in our hands," Cho'gall said. Gul'dan was very dissatisfied with Cho'gall's sense of belonging to the Horde.
He harshly rebuked him, "Cho'gall, you don't belong to the Horde. This is no longer the time for you to shout 'Lok'tar ogar.' What we need to do now is pursue power, that power that fascinates us!"
Not daring to offend his teacher, Cho'gall's two heads fell silent.
"The rest of the work is yours, Cho'gall. Remember to deliver these two-headed ogres to Doomhammer; he's about to begin his attack on the distant elven kingdom. This aid is just what's needed for him." Gul'dan had more important matters to attend to. These days, especially while he slept, he felt the power hidden beneath the southern seas calling to him.
The next day, Cho'gall sent nearly a hundred two-headed ogre wizards he had created to Doomhammer's army.
Utok Scratcher watched as these two-headed ogres, their bodies radiating both dark shadow and surging magic, entered the orcish camp. They were uneasy; the Blackrock clan had always been prejudiced against races other than orcs, and these ogres were no exception.
Back in Gorgrond, their mines had been constantly harassed by these ogres.
"Did Gul'dan send you?" Orgrim asked, standing before the two-headed ogre.
"No, I am a member of the Horde, a soldier of the Horde." Orgrim hoped for this answer, but he didn't trust these creations of Gul'dan. Including the death knights.
Orgrim pounded Cho'gall's tan chest with his Doomhammer, saying, "Listen, warlock, this time you will fight for the Horde. I want you to personally lead these strange ogre mages to attack the elven city."
Cho'gall disliked direct combat, despite his robust physique.
"No problem, Warchief, but I think these powerful ogre mages should be distributed among the various orcish forces. This way, they will have a greater impact on the soldiers. You know, concentrated power can have the opposite effect," Cho'gall said, wielding his golden staff.
Knowing the warlock was making excuses, Orgrim coldly said, "I accept your opinion, but I don't want to repeat my orders."
Cho'gall left head glanced blankly at the other head, then nodded both heads in unison: "No problem, Warchief, sworn to the Horde."
After receiving confirmation, Orgrim consulted with Utok beside him, saying, "We've rebuilt new engineering machinery here; breaching the elven city shouldn't be a problem."
Saurfang had a long-term vision; while considering the elven problem, he was also considering the Alliance's movements. That's why he told Utok his plan to help Orgrim on their conquest of the elven kingdom.
Though Saurfang was not present in this battlefield, Utok was also a ruthless commander of the Blackrock Clan, and a chief advisor of Orgrim.
A map of the entire border region surrounding Lordaeron told him that the Horde couldn't afford to fight for long in this forested land. The Alliance would eventually come to their aid.
"Warchief, we've received what Gul'dan promised us. The rest is up to us. There's no need to attack the elven cities; our mortal enemy remains the human kingdoms gathering their forces in the south." Utok said.
Orgrim was also considering this. He said, "Send orc warriors capable of riding dragons to tell Zuluhed that they shouldn't linger in Grim Batol. Take the orc soldiers of the Dragonmaw Clan, across the Alterac Mountains. We've waited so long; it's time to deal with these ants!"