Chapter 273: The Horde's Ultimate Weapon

"Doomhammer!" Unlike Gul'dan's humility, Zuluhed didn't bow or show any signs of respect, and Orgrim didn't seem to care about it either.

After all, Zuluhed was a chieftain himself, the leader of the Dragonmaw Clan. He was also a shaman, the only one who remained with the Horde after they arrived in this world. Orgrim felt more comfortable interacting with this typical orc.

It was the shaman's strange foresight or the potential he could provide that Orgrim found incredibly interesting.

"How is that project coming along?" Doomhammer didn't bother with pleasantries, taking the cup of wine handed to him by Zuluhed. The drink was exceptional, and the human blood that seeped into it made it even more delicious.

"It's complete, Warchief!" Zuluhed grinned with his foul-smelling mouth, a smile that seemed like a declaration of victory.

"Take me to see it! Now! Immediately!" Orgrim was impatient.

After two strong assaults, one a pyrrhic victory and the other a direct failure, Orgrim deeply felt the limitations of the orcs. As the most insightful and highest-ranked orc, Orgrim knew that the era of orcs ruling the world alone had passed.

"As you wish. Please follow me." Zuluhed gestured for Orgrim to mount a wolf.

In a short time, they arrived in the southeastern part of the Wetlands.

This place was called Grim Batol, as named by the dwarves. It used to be a dwarven stronghold, but now it belonged to the Dragonmaw Clan.

The rooms in the dwarven stronghold were large enough, but the height was sufficient for dwarves, not very friendly for most orcs. Zuluhed had the idle members of his clan expand the stronghold. The fortress was well-equipped, built inside the mountain, easy to defend, which was essential.

That's because it housed a weapon that could break through the humans' damned defense system.

Zuluhed led the Warchief and his guards deep into the stronghold, finally arriving at a massive iron gate. One could imagine that a vast underground hall lay behind it.

"What's inside? Weeks ago, you told me that you sensed an incredibly powerful and mysterious force, a force capable of changing the entire course of the war. Is that thing inside now?"

"Yes, my Warchief."

"I hope it's worth it. Do you know, Zuluhed? For your elusive vision, I assigned thirty thousand elite orcs to your search party and nearly a hundred thousand laborers as excavators. If it weren't for you, I would have attacked Southshore with full force. Now, if you disappoint me, I won't hesitate to show you the wrath of the Warchief." Orgrim raised his Doomhammer, making a threatening declaration.

"You won't be disappointed, Warchief," Zuluhed snorted, showing a rugged smile.

At that moment, one of Orgrim's guards attempted to touch the handle on the iron gate.

"Wait!"

The Dragonmaw chieftain issued the sternest warning, then reached into a large pouch at his waist and pulled out something strange—a massive, seemingly ordinary golden disc. He raised the disc high.

"I am the master of the Demon Soul, and in its name, I command you to appear, Guardian!"

It was difficult to say if Zuluhed was using shamanic power or something else.

In any case, the Warchief and his orc guards saw countless sparks appear on the huge iron gate. In the void before the gate, the sparks gathered to form a figure.

The figure gradually became clearer—a large, strong humanoid wearing unfamiliar bone armor. The top of its head looked like a demonic skull stripped of flesh and hollowed out, with flames burning within.

Its eyes were spheres of black fire. This strange being floated in mid-air before them, roughly the same height as an orc but appearing somewhat listless, emanating an indescribable power and a sense of... vigilance.

"We wish to enter," Zuluhed said, holding the Demon Soul before the being and pointing to Orgrim and his guards. He was telling it that 'we' included those creatures.

The unfamiliar entity nodded, then turned back into countless sparks and disappeared in front of the iron gate. The Dragonmaw chieftain nodded to his Warchief, signaling that they could now enter.

"What would have happened if we had just barged in?" Orgrim asked.

"Well, it would be bad. One time, a messenger brought your message without waiting for me to remove the guardian. The guardian appeared from somewhere and grabbed the fool's head with its huge, fiery hand, turning his skull to ash."

Orgrim could almost imagine it—a massive claw of fire grabbing the careless orc's head, flames pouring out of his orifices. In a matter of seconds, the creature stopped screaming, its body going limp, and its head reduced to pure ash.

Thankfully, Zuluhed was a pure orc, not a schemer like Gul'dan, who always made Orgrim uneasy. It was also fortunate that Gul'dan was gravely injured.

The massive iron gate creaked open.

Inside, they saw dozens of heavy metal chains, heated red by high temperatures, attached to the walls. Strangely, Orgrim had expected to see a massive creature filling the entire cave.

Instead, at the end of the chains—which grew finer as they neared the room's center—was a bound... human female with pointed ears?!

From the entrance, her face pressed against the ground, she lay on her side, head facing the deepest part of the cave. She wore red and gold gauntlets and leg guards, along with a revealing bikini-style armor. As a woman, she was stunning, with bright red hair and a body that would be incredibly attractive by human standards.

Whether due to comfort or despair, Orgrim could clearly tell she was awake, but she simply lay there.

Orgrim erupted in anger!

He pointed his thick finger at the woman's voluptuous body and slender waist, swearing at Zuluhed, "You idiot! You were attracted to this withered human and her weak waist?! Damn it! I don't care if she's a queen or princess of a human nation! Zuluhed, you're dead!"

At that moment, Zuluhed smiled mysteriously and tapped the disc in his hand.

The next moment, the woman, who appeared to be human, and her chains rapidly grew in size, together with the chains...

A few seconds later, Orgrim snapped out of his shock.

"Ha ha ha! Zuluhed, well done!" ...