Operation Natural Disaster

A frame that was more than two metres tall. Solid muscles. Shiny, rough skin. Blood vessels which coursed through the surface of the body like snakes. Thick black mane that drifted in the wind. An odour that was unbearable to the human nose. And last but not least, a pale white pig head full of swelling warts. This was the Orc commander, Gothmog!

He raised the axe in his hand high. Suddenly, the axe glowed with an intense red light. The red light burst outwards like a shockwave, enclosing all the Orcs at least four or five square kilometers around.

All the Orcs within the red light roared simultaneously from the depths of their throats, then raised their weapons as well! Their eyes that were filled with greed and excitement seemed red enough to shed blood!