The Blackstone Foundry was filled with heat waves and various toxic and harmful gases.
The orcs who worked hard were naked and sweaty, without any protective measures.
These orc workers cannot fall, let alone fall. Once they fall to the ground, they will be thrown into the furnace.
It is said that the equipment refined in this way has a soul.
Garrosh was dissatisfied with the treatment of the orcs as slave laborers. He did the same thing in Orgrimmar, and it was even worse.
Orc health? What is that? Orcs themselves are just a bunch of numbers.
The most important thing is the power of the Blackstone Clan. Whenever I mention that I am an orc from the Blackstone Clan, I immediately feel superior and glowing.
Grimac stared hotly at the artificial fire element in the furnace. This fire element can withstand the temperature in the center of the star and is an indispensable core of the star warship.
"These damn orcs actually treat it as an ordinary forge soul and waste it. I can't let them destroy the precious research results of the draenei people."
Grimac began to think that it would not be difficult to take away this precious fire element, but the orcs would definitely find something missing afterwards.
Is the attitude of the Blackrock Orcs important? You don't have to care at all, but for the sake of the establishment of the Iron Tribe in the future, try to avoid unnecessary surprises.
When Blackhand was escorted to the furnace, Grimac's eyes suddenly lit up and he thought of a good idea.
"Let me go and let me go by myself."
Blackhand pretended not to care and looked at the tall furnace in front of him.
He is about to become the Soul of the Forge, and he must act bravely so that he will not be looked down upon by others.
A wave of heat hit his face, and Blackhand suddenly felt funny. He was about to become the Soul of the Forge, so why did he care about face?
The Blackrock Orcs have worked hard all their lives, but what have they gained in the end?
If I were the chief of the Blackrock Clan, I would never do this.
I want to lead everyone to hunt in the wilderness, light bonfires under the night, be free, sing and dance, and pursue beautiful girls.
Among the orc clans in Draenor, the Blackstone clan is undoubtedly the most advanced and looks down upon their barbaric kin.
But at the same time, it was also the hardest life, like a group of poor people living in hell.
Standing at the crossroads of destiny, Blackhand thought about a lot.
The shamans painted symbols on his body, ensuring that the process of being burned to ashes in the furnace would be lengthy.
He needs to go through unimaginable torture and become one with the flames in endless pain.
Blackhand always considered himself a warrior, but unfortunately in front of the great chief Hannibal, he was just a dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy.
You can't even control your own destiny.
Blackhand smiled, gradually becoming nonchalant, summing up his tragic life.
"If given the chance, I will definitely let the people of the Blackstone Clan choose their own destiny."
Amidst the blessings of the shaman, Blackhand "bravely" walked towards the furnace.
Blackhand did not dare to resist Hannibal's wishes, so taking the initiative to die became his only way to prove his bravery.
Essentially he is still a coward.
The heat wave rolled in, and the flames burned the body, beard, hair, and all the hair on the body quickly burned away, followed by unbearable and heartbreaking pain.
The flames penetrated from his mouth and nose into his internal organs, and his internal organs were burning, and soon turned into ashes.
Blackhand felt like he had turned into an iron barrel, his chest filled with rolling flames, and only the outer skin maintained his orcish appearance.
But he is still alive!
According to previous experience, the body is burned up, the soul merges with the flames, loses all memories of life, and becomes the soul of the furnace. In fact, it is no different from death.
Blackhand shook his body, flames burst out from the gaps in his skin, and he felt that his body was full of power.
Something is wrong.
There were red flames all around, but the pain gradually disappeared, and instead I enjoyed this feeling.
It's like being in a hot hot spring.
In fact, Blackhand had never been in a hot spring or taken a hot bath in his life.
This warm and comfortable feeling only appears in dreams.
Blackhand closed his eyes, his mind was particularly clear.
"I didn't die. I unexpectedly gained the power of fire and was recognized by the fire element. This is probably the favor of fate."
Outside the furnace, looking at the immortal Blackhand in the flames, the shaman, the design director and the hard workers all looked in disbelief.
Blackhand soon realized that people outside must find ways to eliminate the "accident" and they must not sit still and wait for death.
"No one can stop me."
Blackhand's fist was wrapped in a layer of flame and hit the furnace wall hard.
Boom.
The tall furnace kept shaking, and cracks appeared on the inner wall of the furnace.
Blackhand didn't expect that his strength would become so great. Punch after punch, the tall furnace collapsed, and hot flames shot out in all directions.
The orcs approaching the furnace were reduced to ashes before they could scream. Blackhand, who was covered in fire, admired his new body and let out a harsh roar.
Grimac felt very happy. In the palm of his hand, there lay a faint, lavender flame.
"The Draenei cannot know about this, especially the Prophet Velen. Only if Draenor becomes a prison for the Draenei can his rule be stable."
Grimac said with a serious expression:
"Only by causing enough chaos in the Blackstone Foundry can the existence of this special fire element be concealed. An orc recognized by the Draenor fire element, although extremely rare, is still possible. I hope Prophet Velen will not take his sights.
Look here."
Garrosh looked at Blackhand with envy, which reminded him of the feeling of having everything under control after merging with Raiden's Heart.
"Can Blackhand defeat the Sword Master Hannibal?" Garrosh asked.
Grimac smiled and replied: "It doesn't depend on Hannibal, nor does it depend on Blackhand."
There was a riot in Blackrock Foundry, and the orcs who were supposed to be the Forge Souls turned into fire-breathing monsters.
When the warlord Hannibal learned the news, he shook his head with some regret:
"No matter how much destruction this savage orc is going to cause, I am worried that the orcs have nothing to do. It is really a pleasure to watch them sweat until they die of exhaustion."
A cruel smile appeared on Hannibal's lips. When he was a boy, Hannibal's father was exhausted to death. After that, Hannibal was bullied by his tribe.
He hates the Blackstone clan, hates all orcs, and hates this miserable world.
From that moment on, Hannibal vowed to let all the Blackrock Orcs taste the feeling of death from exhaustion.
Hannibal planned to pick up the heavy war hammer on the ground and quell the chaos by himself like before.
But the strange thing is that he can't lift the hammer.
Hannibal took a deep breath and whispered: "Dover the Destroyer, aren't you willing to lend me your power? We have a contract."
Dolfur the Destroyer, a giant who lives in Gorgrond, is a magrond as big as a hill, and the Blackrock Clan respects him like a god.
The hatred in Hannibal's heart attracted Dover's attention, and the two parties reached an agreement.
Dover lent Hannibal his power to rule the Blackstone Clan, and Hannibal helped mine the precious ore buried deep underground.