The Blackrock Foundry was sweltering and filled with various toxic and harmful gases.
The hardworking Orcs were shirtless, drenched in sweat, and without any protective gear.
These Orcs laborers cannot fall, nor dare they fall; if they do, they will be thrown into the furnace.
It is said that equipment forged in this way possesses a soul.
Garrosh was unimpressed by the plight of the Orcs laborers; he had done the same thing in Orgrimmar, and even worse.
Orcs' health? What is that? Orcs are just a bunch of numbers anyway.
The strength of the Blackrock Clan is the most important thing. Whenever they mention that they are Orcs of the Blackrock Clan, they feel superior and proud.
Grimak stared longingly at the artificial Fire Elementals inside the furnace. This Fire Elementals could withstand the temperature at the center of a star, an indispensable core for starships.
"Those damned Orcs! They treated it like a regular Furnace Soul, what a waste! I can't let them destroy the Draenei's precious research."
Grimak began to think that taking this precious Fire Elementals would not be difficult, but the Orcs would surely find something missing afterward.
Does the Blackrock Orcs' attitude matter? We can completely disregard it, but for the sake of establishing the Iron Horde later, we should try to avoid unnecessary accidents.
When Blackhand was brought to the furnace, Grimak's eyes lit up and he had a brilliant idea.
Let me go, let me walk by myself.
Blackhand feigned nonchalance, surveying the towering furnace before him.
He's about to become the Furnace Soul, so he has to act bravely so he won't be looked down upon.
A wave of heat hit him, Blackhand suddenly found it amusing. He was about to become the Furnace Soul; what did he care about saving face?
What did the Blackrock Orcs get in return for their lifelong toil?
If I were the chieftain of the Blackrock Clan, I would never do that.
I want to lead everyone hunting in the wilderness, lighting a campfire under the night sky, living freely, singing and dancing, and pursuing beautiful girls.
Among the Orcs Clans of Draenor, the Blackrock Clan is undoubtedly the most advanced, looking down on their barbaric kin.
But at the same time, they also had the hardest time, like a group of pitiful creatures living in hell.
Standing at the crossroads of Destiny, Blackhand thought about many things.
The Shaman drew symbols on his body, ensuring that the process of him being burned to ashes in the furnace would be lengthy.
He would have to endure unimaginable torment, merging with the Flames in endless agony.
Blackhand always considered himself a warrior, but in front of Warchief Hannibal, he was nothing more than a groveling dog.
They can't even control their own Destiny.
Blackhand laughed, gradually becoming nonchalant, summarizing his tragic life.
"If given the chance, I will definitely let the Blackrock Clan choose their own Destiny."
Amidst the Shaman's blessings, Blackhand "bravely" walked toward the furnace.
Blackhand dared not defy Hannibal's will, so choosing to die became his only way to prove his bravery.
He's still a coward at heart.
The heat was intense, Flames scorched the body, and the beard, hair, and body hair were quickly burned away, followed by unbearable, excruciating pain.
Flames entered his internal organs through his mouth and nose, burning them fiercely until they were reduced to ashes.
Blackhand felt as if he had become an iron barrel, his chest filled with raging flames, with only the outer skin maintaining his Orcs appearance.
But he's still alive!
Based on previous experience, once the body is completely burned away, the soul merges with the Flames, losing all memories of its previous life and becoming the Furnace Soul, which is essentially no different from being dead.
Blackhand swayed his body, Flames bursting from the gaps in his skin, feeling a surge of power within him.
Something's not right.
The surrounding area was ablaze with crimson flames, but the pain gradually subsided, and I began to enjoy the sensation.
It's like being in a steaming hot spring.
In fact, Blackhand had never been to a hot spring and had never taken a hot bath in his life.
This warm, comforting feeling only exists in dreams.
Blackhand closed his eyes; his mind was exceptionally clear.
"I didn't die. I unexpectedly gained the power of Flame and received the recognition of the Fire Elementals. This must be Destiny's favor."
Outside the furnace, gazing at the immortal Blackhand engulfed in Flames, the Shaman, the design director, and the laborers all wore expressions of disbelief.
Blackhand quickly realized that the outsiders must have found a way to eliminate the "accident," and they absolutely could not sit idly by and wait for their doom.
No one can stop me.
Blackhand's fist, enveloped in Flames, slammed heavily against the furnace wall.
Boom!
The towering furnace shook violently, and cracks appeared on its inner walls.
Blackhand hadn't expected his strength to grow so great. He punched again and again, causing the towering furnace to collapse and scalding Flames to burst in all directions.
The Orcs near the furnace didn't even have time to scream before they turned to ashes. Blackhand, his body ablaze with flames, admired his new form and let out a piercing roar.
Grimak felt a surge of satisfaction; in his palm lay a faint, pale purple Flame.
"This matter must not be known to the Draenei, especially Prophet Velen. Only when Draenor becomes a prison for the Draenei will his rule be secure."
Grimak said with a serious expression:
"Only by causing enough chaos in the Blackrock Foundry can the existence of this special Fire Elementals be concealed. An Orcs recognized by the Fire Elementals of Draenor is extremely rare, but it is possible. Hopefully, Prophet Velen won't set his sights here."
Garrosh looked at Blackhand with great envy, which reminded him of the feeling of having everything under control after merging with the Ra-den's Heart.
"Can Blackhand defeat Blademaster Hannibal?" Garrosh asked.
Grimak chuckled and replied, "It doesn't depend on Hannibal, nor on Blackhand."
A riot broke out at Blackrock Foundry, and the Orcs who were supposed to become the Furnace Soul were transformed into fire-breathing monsters.
When Warlord Hannibal learned of this, he shook his head with some regret:
"This savage Orcs is going to cause as much destruction as possible. Well, I was just worried that the Orcs would have nothing to do. Watching them sweat until they die of exhaustion is truly a delightful sight."
Hannibal smiled cruelly. As a boy, Hannibal's father had been worked to death, and afterwards, Hannibal suffered greatly from the bullying of his tribe.
He hated the Blackrock Clan, hated all Orcs, and hated this world of suffering.
From that moment on, Hannibal vowed to make all the Blackrock Orcs suffer the consequences of being worked to death.
Hannibal intended to pick up the heavy warhammer from the ground and, as before, quell the rebellion single-handedly.
But strangely, he couldn't lift the warhammer.
Hannibal took a deep breath and whispered, "Destroyer Dov, you won't lend me your power anymore? We have a pact."
Destroyer Dov, a giant living in Gorgrond, a Magnaron as large as a small mountain, revered by the Blackrock Clans as a god.
Hannibal's hatred caught Dover's attention, and the two reached an agreement.
Dover lends Hannibal power to rule the Blackrock Clan, Hannibal helps mine precious minerals buried deep underground.
Dover's steady voice echoed in Hannibal's ears:
Unfortunately, I've found a better partner.