Kalimdor Continent, Orgrimmar, Underground Fortress.
Malkorok let out one final unwilling roar and crashed to the ground. His massive body, already beaten to pieces, could no longer rise.
This fanatically loyal follower of Warchief Garrosh was the first to step forward and accept the Twilight infusion bestowed by Garrosh. He accepted the power of Y'Shaarj and proudly became the Warchief's foremost champion, guarding the first checkpoint leading into the Underground Fortress's core.
Of course, there was an eternal truth: everything came with a corresponding price. Equivalent exchange was the will of the greater universe, and Malkorok's price was a severe decline in intelligence. His once normal-sized Orc body had grotesquely warped and expanded, turning him into nothing less than a giant bloodthirsty killing machine.
Deep-purple Twilight energy had thoroughly contaminated his blood, turning it the same dark purple. Even the skin all over his body and the veins beneath it had changed color.
Come to think of it, Orcs really had it fucking rough. They came in every color...
Brown, green, red, black, gray, white, DIY sexy tattoo-stripe colors, and now dark purple had joined the list.
Hmm... add a few more colors, and they could directly form two full teams of Calabash Brothers off to save their grandfather.
After receiving the unimaginably powerful strength of the Heart of Y'Shaarj, Malkorok had felt absolutely invincible. Seemingly endless Twilight energy boiled and surged through his body. Any enemy who dared defy Warchief Garrosh's will would surely be torn apart by him—
Boom!
The warped giant Orc was smashed hard into the ground and slid a long way backward, leaving a long, deep trench riddled with cracks beneath him.
Then, a chain formed from Arcane energy tightly wrapped around Malkorok's arms, yanked him back up, and hurled him heavily onto the ground