While Luo Fei's side was fighting fiercely, Luo Xia's side was just as lively. He was leading three hundred Spartans—oh, rather, three hundred green-skinned warriors wearing red briefs—in a glorious slaughter.
After wrapping things up on Sakaar, Luo Xia struck while the iron was hot and took Denarian Saal and his clansmen back to that nameless planet. In any case, Denarian Saal and his people had never named the planet themselves, referring to it only as things like Mother Earth.
Thus, Luo Xia presumptuously named the planet Azeroth.
And sure enough, the orcs living there were rather interesting. The orcs who had not been altered by Hulk genes had brown skin and looked no different from Denarian Saal and his people. However, the altered orcs were stronger, more physically robust, and had more warriors capable of wielding the power of thunder.
Around fifty million orcs lived on this Azeroth, scattered across the planet and gathered in relatively primitive tribal settlements.
Denarian Saal's entire tribe had been wiped out by the High Evolutionary and captured for experiments on Sakaar. Less than one-tenth had survived, but their combat power had increased severalfold.
These past days, Luo Xia and Dr. Banner had helped Denarian Saal's Warsong Clan—naturally, that was also a name Luo Xia had changed—rebuild their settlement. Such major construction naturally drew resentment from many natives, especially since the Warsong Clan's former territory had already been occupied by other natives.
There was nothing more to say after that. Whoever had the bigger fist was right.
Denarian Saal's warriors numbered only one-fifth of the other side, but in battle, each of them could practically take on ten enemies. Whether in strength, weapons, or recovery ability, they completely crushed their opponents. A single charge shattered the enemy's defenses and beat them into kneeling and