"This is truly an exquisite creation. I am honored to witness your research!" Kel'Thuzad praised it courteously. He was not an arrogant man, and he never begrudged any outstanding creation his admiration.
"I can already sense a soul. What is your name?" Kel'Thuzad asked.
"Great Warlord Kel'Thuzad, your servant Abomination pays his respects!" Abomination prostrated himself respectfully on the ground, offering his deepest bow.
Abominations were also known as flesh golems. These creatures were made by stitching together assorted scraps of flesh. The list of materials was quite simple, and they could be found anywhere. There was nothing surprising about everyday things such as food and drink being taken to make those disgusting creatures.
"A perfect masterpiece," Kel'Thuzad said, studying Abomination with intense interest in his eyes. "Why not give him a different name? He already has a soul of his own. He is no longer like those soulless creatures that can serve only as cannon fodder."
"No, I believe that even with a soul, he is still an abomination. He can only be considered a greater abomination," rasped a thin acolyte standing beside Kel'Thuzad, whose hooded cloak completely concealed the acolyte's features.
Abomination's body was battered and torn. The stitches across his chest were all too obvious, and his blood-drenched organs were clearly visible. Kel'Thuzad ignored all of this. As he gazed at Abomination, he seemed to see an inspiring work of art.
"How does he compare with the cannon fodder that can only be used as flesh bombs on Meat Wagons?" Kel'Thuzad asked.
"Compared with ordinary abominations, these greater abominations can withstand twice as much punishment. They feel no pain and have no weaknesses. Even if half their bodies are blasted apart, they will not die, and will continue fighting for you, Warlord. The canisters that spray corrosive