Blade's Edge Mountains, the Ring of Blood.
Just as the battle between the Four Dragon Aspects and Deathwing began, a war broke out here as well.
At the edge of Gruul's lair lay a peculiar stretch of terrain called Bladespire Canyon, almost the lowest point in all of Blade's Edge Mountains. The Bladespire Ogres and Bloodmaul Ogres lived at opposite ends of the canyon. They were the two largest ogre clans in Blade's Edge Mountains.
They were controlled by different Sons of Gruul, hating and slaughtering one another. The purpose was simple: those immersed in war rarely spared any thought for other matters, ensuring that gronn rule would remain unshaken.
For creatures as dim-witted as ogres in particular, this method could hardly have been more effective.
Viewed that way, the gronn were actually rather clever themselves.
But with the fates of both the Sons of Gruul and Gruul himself unknown, that rule through manipulation finally collapsed. Especially once they had lost their commanders and faced an invasion by a powerful enemy, it collapsed far faster than anyone could imagine.
Buzzz.
A peculiar sound filled Bladespire Canyon, like the low drone of hundreds upon thousands of locusts beating their wings together. Those sounds intertwined, quickly forming terrifying storms of death.
An enormous Bloodmaul Ogre warlord gripped a fearsome, vicious-looking stone warhammer in both hands, clad in crude leather armor. His two large heads roared, directing his left and right hands separately. With such extreme efficiency, even five insect monsters attacking him together could only leave wounds across his body, unable to threaten his life.
"Bloodmaul! Rally! Rally to me!"
Blood-red rage wreathed the ogre warlord's entire body. He smashed the head of a small mantid rogue with one blow of his hammer, then shouted. More than a dozen hardened warriors had