For the Horde!

An orc lay still on the cold, uneven floor of the cavern, his massive frame bathed in faint shafts of light filtering through cracks in the rocky ceiling.

The air was damp, carrying the scent of earth and stone, and the faint echo of dripping water punctuated the silence. Nearby was an axe rested against a jagged rock nearby, its blade catching the dim light and gleaming ominously.

His chest rose and fell with the steady rhythm of sleep, the breaths of a warrior at peace—a rare sight for one as driven as he.

His reddish-brown skin bore its usual marks of tribal tattoos and faint scars from battles long past, but his body was whole, untouched by any recent conflict. His shoulder has horns and skull design with spikes that make it appear more intimidating. He had an imposing long tusk jutting from his mouth.

Slowly, his eyelids fluttered open, revealing the fiery orange glow of his piercing gaze. For a moment, the orc remained still, his sharp features etched with a faint furrow of confusion. The silence of the cavern pressed down on him, and his senses reached out instinctively, seeking danger or purpose.

He sat up with deliberate ease, his powerful arms bracing against the cool stone as his gaze swept across the unfamiliar surroundings. The cavern was vast, its walls lined with jagged outcroppings and patches of faint moss that clung to the damp surface. The stillness felt unnatural, as if the air itself was waiting for him to act.

His eyes narrowed as he spotted his battle axe nearby, and he reached for it without hesitation. The axe fit into his grasp as if it had never left, its weight a comforting reminder of his purpose and strength. Rising to his feet, the orc stood tall, his towering figure dominating the space around him.

He inhaled deeply, his chest expanding as he exhaled with a low growl that echoed faintly through the cavern.

"Hmm I did not expect things to turn out this way." His voice rumbled. The Orc was none other than Garrosh Hellscream! Or rather, a guy who had died and randomly encountered an entity beyond comprehension to offer him abilities.

He received boons of [ Annihilation maker ], [ Essence of Dominator ], [ Essence of the Hentai Orc ], and [ Essence of Demon King (Nanatsu Taizai ) ].

Afterwards, he was randomly transported to another world namely the reality of Game of Thrones or A song fire and ice. He hadn't watched the show in full and knew small portions along with the timeline video he watched and read.

His essence may have perfect memory and recall but that only applies in his current world and his memory before is not perfect.

"I am happy you were able to cross safely." A voice was heard and turned to see a curvaceous, anthropomorphic goat with a faded lilac fur, curved forward horns and long purple hair, she has four green eyes and a beauty mark under her right eye. She also has wrinkles on the sides of her eyes conveying her old age.

She dons a golden neck collar, earrings, hooves and tips on her horn. She has V-shaped bridal gauntlets and a black furred dress that can contort into monstrous figures.

"Rhok'zan." Garrosh's deep voice called out, this was the entity who gave him the power and ability to venture. Though, her true form was beyond the simplicity of mere words of man to describe what manner of creature she was when he saw her.

She was the Black Goat in the woods, The Goat with a Thousand Young, All-Mother, Mother Goddess, Lord of the Woods and The Mighty Mother. Whose closest words to her true name was Shub-Niggurath. Though, she prefers Rhok'zan from the game Sucker for Love.

"Hello, Darling. Is your new body to your liking? I did add a few adjustments to enjoy yourself." Rhok'zan said as she walked over to touch his body having adjusted her size to reach him considering Garrosh stood at 8 feet tall or little under 2 and half meters.

"I am surprised you would descend into this world. Tell me, won't your presence shatter reality?" Garrosh said seeing her presence is similar to placing a 3 dimensional object to a 2 dimensional object which would tear and destroy the lower dimension.

"Fufufu, fret not. I am using you as an anchor while limiting myself. Therefore I am as strong as this world allows. I can't grant you more wishes until a certain situation occurs." Rhok'zan said snuggling closer to him while Garrosh huffed then nodded.

"Alright. Let's stay for now since I'm going to test my new abilities." Garrosh said and Rhok'zan nodded.

She sat on a nearby rock, her four green eyes watching Garrosh with a mixture of curiosity and amusement.

The cavern seemed to shrink in her presence, her subtle aura bending the air around her in ways that were almost imperceptible but undeniable. Rhok'zan rested her chin in her hand as she crossed one leg over the other, observing the orc with an approving smile.

Garrosh gripped Gorehowl tightly, its familiar weight settling in his hands as though it were an extension of his own body. He swung the axe through the air with a sharp whistle, the force of each movement sending ripples through the stagnant air of the cave.

The blade gleamed with a faint, otherworldly glow, the modifications Rhok'zan had made to it becoming apparent with each passing moment.

Strangely, the axe felt familiar to him, almost as if it had been a part of him for decades. His muscles move fluidly, his strikes gaining precision and power with each swing.

The boons he had received were working subtly, reshaping his understanding and mastery of combat. In moments, Garrosh was no longer simply practicing; he was commanding the axe, each movement a deadly dance of destruction.

As he tested his new weapon, he glanced at Gorehowl. It seemed… alive. The faint glow along its blade pulsed like a heartbeat, and it hummed softly in his grip.

He added new properties where a weapon that grew in power with every enemy it felled, its hunger for battle as insatiable as Garrosh's own. More impressively, it was now bound to him; Gorehowl would answer his call no matter where he was, materializing in his hand like a loyal hound.

'That's enough…now let's test [ Essence of Demon King]' Garrosh recalled that he has Purgatory dimension accessible through this essence and opened a portal.

"Should I come with you?" Rhok'zan knew how long Garrosh would be inside considering time is simply a suggestion to her and not a concept nor a rule applied.

"No, remain here. It will only take me a minute.' Garrosh said and she didn't speak anymore, simply walking over.

"Then once you return, I'll like you to lay with me and birth a new batch of my dark young." Rhok'zan said that motivated him to quickly familiarise himself with his abilities.

"Then prepare yourself because I won't let you rest until my seed has plowed your field." These words made her aroused and went to deeply kiss him with the Black goat of the woods, hardly having difficulty kissing him considering she had countless forms.

"Now go, before I pounce on you." She pushed him away, almost feeling wet from their kiss as Garrosh's fluid, be it saliva, blood, semen, or sweat could drive a woman insanely lustful. Though, only one that he desires because he doesn't want ugly woman chasing him. This was thanks to his [ Essence of Hentai Orc ].

Garrosh stepped through the swirling portal, its edges crackling with an ominous energy that sent faint ripples through the air. As his massive frame crossed the threshold, he found himself standing in a realm unlike any other.

Purgatory stretched before him in endless desolation. The ground beneath his boots was cracked and barren, a pale, lifeless expanse devoid of vegetation or warmth. The air was thick, heavy with an unnatural stillness that seemed to press down on him like a weight. Jagged rock formations jutted from the ground, casting eerie shadows in the dim, sourceless light that bathed the realm in an unearthly glow.

The sky was an unsettling swirl of black and crimson, as if storms were eternally brewing but never breaking. Garrosh's fiery orange eyes scanned the horizon, taking in the stark emptiness. The place reeked of death and decay, the faint stench wafting through the stagnant air.

Gripping Gorehowl tightly, he took a step forward, the weight of the axe grounding him in this foreign dimension. The thrill of testing his newfound abilities coursed through him, his heart pounding with anticipation. Every nerve in his body was on edge, his instincts sharpened to a fine point.

He had only ventured a short distance into the wasteland when a low, guttural growl shattered the oppressive silence. Garrosh halted, his sharp gaze snapping toward the source of the sound. From the shadows of a jagged rock formation, a monstrous figure emerged.

The creature was a grotesque amalgamation of nightmares, its body twisted and warped as though it defied the natural order. Its skin was an ashen gray, cracked and oozing with a black, tar-like substance. Multiple eyes glowed with a sickly green light, darting in all directions, and its maw split into jagged mandibles that dripped with venom.

Garrosh smirked, the thrill of battle igniting a fire in his chest. He adjusted his grip on Gorehowl, the weapon humming in response as if it, too, hungered for combat. Letting out a deep, guttural roar that echoed across the barren expanse, he charged forward, his muscles coiling with power.

The creature responded in kind, lunging toward him with a guttural screech. Its claws raked at the air, its grotesque form moving with an unnatural speed. Garrosh met it head-on, swinging Gorehowl in a wide arc. The axe cleaved through the creature's limb with a sickening *crack*, black ichor spraying across the ground.

The monster reeled back, but Garrosh gave it no quarter. His movements were precise, brutal, and efficient, each swing of Gorehowl cutting through flesh and bone like a hot knife through butter. Adrenaline surged through him as the thrill of combat overtook his senses.

The desolate field of Purgatory bore witness to the clash, the echoes of Garrosh's roars and the creature's screeches filling the lifeless air. With one final, devastating blow, Gorehowl tore through the monster's torso, splitting it in two. Its lifeless body crumpled to the ground, the tar-like ichor pooling around it.

Garrosh stood over his fallen foe, his chest heaving as he surveyed the remains. Gorehowl's glow had intensified, its hunger momentarily sated by the fresh kill. He grinned, his blood burning with the promise of more battles to come.

"Let this realm bear witness to my strength," he growled, his voice echoing in the silence once more.

"I am Garrosh Hellscream, and I will conquer even this forsaken place."

With that, he pressed onward, the thrill of the hunt driving him deeper into the desolate expanse of Purgatory.

Eventually, Garrosh found a place to take refuge and easily recover from his battle. He estimated that his power was accelerating at an insane level. Garrosh believed that a year was enough for him to fully utilize and master his newfound abilities.

'Annihilation's only limit is imagination and the strength of the user…then with the pool of knowledge I have from my previous life then I can make something.'

Garrosh's strength far surpasses that of Leonardo who was the recent user of Annihilation maker. In addition, as the Demon King, he is able to create a race, even an entire Demon Realm if he desires.

'What if I create like Mahoraga? Monster from Monster Hunter?'

If the Demon King was able to place intellect into demons then he could do the same except has more loyalty than what he made.

'Let's make something simple.'

Garrosh held out his massive hand, his fiery orange eyes narrowing in concentration as he focused his will. Shadows gathered around his palm, swirling like a living storm, their dark tendrils twisting and writhing in response to his thoughts. The air around him grew heavy, charged with an almost tangible energy as he began to mold the essence into form.

He envisioned the creature in his mind—a large, powerful dire wolf. Its frame would be towering, its shoulders level with Garrosh's chest, built for speed and power. Its fur would be black as the void, each strand shimmering faintly as though reflecting the dim, unnatural light of Purgatory.

The creature's eyes glowed an eerie green, mirroring the sickly hue of the energy that birthed it. Jagged, bone-like spikes protruded along its spine, lending it a savage, predatory appearance. Its fangs were long and curved, designed to rip through flesh and armor alike, while its claws gleamed like obsidian blades.

The shadowy mass in Garrosh's hand began to solidify, taking on the features of his creation. With each passing second, the dire wolf grew more defined, its form imbued with Garrosh's raw strength and the essence of annihilation itself.

When the process was complete, the beast stepped forward, its massive paws crunching against the cracked, barren ground. It raised its head to meet Garrosh's gaze, a low growl rumbling from its throat as if acknowledging its master.

"Perfect," Garrosh muttered, running a hand over the wolf's massive head. The creature's fur was warm to the touch, pulsing faintly with the power that coursed through its body.

"You shall be my first creation in this realm. I name you…Shadowfang."

The wolf let out a deep, guttural howl, its cry reverberating through the desolate expanse of Purgatory. The sound was a declaration, a challenge to the realm itself. Garrosh grinned, satisfied with his work.

"Now, let us see what you can do."

He gestured forward, and Shadowfang bounded ahead, its powerful limbs propelling it effortlessly across the cracked terrain. The wolf moved like a shadow, silent and swift, its glowing eyes scanning the wasteland for threats.

Before long, another monstrous creature emerged from the darkness—a hulking, multi-limbed abomination with a chitinous exoskeleton and gaping maws. It let out a screech, charging toward Garrosh and Shadowfang with murderous intent.

"Go," Garrosh commanded, and Shadowfang sprang into action.

The wolf met the abomination head-on, its claws raking through the creature's exoskeleton with ease. It dodged the monster's flailing limbs with an almost supernatural grace, its movements a deadly dance of precision and power.

Garrosh watched with satisfaction as Shadowfang tore through the abomination, its fangs sinking deep into the monster's throat. With a violent shake, the wolf ripped the creature apart, black ichor spraying across the barren ground.

As the abomination collapsed in a lifeless heap, Shadowfang turned to Garrosh, its glowing eyes reflecting the faintest glimmer of pride.

"Well done," Garrosh said, patting the wolf's head.

"You will serve me well."

The thrill of creation surged through him, and he knew this was only the beginning. With the powers of annihilation, domination, and the Demon King's essence at his disposal, Garrosh would forge an army, a kingdom, and a legacy that would echo across dimensions.

"Let us continue," he said, his voice a low growl as he turned toward the horizon.

"There is much to do."

Shadowfang fell in step beside him, the first of many creations that would follow Garrosh Hellscream as he carved his name into the very fabric of existence.