Hulk was a pro football player, a guy who loved nothing more than clutching a pigskin and barreling through the defense like a runaway freight train. He lived for the gridiron.

But he never, in his wildest dreams, imagined he'd see a pair of nipples bigger than a football. 

He became a giant baby, reborn with a new name: Orion.

Orion was the runt of the giant litter, the weakest of the bunch.

But when he turned ten, something crazy happened. He saw a strange panel – that not only displayed his stats but also helped him level up. 

With the panel's help, and a whole lot of elbow grease, Orion led his giant tribe to become the most powerful in the Barren Mountains. 

He went from zero to hero, becoming a mighty Titan King. He was no longer the runt; he was the top dog.

"Your Excellency, has the Stoneheart Horde issued a new decree? The Centaur Race will fully cooperate!"


Looking at the incredibly respectful Centaur Khan before him, Rommath felt a complex knot of emotions.


This was one of the primary instigators of the North-South War. Ironhoof's name had appeared in the Blood Elves' intelligence reports countless times. Back then, fighting for his territory and his people, Ironhoof hadn't feared the formidable alliance forged by humans, dwarves, and blood elves.


And now? At the mere mention of the Stoneheart Horde, at the mere sight of Rommath—a former captive now acting as an emissary—Ironhoof was bowing and scraping.


Rommath's perspective broadened immensely in that moment. He saw a torrential tide, an unstoppable flood sweeping across the continent. This tide was the Stoneheart Horde, originating from the Giant King and swelling with the might of countless powerhouses.


Chapter 1537 - Trial of the Third Stratum