Bow to your conqueror, or be crushed beneath the hooves of the king of the hogs! – Girroz
Bloodtusk was no mere beast, but a living nightmare birthed in the darkest depths of the Faldorn Forest. With glowing, hate-filled eyes and tusks sharp enough to shatter stone, the monstrous hog was a terror even to the Hobgoblins. For years, the creature roamed the cursed woods, untamed and unchallenged, leaving a trail of destruction wherever it went.
No one knows what cruelty Warchief Girroz unleashed to break Bloodtusk’s will. Whispers among the Hobgoblins speak of tortures, fiery brands, and weeks of unrelenting torment to bend the beast to his command. Even now, Bloodtusk’s obedience is tenuous, and only Girroz’s iron grip keeps it from turning on its riders.
With its fiendish presence and glowing eyes, Bloodtusk is more than a mount: it is a force of chaos, charging into battle like an storm. Entire lines of defenders have crumbled beneath its monstrous tusks, and its piercing roar is a sound no warrior ever forgets.
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