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... ning mist that clung to the mountain range. His green skin bore the scars of a thousand battles, each one a mark of his survival in a world that hated him and his kind.
The battered armor that clung to his massive body was cobbled together from the remains of fallen foes, a grim testament to the countless lives he had taken.
But Grommash was no mindless beast. Beneath the layers of muscle and brutality, there was a mind as sharp as the twin-headed axe he wielded. He was the last ...
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