As the sun dips low beneath the horizon, bathing the field in crimson light, I, Gruumsh, survey the devastation left in my wake. Amidst the tangles of broken li...

Upon the charnel fields of battle, my fury unleashed, the demonlord sows seeds of terror. With Grond, my vengeance-forged scythe, I mow down the weak, leaving b...

In the raging tempest of battle, where skulls splinter and flesh flies, there stands the Demonlord himself - none other than Gruumsh, the incarnate essence of s...