Middle-Earth: Shadow of Mordor Review – Actually, One Does Simply Walk Into Mordor
Wolf's Gaming Blog
There's a single Orc that has proven to be a thorn in my side. His name is Nazdug, but that has faded into memory in favor of his title: the Prowler. We've met several times before, and each of those times I've been forced to either retreat, a fact that he loves to remind me of, or I've been defeated by him and his forces. To say that it has become a personal vendetta is something of an understatement. I hate him. I hate that he's beaten me. Yet I respect him, too, as an adversary, Through spilling my blood he has risen through the ranks, becoming a powerful and dangerous Captain feared by everyone. Still, eventually I managed to slay him, an arrow through the eye bringing his existence to an end. Or so I thought. It wasn't long before I discovered he had somehow survived, a metal mask now covering the eye that I pierced. His arrival during my fight with a Warchief cost me a victory.