Zûgor stands almost comically taller than every other Uruk you've met, and his well-known name and cold gaze beam down on you with a frigid air of danger. He's terrifying in every sense of the word, and the way he drags his huge spears on the ground allows them to emit a harsh crunching sound with his every step. The metal of his many medieval prosthetics shines the sun into your eyes, and the Uruk Warlord doesn't even speak as he approaches. He is a quiet force of impending doom.