Goblins' Enemies Are Goblins

A mixed force of Orcs and Goblins slowly made its way through the sands of Silithus.

To lighten their loads, everyone's plate armor was carried by the Goblins' camel train, while sweat soaked through their clothes.

This was the elite Kor'kron Guard Thrall had dispatched to An'qiraj. The Goblins drove the pack beasts and followed the Orcs there for the travel expenses Thrall had promised them.

A leader walked at the very front. Through the blazing sunlight, he saw a city faintly emerging on the horizon. He shouted, "We're almost there!"

"Oh!" Everyone cried out excitedly. The journey had been far too difficult. These Orcs had taken Goblin ships around half of Kalimdor, finally landed in Silithus, then spent several days swallowing sand beneath the scorching sun. At last, they could see the outline of Cenarion Hold.

With a destination in sight, everyone rallied and quickened their pace. Before half a day had passed, they had reached the Night Elf stronghold. Having received reports from the Elven sentries long ago, Saurfang was already waiting outside the hold for this Orc force.

"Reporting to King Saurfang, the Ninth and Tenth Companies of the Kor'kron Guard have arrived as ordered," the leading Orc reported hoarsely.

Saurfang looked at the elite Orcs, all of whom had lost several sizes, and was too distressed to speak. In the end, he could only say warmly, "You've all worked hard. I'll take you to the camp."

Cenarion Hold had fortunately been built in a place with a somewhat better natural environment. The city had water and vegetation. Malfurion had prepared a camp outside the hold for the arriving Orc forces. And in light of the An'qiraj crisis, Tyrande had transferred a large quantity of provisions here. Malfurion no longer needed to worry about food.

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