Chaotic Situation

Ever since the Orc warlock named Agmar left—perhaps because Agmar had mentioned that Gul'dan was coming—Orgrim had been restless, constantly feeling as though something terrible was about to happen.

The reason he had left, taking such a massive risk to reach this new continent, was precisely to get as far away from Gul'dan as possible, to escape the Horde that no longer fought for honor. The Horde, controlled by Gul'dan and Blackhand, had led those warriors who followed them onto a crooked path, a road of no return. Breaking away from such a malformed, developing Horde was the best choice.

Although his landing had been chaotic and he had blundered into a fight with those long-eared fellows, he had ultimately managed to gain a foothold here, and those long-eared ones had not tried to reclaim this land again. The coastal area here looked a bit barren, but compared to his homeland, it was already far better. The people who followed him seemed satisfied, and he was working hard to rebuild a new Horde.

Yet, all of this seemed about to crumble, all because of the appearance of that Agmar. As Orgrim was lost in these stray thoughts, a "bang-bang" sound at the door interrupted him.

"What is it?" Orgrim stood up, shouting as he walked toward the door. His nerves were highly strung; the slightest disturbance could make his heart jump.

"Hmph, Orgrim, is this how your guards welcome your leader?" A slightly hoarse voice sounded at the entrance.

Orgrim froze, sighing inwardly. It was truly a case of "speak of the devil"; Gul'dan had arrived far too quickly.

A burly Orc wearing a hooded robe walked in slowly, followed by two masked Orcs in black. The visitor was none other than the Gul'dan whom Orgrim feared.

"Gul'dan, you should remember, you are no longer the leader of the Horde!" Orgrim felt indignant, and his tone was inevitably stiff.

"Oh, is that so?" Gul'dan walked to Orgrim's chair and sat down with a heavy, imposing air. "Then who else is qualified to be this leader? Is it your comrade Durotan, who has been dead for so long, or..."

"Enough!" Orgrim roared. "Do not mention Durotan again. If you hadn't played dirty in the duel, how could he have died?"

"Hahaha!" Gul'dan laughed, saying unhurriedly, "Actually, I should thank you. If not for you, how could I have uprooted the Frostwolf Clan so quickly? Those who oppose me oppose the entire Horde! They have only one end: death!"

Orgrim's teeth ground together, his fists clenched tight as he glared fiercely at Gul'dan. Gul'dan just looked at him with a mocking, composed smile. Suddenly, Orgrim's fists slowly relaxed, his face filled with remorse. "Yes, I am not worthy of being Durotan's comrade. Durotan was able to bravely resist tyrannical rule, while I was so cowardly that I could only watch as my entire clan was slaughtered."

"That is exactly why I had to take my people and leave, to fulfill Durotan's dying wish!" Orgrim continued. "And you, this sinner of the Horde, I will not let you harm my people again!"

"Your people?" Gul'dan glanced at Orgrim, shaking his head. "No, no. They are all subjects of the Horde, not yours alone."

"I don't want to hear any more of your nonsense, Gul'dan!" Orgrim rushed in front of Gul'dan, shouting, "I will not allow you to do anything harmful to them again."

"Orgrim, it seems Agmar's advice to you was ineffective!" Gul'dan remained seated, and the moment Orgrim rushed up, the two black-clad Orcs behind him blocked his path. "I am now formally notifying you: you will continue to serve me!"

"On what grounds! Gul'dan, on what grounds? You are no longer the leader of the Horde, your honor is lost, and you didn't even kill the leader of the humans! You didn't, and neither did Blackhand! You are no longer qualified to lead the Horde!" Orgrim bellowed.

"Heh, are you talking about that half-orc? She is nothing but a joke. Do you really think she could make the Horde accept her as queen?" Gul'dan laughed. "Even if she killed the human leader, she couldn't lead the Horde. The Warchief of the Horde is still Blackhand, and I am still your leader!"

"Hmph, that's not for you to decide!" Orgrim walked to the door and said, "You'll have to ask them first!" Orgrim pointed outside, where a large group of Orcs had gathered, watching the movements inside the command post.

"You are wrong again. I don't need to ask them, because..." Before Gul'dan finished speaking, his body vanished from the chair. When he reappeared, his hand was already clamped around Orgrim's throat, lifting him high into the air.

Gul'dan held Orgrim aloft and walked slowly outside. The Orcs outside all gasped, whispering to one another. Gul'dan's grim voice rang in Orgrim's ear: "Because, as long as they don't have you, they will all have to serve me!"

"Lock him up until he submits to my will!" Gul'dan flicked his wrist, and Orgrim hit the ground with a thud. The two black-clad Orcs pounced, using magic to bind Orgrim tightly before dragging him away.

Cold sweat streamed down Orgrim's back; he had still underestimated Gul'dan. His strength was unfathomable. In front of him, he hadn't even had a chance.

Gul'dan looked up at the Orcs outside and roared, "Your chieftain is no longer fit to lead you. From today on, you will all serve me—serve me, Gul'dan!"

The Orcs below were deathly silent. Gul'dan's display of power had shocked everyone present. They knew very well that Gul'dan hadn't killed Orgrim only because he still had use. They, as common warriors, were different; anyone who dared to openly challenge Gul'dan's authority would meet a miserable end.

Over the next few days, Gul'dan integrated Orgrim's troops and felled the forests around Azshara Beach to manufacture various weapons. Three days later, the entire force was fully armed and assembled on the border between Azshara and Ashenvale.

Andrebos had noticed the Orcs' large-scale logging operations early on, and while sending word to Darnassus, he ordered his troops to prepare for battle. Watching the groups of Orc troops on the border, all raising their weapons and growling, Andrebos felt as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

"Woo-woo," a few horn blasts sounded. Gul'dan, watching his makeshift Orc army from the rear, couldn't help but reveal a cruel smile. He was determined to take Ashenvale. The portal in the Eastern Kingdoms had been destroyed, and he had to build a new one so that other Horde forces could reach this world. This valley, with its abundant life force, was the perfect location.

The Orcs roared and slowly advanced toward the Elf camp in Ashenvale. Andrebos had already given the order, and the Elven archers in the rear unleashed volley after volley of arrows, covering the entire Orc force.

Gul'dan raised his hand, and a vast, translucent green mist-like energy floated above the Orc troops, blocking most of the arrows for them. Andrebos's eyes narrowed—what was this?

Just as he was stunned, a green vortex appeared above the camp, spinning rapidly and growing larger. By the time the vortex was large enough to cover half the camp, two massive stones flew out of it, whistling like meteorites from the heavens, trailing green tails as they smashed into the Elven camp.

Andrebos was dumbfounded by this celestial anomaly; he had never seen such a thing and didn't know what kind of magic it was. The meteorites landed, gouging two massive craters into the ground, and any Elves who hadn't managed to dodge were buried deep underground. Frowning, Andrebos, protected by a group of guards, walked to the edge of the crater and peered inside.

Suddenly, the meteorite in the crater began to stir, and an arm-like limb climbed onto the edge of the pit. As the meteorite unfolded, it transformed into a giant standing ten meters tall—a green stone giant, its body wreathed in green flames.

"This..." Andrebos's camp fell into immediate chaos as both stone giants climbed out of the craters.