Troll

Upon hearing the Blackrock Orc's words, Orgrim fixed his gaze on Kaldara.

"Are you lying to me?"

The Warchief of the Horde demanded sharply.

"I felt I couldn't beat this guy, so I surrendered. He defeated me, and since I'm the strongest in our squad, that human woman belongs to him now. Any other questions?"

Kaldara spun a lie so casually that even Malone, who had experienced everything that just happened, was left dumbfounded.

What on earth is this guy thinking? Malone stared at Kaldara's face, but that green skin seemed to conceal everything.

Malone didn't think Kaldara held any goodwill toward him, yet he didn't seem to have any intention of framing him or Teron Gorefiend in front of Orgrim.

"Are you saying this was just a simple brawl?"

Orgrim sat back down on his throne.

"Exactly. We are Orcs; fighting is our nature, not a mistake, isn't it?"

Kaldara's statement seemed aimed at the other Orcs, and it gained approval from many; Malone saw quite a few of them nodding.

"We gathered here, not to fight among ourselves. If you only want to brawl with your companions, you can go back to Draenor."

Orgrim said to Kaldara.

"Fine, I promise nothing like this will happen again."

Kaldara replied nonchalantly, though his tone made it hard for anyone to believe his words were a genuine promise.

"Then we shall let this matter rest."

Orgrim didn't say anything more.

"This matter can rest, but I have other business."

Kaldara seemed to feel his presence wasn't already annoying enough to Orgrim, as he spoke up once more.

"What is it now?"

Orgrim asked helplessly.

Malone suddenly felt like laughing—he felt Orgrim was like a parent at home, and Kaldara was that mischievous child—one who couldn't be beaten or scolded.

"Talrama, I recall saying that this matter was over... yet who gave you the courage to report this to Orgrim?"

Kaldara turned to the Blackrock Orc named Talrama, his tone menacing.

"Stop it, Kaldara. I am his chieftain. What is wrong with him reporting this to me?"

Orgrim frowned, stopping Kaldara from continuing his insolence.

"Then, Chieftain, please transfer Talrama out of my squad. I don't wish to lead such an insubordinate subordinate during patrols."

Kaldara narrowed his eyes; although he was speaking to Orgrim, his gaze was locked firmly on Talrama.

This Orc, who couldn't withstand a single blow from Malone, was even more pathetic in front of Kaldara.

Though it was merely a look, Talrama had already begun to shrink back, step by step.

"Of course, you don't have to do it, Orgrim. But I cannot guarantee how long an insubordinate subordinate will survive in this dangerous place. After all, you are his chieftain, aren't you?"

Without waiting for Orgrim to react, Kaldara delivered these mocking words, then turned to nod at Teron Gorefiend before returning to his clansmen.

This was nothing short of a farce—Malone watched Orgrim.

The Warchief seemed to have been provoked by Kaldara's words, but perhaps out of concern for his status—Warchief of the Horde and Chieftain of the Blackrock Clan—Orgrim, holding both titles, could no longer act as he once did, drawing blades at the slightest disagreement with other Orcs.

If Orgrim didn't want the Horde, gathered through the efforts of The Destroyer Blackhand and Gul'dan, to fall apart in his hands, he had to learn restraint.

"This matter is finished. Teron Gorefiend, keep your subordinates in check from now on."

Orgrim announced the final verdict on the incident.

Teron Gorefiend seemed to be pondering what stance had prompted Kaldara to say those things; only after a long while did he nod, acknowledging Orgrim's words.

That's it? Malone felt a bit surprised—if he had known it would end like this, he wouldn't have left Tiffany and rushed over here!

Thinking of Tiffany, Malone felt a twinge of worry—could those Death Knights protect her?

No... these guys were a threat to Tiffany themselves, Malone thought. He hoped the business here would end quickly so he could return to look after her.

"Since this matter is finished, can we now begin to discuss what happened last night?"

A cold, aged voice reached Malone's ears.

An old Orc—so old that his back was slightly hunched—though perhaps that was Malone's imagination, as most Orcs seemed to have a bit of a stoop.

This Orc stood at the very front of the assembly. He wore a black eyepatch over his left eye and carried no weapon, yet Malone could sense he was a dangerous character.

Kilrogg Deadeye—Malone could roughly guess the old Orc's identity—the leader of the Bloodfang Clan.

And Malone also knew what Kilrogg was referring to regarding last night.

Before arriving here, Orgrim's lieutenant, Tabek, had told Malone and Teron Gorefiend that Trolls had killed one of Kilrogg's clansmen and scalped him.

Kilrogg was clearly pressuring Orgrim to sanction the Trolls, and as for the Trolls...

Malone looked toward the side of Orgrim's throne.

To Orgrim's right, there was a Troll, the only one in this tent.

He wore an open leather vest and baggy pants. A thick scarf was wrapped around his neck, covering the area below his nose, giving him a fierce appearance.

With his good eyesight, Malone also noticed that the Trolls' skin was covered in green fur.

However, he soon realized that it should be moss; these Trolls were green because they were covered in moss—Malone knew this characteristic of theirs.

This guy should be Zul'jin—the Zul'jin Malone had seen in the game was crippled, missing an arm and an eye, but this Zul'jin was intact and, naturally, even more terrifying.

Malone understood how terrifying these giants were, even better than the Trolls themselves.

The Trolls were one of the few non-Titan creations in this world; they were the true natives of this land.

The Trolls once owned this world. Whether it was the Forest Trolls, the Desert Trolls, or the wise Zandalari Trolls, they all wanted to restore their ancestors' glory.

And this had almost made them enemies of all other races. Players once joked that Warcraft was "eat, sleep, and fight Trolls."