"Do you see that, Orc? This is the unrivaled power of the Second Khan I serve. Tremble beneath this power." Dez'hep boasted to his opponent, Nazgrel. Dapaz had always been proud to belong to the clan of Gelk, the Second Khan. Unlike Kolk, the First Khan who relied on his bloodline, and unlike the other weak Khans, among the First Generation Khans, only the Second Khan was truly worthy of loyalty—a true powerhouse.
"Don't underestimate our Warchief either. What he carries is beyond anything you can imagine. Until then, he will not fall." Nazgrel seemed to return to the day he had first encountered Thrall while patrolling the snowy mountains. Thrall had been weak, collapsed on the ground, perhaps on the verge of death, yet his gaze had remained so unwavering. Nazgrel had watched Thrall pass one trial after another, help the Horde reclaim the way of the shamans. He had always been that resolute, his blue eyes filled with wisdom. It was this Orc who had truly won Nazgrel over, making him willingly serve as his adviser and build a new Horde under his leadership.
"Come, Thrall. I acknowledge you as a powerful opponent." Gelk, the Second Khan, acknowledged Thrall's strength. Whether he was a black dragon or not was no longer important. Today, he would settle the matter with Thrall.
"Lok'tar!" Thrall answered, empowering himself with the strength of the elements. The earth gave him strength, water nourished and restored him, fire wounded his enemies, and wind granted him swiftness.
Gelk, the Second Khan, and Thrall charged at one another. There were no flashy techniques, only all their strength concentrated upon their weapons—Thrall's Doomhammer and Gelk's spear.
The earth trembled around them, and dust rose in countless clouds. Thrall, Warchief of the Horde, and Gelk, the mightiest Khan