"Look, the chieftain's back." A Blackrock Clan Orc warrior preparing in the rear spotted Rend.
"Chieftain? Which chieftain? All I see is King Saurfang." A young green-skinned Orc warrior spoke.
"Idiot, the black-skinned one in front with the greatsword on his back is our Blackrock Clan chieftain, Rend Blackhand. With him back, he'll definitely lead us to victory." Since Rend had gone to handle the rendezvous, he had not been stationed here. Thrall also felt awkward commanding the Blackrock Clan warriors. Much like the Warsong Clan was essentially led by Grommash while obeying Warchief Thrall's command, they largely retained their autonomy.
Thus, the hundred thousand or so Blackrock Clan warriors had all been assigned to the rear. After all, the pressure on the front lines was not too great. If there truly was a crisis, Thrall would not stand on ceremony and would certainly command the Blackrock Clan warriors directly.
"Chieftain! Chieftain!" The Blackrock Clan warriors cheered on both sides of Rend. These warriors recognized only Rend Blackhand. From the moment they chose Blackrock Mountain, they had chosen to pledge loyalty to Blackhand and entrust their lives to that one-eyed man.
Watching the Blackrock warriors cheer for him, Rend could not help feeling moved. In his previous life, when would he ever have had the chance to command so many people, all of them utterly loyal to him? If he had not happened to transmigrate into Rend Blackhand, if he had merely been an ordinary Orc, he might not even have had the chance to escape Blackrock Spire. He might have died at the hands of the Dark Iron Dwarves, or to wild animals in the wilderness, or to Dwarves.
Even though the Blackrock Clan had a poor reputation outside, to the point where everyone wanted to denounce them, and