The Horde's New Taunka Allies

While Rend was carrying out his god-creation plan, over at the Horde's Warsong Offensive—within Warsong Hold—

"How are things progressing, Nazgrel? Rend has already dealt with the Vrykul of Howling Fjord and entered Grizzly Hills. Even the Alliance's Valiance Expedition has clashed with the Scourge. We can't fall a step behind them." Garrosh Hellscream, High Overlord of the Warsong Offensive, stood beside a leather map of Northrend, staring fixedly at the markers representing the Alliance and Horde as he spoke impatiently.

Garrosh Hellscream had always been somewhat hot-tempered. Especially now, as commander of the Warsong Offensive, he wanted to prove to everyone just how outstanding he was as Grommash Hellscream's son, and that he had inherited the fine bloodline of the Hellscreams.

But the enemy facing the Warsong Offensive was indeed the underground Nerubians. Their endless subterranean tunnels kept the Warsong Offensive constantly on the run, never knowing whether the solid ground beneath their feet would collapse the next instant and turn into a massive bug hole.

Blind defense was not Garrosh Hellscream's style. He craved offense; to Orcs, offense was the best defense.

Garrosh followed the advice of his new confidant, Nazgrel, and searched all across the Borean Tundra, sealing every tunnel leading out from the Nerubian Empire of Azjol-Nerub. It had cost the Warsong Offensive a tremendous amount of time and manpower.

Nazgrel stepped forward without arrogance or servility, every inch the iron-blooded soldier. "Rest assured, High Overlord. We have sealed off every underground passage in the Borean Tundra. The Goblins' high explosives destroyed them. Even with the Nerubians' abilities, it will take them some time to clear the blockage. Before then, we can strike directly at their heart and attack the Nerubians' lair—the underground kingdom of Azjol-Nerub."

"Excellent, Nazgrel." Garrosh looked at Nazgrel approvingly. This plan was