On Tauren High Chieftain Anok Grimtotem's side, things did not go so smoothly. He suddenly felt some regret over coming to attack the Dwarves of Bael Modan. He should have gone after the Northwatch Army at Triumph Bulwark instead.
Bael Modan was Dwarven through and through, built within the mountains. The Dwarves of Bael Modan had hollowed out the mountain range to create this Dwarven fortress.
Thus, Bael Modan had been built to Dwarven proportions. For tall, mighty Tauren warriors to charge inside, they had to bend their knees or tilt their heads.
The great horns atop the Highmountain Tauren's heads especially made them abandon any thought of entering Bael Modan. Otherwise, one careless move and...
Just as Tauren High Chieftain Anok Grimtotem was caught in a fierce dilemma, a group of Tauren dressed as hunters came to seek an audience under the protection of the Dragonhorn Legion.
"High Chieftain, please entrust the task of dealing with Bael Modan to us." The leading Tauren hunter looked young, barely an adult, but his eyes were filled with bone-deep hatred.
Anok Grimtotem looked at the young Tauren before him. He seemed familiar, and then recognition quickly dawned on him. "It's you, Gann Stonespire. I remember you."
After Camp Taurajo had been massacred by the Northwatch Army, Anok Grimtotem had immediately dispatched troops from Honor's Stand to aid the Taurajo refugees. Gann Stonespire had been one of those he rescued from Dwarven gryphon riders pursuing the refugees.
That was right. The Dwarves of Bael Modan had also been accomplices in the Northwatch Army's massacre at Camp Taurajo. These Dwarves, who had built a fortress in the Barrens under the pretense of surveying and exploration, had dispatched gryphon riders to hunt down the fleeing Taurajo refugees after the Northwatch Army slaughtered the camp.
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