"Chief! Bad news! The Ch... Chieftain is here!"
Just as countless thoughts swirled through Kilrogg's mind, an orc soldier rushed over in a panic to report.
"What are you panicking for? He's just here to mediate that damned business with the Shattered Hand again." Kilrogg cast a vicious look at the flustered clan warrior.
"No! Chief, the Chieftain brought the Horde's personal guards this time. They've already surrounded the entire clan."
"What!" Kilrogg shot to his feet. "What does he want?"
"It seems the Chieftain hasn't come with friendly intentions this time," the old priest beside him said slowly.
"Come! Let's take a look!" Kilrogg dared not delay any longer and hurried outside with the old priest. As soon as he left the clan hall, he saw the orc he hated most, Durotan, standing stern-faced in the center of the square outside the clan building, radiating an unparalleled, oppressive presence.
"Haha! If it isn't His Excellency the Chieftain! What brings you to my Bleeding Hollow clan?" Kilrogg spread his arms in a show of warm welcome and strode toward Durotan, all traces of his earlier viciousness gone.
Yet Durotan remained cold-faced in the face of Kilrogg's enthusiasm, giving him no face at all. "Kilrogg, return the supplies you stole from the Shattered Hand immediately, then apologize to their chief."
Kilrogg's welcoming expression turned cold as he embraced Durotan. "Chieftain, saying that goes against orc tradition. Why should we return something we seized through our own strength?"
Seeing that Kilrogg still refused to change his ways, Durotan fixed him with a piercing stare. "Oh? Do you truly believe that tradition is still worth preserving?"
"Chieftain, not to criticize you, but martial prowess is what orcs revere. Look at how weak our people have become! When their belongings are stolen, all they