"Rhode, do you need help? Which side should I help?" Lilia asked softly.
Yesterday's "battle" had left Lilia brimming with enthusiasm for combat.
"Let's see what's going on first," Rhode said.
Under normal circumstances, he would of course help the dwarves. They were all part of the Alliance, after all, and he had come here to do business with them.
The ogres, meanwhile, had come to Azeroth alongside the orcs during the Orcish Wars, from Outland-or rather, Draenor-and had scattered across the land after the orcs' defeat.
As far as he remembered, the ogres in the Hillsbrad Foothills should all have been around the ruins of the Kingdom of Alterac. Why were there some here, too?
Presumably, these ogres were the "outside enemies" the dwarves had mentioned earlier.
But Rhode still didn't know what had happened here, so he couldn't simply interfere.
Although ogres were generally considered rather savage, Rhode had found some of these big fellows pretty cute when he farmed Ogri'la reputation in Blade's Edge Mountains back in the game.
So he couldn't jump to conclusions just yet.
It would be awkward if his help only made things worse.
The dwarves had greater numbers on this battlefield, but the ogres seemed stronger. For now, neither side could gain the upper hand.
Several ranks of dwarven riflemen stood along the outskirts of the battlefield, but not a single gunshot rang out. With both sides tangled together in melee, they were probably afraid of hitting their own people.
Just then, Rhode spotted a two-headed ogre in yellow cloth robes at one side of the battlefield, holding both hands above his heads and muttering something.
Soon, a dark cloud appeared above the ogre's heads, with faint flashes of lightning flickering within it.
The ogre pointed, and a bolt of lightning leaped