Tracking

In the worst-case scenario, they were invaders plotting something sinister. If that was true, Oslo swore he would not let them leave alive.

For more than a decade, the Redridge Mountains had suffered under the threat of Orcs. Oslo had learned the Orc language, so he could understand the conversation between the uninvited guests. But he was too far away, curled up behind a distant tree, and could only make out a few words.

What he heard sounded strange. One person spoke of acting according to plan, another mentioned the "Forsaken," followed by "Alliance dogs," a term Orcs only used to insult the Alliance.

Then Oslo heard a complete sentence: "We have to make them fight, then the Horde will help the Forsaken."

Someone asked a question, and Oslo only caught the words "terrorist attack." The person who had spoken earlier replied, "Because that will turn them into the chief's war machines."

To get a clearer look at the three people, Oslo cautiously poked his head out. Contrary to what he expected, he saw only two Orcs with their backs to him, and neither had black skin. They were roughly the same height. However, sharp-eyed Oslo noticed that the armor worn by the two closest to him looked familiar. He had bought a book about the Horde from a street vendor in Stormwind City.

In an instant, Oslo felt the blood in his body turn cold. He recognized their armor—the Kor'kron, the Horde's elite guards and the Great Chief's personal guard.

Yet now, Orc soldiers who should have been in Orgrimmar had appeared here, brazenly shouting about launching a terrorist attack.

At that sight, Oslo was filled with rage and wanted to rush forward and kill the three of them, but he immediately dismissed the thought. There was no need