The Frostwolf Orcs erupted in cheers. Gorok had fallen into the trap, becoming the Frostwolf Clan's prey in less than ten minutes. Durotan called on his people to press their advantage. Taking the lead, he leaped onto Gorok's back, raised his axe, and brought it down hard. The blade sank into Gorok's hide, yet no blood stained the battle-axe. The giant beast's defenses were beyond imagination.
Gorok grew even more enraged by the Orc on its back. It rose onto its hind legs, and Durotan jumped down before losing his balance.
After Durotan made the first move, the others closed in as well, leaving Gorok surrounded on all sides. Whenever they entered the Graytusk boar's blind spot, the Frostwolf Orcs did not hesitate to drive their weapons into it.
The Orcs and Frostwolves each performed their duties. Everyone had work to do except Nathanos. No one asked him to help, and no one had told him what to do beforehand. Durotan had only told him to follow them. If he wanted, he could have ended the hunt with a single arrow at Gorok. His bow and arrow carried deadly dark magic, but Durotan had told him that no sorcery was allowed.
Under the encirclement, Gorok was covered in wounds, but it was not entirely helpless prey. It easily tossed aside the two or three Orcs blocking its path, using the momentum to drive away the Frostwolves harassing its injured leg. An Orc seized the chance to attack, but Gorok charged straight at him. The Orc mistakenly held his spear crosswise to block the boar's massive head. The spear snapped in his hands, and he was sent flying.
Though the repeated mishaps did not make the Frostwolf Clan give up, they began seeking an almost foolproof way to deal with this