"Everyone, pick up the pace!" Orgrim Doomhammer raised his weapon and shouted to his troops, "Advance at full speed!"
The densely packed army, a mass of green and black, struggled to climb the mountain before them... Many forest trolls passed them, scaling the cliffs as easily as climbing trees, then throwing down ropes to help the orc warriors.
The orc warriors caught the ropes and steadied themselves... They had been doing this all along the way.
"Warchief, we can't get our catapults up there!" Varok Saurfang walked over to Orgrim and said quietly.
"Then leave them here!" Orgrim said without hesitation. "Advance at full speed. Abandon some of the baggage if necessary..."
Saurfang frowned. "That seems like rather a steep price..."
"No... Those humans think we're stupid!" Orgrim grinned. "They think we're like beasts, all strength and no brains... I'm looking forward to them thinking that. That way, we can give them a little surprise!"
"They came under our attack in the Hinterlands... I imagine they'll turn their attention there!" Orgrim continued. "But that's only a small part of our forces. We have other targets!"
"Quel'Thalas?" Saurfang spoke the somewhat awkward name.
"While the Alliance army is tied down in the Hinterlands... we'll help Zul'jin conquer that elven kingdom. Then they'll face enemies on both sides..." A cold gleam flashed in Orgrim's eyes.
"In fact, even if they realize it now, it'll be too late. They don't have trolls to help them cross these forests and mountains. Their reinforcements certainly won't move as fast as our army!"
"But what if we can't conquer it?" Saurfang couldn't help asking. "Wouldn't we be the ones facing enemies on both sides then?"
"I can guarantee that, Warchief!" Saurfang heard Zul'jin, the forest troll who had lost one eye, say unhurriedly.
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