Several days later, Doomhammer and his followers climbed a hill.
This was the last hill. Beyond it lay a vast forest stretching as far as the eye could see!
The Horde's warriors gathered behind Doomhammer. Many were exhausted from the forced march, but when they saw the scene ahead that Zul'jin had described, excitement filled every warrior's face.
Of course, the trolls were the most excited, especially their chieftain, Zul'jin... his mouth had been stretched into a grin almost the entire time, unable to close.
"The Witherbark Tribe and the Vilebranch Tribe have joined us too!" The tall troll walked up beside Warchief Orgrim Doomhammer and said excitedly, "Our strength has grown again!"
Without a doubt, nearly all forest trolls were sworn enemies of the elves of Quel'Thalas... when Zul'jin of the Amani Tribe rose in revolt, trolls in remote mountains and jungles answered his call in droves.
"Once we cross this forest, we'll reach the elves' kingdom!" Zul'jin continued, his face full of murderous intent. "Then we'll let those hateful elves die before they know what hit them!"
"Damn it, faster, faster!" Alleria lashed her warhorse fiercely.
She hated these human mounts. Especially at this most urgent moment, their speed was nowhere near satisfactory...
"You should save your strength, Miss Alleria..." A blond paladin rode up beside Alleria and said softly, "It's already going as fast as it can!"
"My homeland is about to be attacked by those monsters, and my sisters, my family, and my people are still in the dark!" The female elf's voice was somewhat hoarse, and the blond hair around her face had become disheveled from the grueling march.
Her harsh tone startled Turalyon. The young paladin opened his mouth but did not know how to answer.
Just then, the cavalry racing ahead suddenly