"No!" Grommash Hellscream ran swiftly up to Orgrim Doomhammer. The brave warrior still had blood on his battle-axe.
He roared, "Why... why are you making us retreat... we suffered so many casualties. If we held on for another hour, we could take that fortress!"
"There's no point anymore." The Warchief shook his head and sighed. "Even if we took that fortress, we could no longer win!"
"Even if we took that fortress, the elves could still hold their city... we can't take that city in a short time!" Orgrim explained. "Those human and dwarf forces have already caught up with us. With the human kingdoms behind them, their numbers will only grow... but we have neither supplies nor reinforcements. If we keep holding out, we'll all perish in this forest!"
Grommash lowered his head. He knew the Warchief was right, but his eyes were still filled with unwillingness.
The Forest Troll chieftain Zul'jin wore the same expression... for the first time, the troll leader had felt that restoring his nation and taking revenge were so close; now, however, they seemed to be slipping farther and farther away...
"This was my mistake!" Orgrim said calmly. "I underestimated those humans' response and speed, and I underestimated those elves' tenacity and strength, so I will take responsibility for this defeat..."
"This wasn't just your fault, Warchief!" Behind him, Kilrogg Deadeye, chieftain of the Bleeding Hollow Clan, stepped forward. "Every member of the Horde should take responsibility for this defeat, and we should all remember this humiliation!"
"Yes, remember this humiliation!" Orgrim nodded, then turned his gaze to Zul'jin beside him. "Zul'jin, I'm sorry I couldn't fulfill my promise. Now we need to leave this place. You can choose to leave with us... or remain here, in your homeland, but if you do, you