The imposing Dark Portal stood there, and before it, a small dispute seemed to have broken out.
"I am not challenging you, Ner'zhul!" Listening to the old shaman's impassioned speech, Grommash Hellscream could not help raising his head.
"But your earlier mistake already brought the Horde to the brink of the abyss... although we all know it was not entirely your fault, and the true culprit, Gul'dan, paid the price he deserved, you still bear a responsibility you cannot shirk!"
The fierce-looking orc warrior roared with righteous conviction.
"I know!" Ner'zhul said calmly. "I understand my mistakes. I have come to redeem myself... I owe my people, so I should bring them together once more..."
"As you did before?" Hakkarim Deadeye could not help asking. "Leading us into corruption and death?"
"Is the Horde not heading toward corruption and death now?" Ner'zhul countered quietly.
Grommash and Hakarin both froze. The two warriors lowered their heads, falling into a brief silence.
Ner'zhul tried to speak again, but stopped when he saw something behind the two of them.
Grom turned around and saw an enormous figure walking toward them. Judging by his build, he appeared to be an ogre.
"Dentha!" Ner'zhul called out the ogre's name.
Many years earlier in Shadowmoon Valley, he had saved this ogre by chance, and the ogre had sworn allegiance to him as a result... after all these years, he could be called the person Ner'zhul trusted most!
Ner'zhul asked loudly, "Didn't I tell you to contact all the orc tribes? Why have I only seen orcs from the Warsong Clan and the Bloodmaul Clan here?"
"The Thunderblade Clan said they would come here," the somewhat wooden ogre said. "They still have a long way to travel, so you may have to wait another day or