Rexxar answered directly, but looked at the woods in the valley. After a long while, he suddenly asked an unrelated question. "Do you know about gryphons?"
The Half-Orc did not understand what Rexxar meant and answered in puzzlement, "Gryphons? Do you mean the fiercest birds of prey on Draenor? I know about them. These magical creatures are the most powerful predators in the Gul'dan Mountains. They can unleash lightning to attack their prey, and their prey usually cannot fight back."
"You're right, but you surely don't know how weak such powerful magical creatures are when they're first born. They can't fly or even open their eyes. Young gryphons can't protect themselves and are often killed by other creatures while their mothers are out hunting.
"Over time, some clever female gryphons stopped going out to hunt. Instead, they lay in ambush nearby, waiting for their hungry chicks to keep crying and attract the creatures hiding in the area. Then they came out and killed them all."
Rexxar spoke in great detail, knowing these gryphons well. This was entirely because he had experienced it himself. Back when he had tried to capture one of these powerful magical creatures as a pet, he had fallen into a gryphon's trap. He had not been very strong then, and had paid a tremendous price before finally killing that female gryphon.
"Rexxar, do you mean to lure those humans here?"
"Exactly. Once those humans enter this valley, they won't be able to escape."
"But those humans aren't stupid. They'll certainly see that this place is perfect for an ambush."
"Then let them taste a little success first. Give them a victory. Once victory goes to their heads, those humans certainly won't think too much."
"In that case, I understand what to do. Rexxar, whether we can