Of the two orcs, one wore the hide of some unknown animal, his chest bare, and looked quite wild. The other stood half-stooped, a great white beard covering half his face, leaving only two small eyes that gleamed with indescribable cunning.
These two orcs were Zuluhed and Nekros.
"Zuluhed, my men have successfully drawn those humans' attention. How are your preparations coming along?"
"Of course, my Warchief. But forgive my bluntness: the men you sent seem to know nothing about my little pets. They cannot control my pets at all."
"You killed them."
"No, no, no. How could I lay a hand on my own brethren? They all fell to their deaths because they could not master the red dragons. I believe these orcs were simply unworthy of your trust, Warchief. If they could not even conquer a little pet dragon, how could they conquer the humans for you?"
"So you cannot complete the task I gave you. Is that right?" By this point, the Warchief was already very angry. But Zuluhed, standing opposite him, did not care at all.
"No, Warchief. Perhaps you should send some true warriors to carry out this task. I think the Blackrock brothers, Rend and Maim, would be the best choices. They could handle it without even undergoing training. And they are very eager to fight for the Horde."
"Zuluhed, is that your condition?" When the Warchief had drawn up this plan, he had anticipated that this day would come. He simply had not expected Zuluhed to challenge him at such a critical moment. He now had almost no choice unless he abandoned the plan. But that was clearly impossible.
"Warchief, I truly have the Horde's interests at heart. Blackrock was among the strongest clans even on Draenor. Now they merely wish to contribute