In the Orc camp, the old priest returned after casting one last illusion spell.
The moment he returned, Warlord Klatt cursed at him. "Old man, have you finished everything I assigned you? If not, don't come back."
Rather than growing angry, the old priest cheerfully told the warlord, "My lord, how could I possibly leave your tasks unfinished?" As he spoke, he revealed a mouthful of rotten teeth.
The warlord enjoyed the old priest's flattery, but still feigned displeasure as he snapped, "Old man, don't try any tricks with me. Chieftain Orgrim spared your life. You should understand that you're now a criminal of the Horde. You were allowed to live only to atone for your crimes.
"Right, why haven't those humans arrived yet? Don't tell me someone saw through your underhanded tricks. Utterly useless.
"I knew you warlocks could only do these despicable things behind people's backs. In the end, you still have to rely on our strength..."
Faced with the warlord's malicious humiliation, the old priest hastily agreed with everything he said, not daring to argue. But once he came out, his expression changed instantly.
"What a damned joke of a chieftain. That despicable bastard Orgrim seized our power while Lord Gul'dan was asleep. Damn him, damn him! Lord Gul'dan will rise again. When that happens, every last one of you bastards can die!"
Beneath his twisted expression, the old priest silently laid the most vicious curses on Orgrim. If those curses could actually take effect, Orgrim would surely have died a hundred times over.
Meanwhile, Jerris and his men soon saw night fall. He launched a night raid while the Orcs were sleeping.
But the Orcs reacted extremely quickly. Even before coming to this world, these Orcs had fought every day. The Horde's culture of reverence for