Orgrim returned to his tent and kept sighing. His adjutant, standing beside him, asked in bewilderment, "My lord, why are you so downcast? Are you still worried about those humans?"
Orgrim shook his head and told the young adjutant, "It has never been the humans I worried about, but our Horde.
"Ever since that damned Gul'dan made the Horde's warriors drink that green blood, everything has changed. Our Horde seems to have fallen under some kind of curse, one that long ago flowed through the Horde's blood into every warrior's heart.
"What a noble race the Orcs once were. We were brave and warlike, but still friendly. We once lived in harmony with all the creatures of Draenor.
"But now our race seems to exist purely for war and destruction, for annihilation and slaughter.
"Although we gained power from it, that power has made us proud and conceited, even costing us our reason and the judgment we ought to have.
"Even now, they still mock those humans for their weakness, despite having been defeated not long ago by the very people they ridicule. How ironic.
"Honestly, if the humans on the other side did not have Lothar, I might not feel this way. But that human is still alive. He held us off in Stormwind City for half a month, even after we killed his king and breached the city.
"He is a wise leader, but unfortunately, he is also our enemy. That the humans have such a leader is, I must say, a misfortune for our Horde."
The adjutant did not quite understand the Warchief's words. Still caught up in the earlier issue, he asked again, "Since that damned Gul'dan caused all this, why don't we kill him?"
But Orgrim shook his head again. "If we still had our