Orgrim Doomhammer glanced at his adjutant and began to explain, "Those humans think we're stupid, so why don't we play along with their scheme?"
Orgrim licked his shriveled lips. "They imagine us as uncivilized savages, just as we see those ogres." With that, he turned to look down below.
The group turned to follow Orgrim's gaze. The ogres were struggling to climb up behind the orcs. Although they had enough strength to climb, they were too clumsy. Whenever something unexpected happened, they merely scrambled haphazardly with both hands and feet, unable to move properly and relying entirely on their natural brute strength.
"I certainly hope the humans think that way." Orgrim opened his mouth in a grin, exposing his teeth. "Let those cowardly humans think we're all brainless. I'd be glad to see it, too, because their underestimation will make conquering them easier. When we reached the Hinterlands, we split off some clans to feign an attack on the dwarves there. The orcs in the Hillsbrad Foothills also went to encircle Aerie Peak, but our main force has already arrived here."
Once this strategy was settled, almost all the trolls supported the Horde's allied forces attacking Quel'Thalas. Orgrim knew that those forest trolls and the creatures called elves shared an irreconcilable blood feud. When they heard that the Horde wanted to attack the northern continent and gradually establish a foothold, the trolls immediately volunteered to guide the orcs.
"After completely conquering Quel'Thalas, we will seize that land and use it as a base to slowly occupy the humans' other territories. Then we will surround their so-called Alliance army. In the end, they will have nowhere to run and will meet their fate of destruction."
Changing the subject, Orgrim looked at the Dragonmaw Clan's chieftain beside him. "Zuluhed, are the things