"Garrosh's second wave of reinforcements will arrive soon. We need to join the High Elves' forces too." Dranosh vigorously sharpened the great axe in his hands. This would be his first battle in Azeroth, and the young Orc who had only just arrived attached particular importance to it.
As far as Dranosh was concerned, he had a fairly good impression of Patrick. Especially back in Nagrand, Dranosh's gratitude toward Patrick had been beyond words. "Those Elves are friendly. At least, they helped us before. I understand how this war began, and I want to wipe out the Scourge alongside those Elves."
After arriving in Azeroth, Dranosh had done quite a bit of homework. He had heard about the Orcs' escape, Grom's fall, the founding of Orgrimmar, and the birth of the Scourge. When Dranosh learned that the Lich King had invaded Quel'Thalas, he realized that the Northern Expedition might offer a chance to help Quel'Thalas.
Such was the spirit of honor the Orcs passed down through the generations. Before they came under demonic influence, the Orcs had been a mild-mannered race. Although many Orc warriors were highly belligerent, and the various Orc clans had customs of competitive combat, the Orcs were still quite mild-mannered in their everyday lives.
The Orcs revered honor and worshipped ancestral spirits. Although their methods of production and way of life had been backward during their time on Draenor, this had not turned them into vicious, deceitful villains.
"But we still need to wait for the Warchief's orders. The camp's fortifications have only just been established. We cannot deploy at will." King Agmar firmly refused.
As Mag'har Orcs, Dranosh and Garrosh had always hoped to repay Patrick for the help he had given them back then. "The Northern Expedition has already been placed in the hands