Uruk-Rum had no doubt that Tur Ragingpaw had also been corrupted, his reason erased by the Old Gods, leaving only fanatical worship of them.
From the scout hunters' reports, Uruk-Rum also learned that the force coming from the Forgotten Cliffs was exceptionally powerful. If they encountered it, even a slight misstep could mean complete annihilation. Behind them were the Frostpaw and Redfang pursuers, Furbolgs already corrupted by the Old Gods, with nothing left but boundless frenzy and slaughter.
A powerful enemy ahead, pursuers behind. The situation had reached its worst, but Uruk-Rum had no choice but to make a decision.
"Let's go. Head for the Forgotten Cliffs and look for a chance to enter Howling Fjord." Uruk-Rum gritted his teeth, as though he had made up his mind.
"Lord Lum, will those High Elves let us through?" one Furbolg asked anxiously. High Elves and Night Elves were naturally at odds, and because of the War of the Ancients, almost all Furbolgs sided with the Night Elves. Even the two Bear Gods were valuable aides to the Night Elves. It would be a wonder if those haughty High Elves let them pass.
"We have no other choice." Uruk-Rum sighed. "At least the outcome of going through the Forgotten Cliffs is unknown. Staying here will only leave us corrupted by the Old Gods."
"But I saw a huge lynx among that High Elf force. It looked like one of the Animal Gods the Trolls worship."
"An Animal God?" Uruk-Rum's eyes shifted. The entire continent of Azeroth knew that Trolls and Elves were sworn enemies. Both Night Elves and High Elves fought bitterly against the Trolls. "Impossible. How could there be an Animal God among a High Elf force?"
"There's no mistake. It was an Animal God. I can swear it in Lord