Around 150,000 orcs still remained throughout the shattered world of Draenor. The vast majority were Shattered Hand orcs under Kargath Bladefist, chieftain of the Shattered Hand Clan, whose strongholds were the Infernal Ramparts and the Blood Forge on Hellfire Peninsula.
Remnants of other orc clans were scattered elsewhere, but during Illidan's conquest of Outland, these orcs had all chosen to submit. After all, they had stayed behind to take revenge on the demons, which aligned with Illidan's goal.
The Dragonmaw orcs were no exception. To Zuluhed, however, Illidan was not a good ruler. Everything he did served a war that might break out. Under such circumstances, there was little reason to expect much loyalty from the oppressed orcs. Zuluhed had pledged his allegiance only to preserve the Dragonmaw's last shred of hope. Mogor's private meeting with the countess made that clear: the Dragonmaw orcs had not staked everything on Illidan.
The demon hunter knew this too, so when Dick decided to tackle the problem of Deathwing through the void dragons, he did not care in the slightest about the Dragonmaw orcs' losses.
To put it in purely pragmatic terms, Dick and the forces behind him mattered far more to Illidan than a mere Zuluhed.
The orc warlock refused to sit and wait for death, but the Shadow Bolts and Sulfuron he cast with his staff could not even break Dick's Holy Light Shield. The black, scorching flames and shadows struck the shield, producing only faint ripples.
The paladin had no particular feelings about Zuluhed, so he struck without hesitation. He raised the Greatsword of Order, shifted his footing, and thrust.
A silver Cross-shaped Star lit up between them, momentarily dazzling Zuluhed.
Squish.
Enveloped in the star's radiance, a silver sword image pierced his chest. His heavy enchanted armor and **Shadow