Before Gul'dan was fully conscious, the great chief of the tribe had made a risky move.

Unable to attack an ignorant enemy, Orgrim had personally landed in the forests north of Lordaeron for a short expedition under the protection of the Blademaster and elite soldiers.

When one of the scouts came running, the Hammer of Destruction was working with one of his lieutenants, Red from the Blackfang Clan. Black Hand Talk.

Even after killing Red's father, it was a glorious duel, and Orgrim still believed in his good brother and friend, Red.

Although it was clear that the orc warrior had news to report, he stopped a few paces away and waited. He adjusted his breathing until Orgrim turned his head toward him and nodded.

"It's a troll!" The orc scout said, still gasping for air. "Forest trolls."

"Trolls?" Red laughed. "What's wrong? Are they attacking us? I thought he was supposed to be smarter than ogre, not stupider. ”

But the scout shook his head. "It's not attacking us, it's trolls who have been captured by humans."

This attracted the attention of the hammer of ruining miè. "Where?" He asked

"It's not far from here, across that hill, right in front of the woods." The scout replied quickly. "They're slowly moving west, and if we rush over now, we should be able to catch up with them."

"How many are there?"

"About 40 humans." The scout replied. "10 trolls."

"Assemble the strongest warriors." Orgrim commanded, "Go rescue the trolls and bring them back." It must be avoided as much as possible. Kill everyone who tries to stalk you. I will not allow our battle plan to be ruined by negligence. ”

Reed. The Black Hand nodded, and without saying a word, walked over to the warriors who were sitting lazily beside him, and the warriors quickly stood up, nodded, and ran after him without the slightest doubt. The Hammer of Destruction waited impatiently, gesturing for the scout to wait there as well.

When Red. When the Black Hand led his men back, Orgrim discovered that he had underestimated humans.

Finding that they had been ambushed, the human soldiers decisively chose to kill the trolls first before facing them, and only one troll took advantage of the chaos to escape.

That night, the night watchmen told Sù Orgrim that the orcs were surrounded.

"We are not your enemies!" Orgrimmar roared, his roar tearing apart the silence of the night.

In response to the Great Chieftain was a throwing spear. Orgrim struck the spear away with one hand, only to find that the spearhead was a sharpened stone.

"I want to see your leader!" Orgrim shouted.

A rumbling sound came from among the trolls, and soon Orgrim reacted to it as a burst of laughter.

"What do you want from our chief, food? Or become food?. The leading troll asked, smiling.

"I want to talk to him, on behalf of the tribe and the trolls." Orgrim replied that he kept his hand beside him to show that he was not carrying a weapon. However, he was still very cautious, and being overshadowed by a troll was not a glorious death.

The troll's laughter rang out again.

"I repeat, I want to see your leader!" Orgrim roared, turning to look at the others.

"Take me to him, or I'll kill the rest of you and go find those who are willing to take me there." Orgrim raised his hammer of destruction to emphasize his tone, and from previous experience, the blood dripping from the black stone hammer, the faded hair, and the broken bones were enough to discourage most of his enemies.

The gesture worked, and the other trolls took a step back, and a man stepped out of the middle of them and approached him. This one's hair was woven into a dull crown, and he wore a necklace made of bone around his neck.

"Would you like to speak with Zukin?" The man asked.

Orgrim nodded, surmising that the name was probably the name or title of their leader.

"I'll bring him here." The guy said. He turned and quickly disappeared into the shadows, without making a sound. The trolls who were left behind looked at their own people, and then at the orcs, clearly not knowing what they should be doing now.

"We'll wait here." The Hammer of Destruction calmly announced to the creatures, as well as to his own warriors. He lowered his hammer head to the ground, leaning against the handle, alert but seemingly indifferent.

This action significantly eased the atmosphere.

About an hour passed. Then, without warning, a shadow emerged from the woods with large, quiet steps, carrying the departing man and three other fellows.

"You want to see Zujin?" One of them asked, walking very close, close enough that the hammer of destruction could see the beads and a few metal charms on his whip.

"I'm right here!" Zujin is far taller and more capable than the other trolls. He wears some type of heavy clothing wrapped around his waist and an open leather vest. A thick scarf was wrapped around his neck, covering the area under his nose and face, giving him a menacing appearance.

"I'm Orgrim, and you can call me the Hammer of Destruction. Yes, I want to talk to you. The Hammer of Destruction looked at the leader of the forest trolls, not wanting to show any fear.

"What do you want to do with the great Zuaman?" Zukin responded.

Orgrim said to the troll leader, "We need your strength, we plan to conquer this world, and we want you to be our allies. “

Zu Jin frowned and asked, "Alliance? Why? What benefits do we get? ”

"What do you want?" Orgrim asked rhetorically.

"We don't need anything." Zu Jin finally replied decisively, "We have our own forest, and no one dares to break into it, except for the cursed elves, but we will solve these problems ourselves." ”

"Are you sure?" The Hammer of Destruction asked, feeling as if he had found a breakthrough. "The elves, are they a race? A powerful race? ”

"Powerful? Maybe yes. The troll reluctantly agreed. But we had defeated them in ancient times, when those guys first came to the land. We don't need any help. ”

"Why fight like this?" The hammer of destruction miè asked. "Why not attack their homes and wipe them out completely? We can help you. When the tribe comes behind you to help you, you can deal with the elves once and for all, and then control the forest forever!

Because you can't beat it!

Zujin looked like he was seriously considering the issue. The Hammer of Destruction was very hopeful that the capable forest troll would agree with his Tiyì.

But in the end, Zujin shook his head. "We will fight these elves ourselves."

"We don't need help, and we don't have any interest in the rest of the world," he explained. So it doesn't make sense for us to be at war with other races. ”

The hammer of destruction sighed. He could tell that the forest trolls had thought clearly. He then guessed that opposing this opinion would only make these people enemies.

"I see." Ogrim finally said.

Zujin nodded. "Have a nice trip, orc." His words were like whispers, and Zujin himself began to move into the shadows.

"No trolls will bother you." After the leader made an assurance, the other trolls left with them.

Forcing these trolls will turn them from a neutral being into enemies. The great chieftains of the tribe did not want this.

When Orgrimmar, who had found nothing, prepared to return to the tribe's base camp by boat, he met the leader of the Zuaman trolls again before boarding the ship.

"I've changed my mind." The orcs watched as the troll leader slowly approached. He looked the same as the last time they met, and the troll's expression showed that he hadn't forgotten their last meeting.

"Your warriors have saved my people." The forest troll thanked as he approached the Hammer of Destruction and nodded to him with a hint of greeting. "I learned what happened, and I also considered your mention again."

"We'll help you." After a while, Zujin announced. "It's as if you helped us. Ally. Zujin held out his hand.

"Allies." Orgrim squeezed Zukin's hand tightly.

The Great Chief's mind to destroy the hammer of Miè kept flashing with possibilities.

With the trolls and the new power that the Horde and Zuluhid are about to bring, nothing can stand in their way!