Chapter 5 Chapter Four

Doomhammer was speaking with one of his lieutenants, Rend Blackhand of the Black Tooth Grin Clan, when a scout came running.Although the orc warrior obviously had something to report, he stopped a few steps away and waited.He caught his breath until Doomhammer turned his head towards him and nodded. "Troll!" said the orc scout, still panting. "Forest trolls, a whole battle group, at least it looks like it is." "Trolls?" Red said, laughing. "What's wrong? Are they attacking us? I thought he was supposed to be smarter than an ogre, not dumber." Doomhammer agrees with that statement.The last time he had met the forest trolls, he had been a little impressed and worried about their cunning.Although these trolls are taller than orcs, they are more mobile, making them a very dangerous threat in some places, especially in the forest.Yet crossing those waters to this continent did not fit the behavior he had seen.

But the scout shook his head. "Instead of attacking us, they were captured." He grinned. "By humans." This caught Doomhammer's attention. "Where?" he asked "It's not far from here. It's in the woods ahead after passing through the hill." The scout replied quickly. "They're heading west very slowly. If we get there now, it should be enough to catch up with them." "how many people?" "About 40 humans," the scout replied. "Ten trolls." Doomhammer nodded, then turned to face Rend. "Assemble your strongest warriors," he ordered. "You and they must go at once." He stared wide-eyed at the leader of the Blackfang clan. "But you have to remember," he warned. "That's just a scouting force. You're going to rescue the trolls and bring them back. You have to avoid detection as much as possible. Kill anyone who tries to follow you. I won't allow our battle plan because of your negligence was destroyed."

The chief nodded, and then walked towards a warrior sitting lazily aside without saying a word.Red started shouting orders even before he got close to the other orcs, and the warriors stood up quickly, nodded and ran after him without the slightest doubt.Doomhammer waited impatiently, gesturing for the scout to wait there as well.His hands were clenched in anxiety, but his mind had drifted far, far back to his last encounter with the troll a few months ago. The orc clans were once horrified by Blackhand's idea of ​​returning to their former world and allying themselves with the ogres.This has proven to be a useful alignment.Although it also caused a lot of impact on food at the same time, these huge creatures did bring great help to the tribe.So when they received reports that there was a like creature in this new and wonderful world - Blackhand declared that they should win these creatures under the banner of the Horde if they could.

He sent Doomhammer and a handful of Blackrock warriors to reach the creatures, and he placed absolute trust in his young second-in-command.Even now, Doomhammer still feels guilty that he betrayed the Warchief's trust, attacked and killed him, and took his place.While it was the right path for the clan, Blackhand would lead his people to death and destruction, and Doomhammer was forced to save his people.On his back was a warhammer, with the butt slightly higher than his shoulders and the head resting near his thigh, and Doomhammer's fingers slid over the smooth stone head of the hammer.Long ago, shamans prophesied that this powerful weapon would see the day their people would be saved.They also said that the One who would save them would also destroy them, and that would be Doomhammer's ultimate fate.Even after Doomhammer became Warchief, leader of the Horde, he often thought about this prophecy.Did he control the entire tribe to represent the salvation of his people?He was pretty sure it was.So does this mean that in the end he -- Doomhammer's ultimate fate -- was the destruction of his people?At this point, Doomhammer doesn't want that to be the case.

Anyway, at the time, Doomhammer didn't care that much.He still believed in Blackhand, at least he believed in Blackhand's loyalty to the entire clan and his focus on conquering the world, so he still obeyed the orders of the great chief.He did his best to repay the Black Hand's affection, even if it involved unnecessary violence.This is not to say that Doomhammer doesn't like fighting. Like most orc warriors, he likes the feeling of being addicted to fighting and is excited by it, but too much forced fighting really reduces the effect of victory. to the value.This mission, however, involved more communication than combat, so Doomhammer was very interested in it.And maybe, on a deeper level, although they have only encountered humans so far, and a few but very powerful guys called dwarves, he still feels a little worried, if there are ogres in this world, This means that the Horde will find that they have a more powerful enemy than the race they are encountering now.

It took probably over two weeks for Doomhammer to finally encounter a troll by accident.He and his warriors wandered a forest where scouts reported seeing a troll, and made no attempt to hide their presence.When they more and more think that the scout is lying or making a very common mistake-making up a story to cover up the fact that they were frightened by the sudden jumping shadow.Then one night, probably when the dusk just swept across the land and brought a long night, a figure jumped down from a very high branch and landed quietly not far from the orc campfire, and appeared again the next moment It was only then that the orcs suddenly found themselves surrounded by 6 quiet and vague figures.

At first, Doomhammer thought their scouts were right, they encountered ogres, although these guys were smaller in stature, and they displayed a graceful, quiet ability to move that he had never seen on those behemoths before. .But when a fading ray of sunlight fell on one of the men who came forward, Doomhammer realized that the skin of the creatures was green, green like himself, like the color of the surrounding trees.This also explains why they didn't notice these guys before - the color of their skin allows them to hide in these leaves, especially if they are walking among the branches like these guys.He also saw that the creature was slightly taller than he was, leaner and more balanced than the ogre, and that the creature didn't have overly long arms, oversized hands, or a huge head.Looking at the guy opposite, and when he saw the fire in the guy's dark eyes, the guy suddenly stabbed Doomhammer with the spear he was holding, all of which showed that they were very smart.

"We are not your enemy!" Doomhammer roared, his roar tearing the silence of the night.He knocked the spear away with one hand, only to find that the spearhead was a cut stone, which was extremely sharp. "I want to meet your leader!" A rumbling sound came from among the creatures, and Doomhammer soon realized that it was a burst of laughter "What do you want from our leader, morsel?" the leader creature asked with a grin, his mouth opening in a misshapen shape.Doomhammer found that they also had teeth, though longer and thicker than his own, but rather blunt in appearance.He also noticed the creatures' hair, which stood atop their heads in a dark crown.Obviously this is not a natural formation, which means that these creatures have groomed themselves, which means that they are not pure beasts.

"I wish to speak to him, on behalf of my own leader," replied Doomhammer, keeping his hand by his side to show that he was not carrying a weapon.But he is still very cautious, he does not want to be a fool. As luck would have it, the creature laughed again. "We don't say anything to our good meals," he said. "We're just going to eat them." Then he stabbed the spear in his hand, no longer a questioning one, but a powerful and swift action, which can completely destroy them like stabbing a fish. The Hammer is resolved, of course, the premise is that Doomhammer is still standing there.He quickly dodged the attack, took out his war hammer from behind, and then he yelled a loud battle cry.The roar seemed to startle the creature, and it stopped what it was supposed to make a second attack.Of course Doomhammer wouldn't give him time to recover, he leaped forward violently, swung the hammer in his hand violently, and then hit the troll's knee firmly.The man let out a howl of pain, hugged his broken leg tightly, and then Doomhammer swung the warhammer again, smashing the man's head hard, cracking his skull.

"I'll say it again, I want to see your leader!" he roared, turning to look at the other guys.Those people didn't seem to have reacted from the swift battle. "Take me to him, or I'll kill the rest of you and find those who will take me." He raised his hammer to emphasize his tone. From previous experience, The blood dripping from this black stone hammerhead, the faded hair, and the shattered bones are enough to unnerve most foes. The gesture worked, and the other guys took a step back, raising their weapons high to signal that they wouldn't attack again.Then a man stepped out from among them and approached him.This one's hair was braided into a dull crown, and around his neck was a necklace of bone.

"You wish to speak to Zukin?" the man asked.Doomhammer nodded, speculating that the name might be the name or title of their leader. "I'll bring him over," the guy said.He turned around and quickly disappeared into the shadows without making a sound, leaving his four companions here.They looked at their own people, and then at the orcs, obviously not knowing what they should do now. "We'll wait here," Doomhammer announced calmly to the creatures and to his own warriors.He lowered the head of his hammer to the ground and leaned against the handle, alert but seemingly unconcerned.When those guys found that he was not going to attack themselves, they were greatly relieved. They put down their weapons, and one of them even lay down on the ground, even though his eyes were fixed on every movement of the orcs. an action. "What's your name?" Doomhammer asked the one lying on the ground. "My name is Krultan," he replied. "Orgrimmar Doomhammer." Doomhammer revealed his identity. "We are orcs, from the Blackrock clan. What about you?" "We're forest trolls." A surprised reply, as if Krutan couldn't believe they didn't know this. "The Amani tribe." Doomhammer nodded.forest troll.And they have tribes, which shows that they are a civilized race, much better than ogres.For the first time, he found himself thinking that the Black Hand's idea might be a smart one.Regardless of their size and strength, these creatures look more like orcs than ogres.What a league this is!They are guys who were born and bred in this world, which means that they will be very clear about the geography, the residents and the dangers here. About an hour passed.Then, without warning, a shadow emerged from the woods with a huge and silent step, carrying the departing man and three others with him. "You want to see Zul'jin?" asked one of them, walking so close that Doomhammer could see the beads on his whip and the few metal charms. "Here I am!" Zu'jin was far taller and leaner than the other trolls.He was wearing some type of heavy clothing wrapped around his waist and an open leather vest.A thick scarf is wrapped around his neck, covering the area of ​​his face below the nose, giving it a menacing appearance.Being so close, Doomhammer also noticed that the trolls had fur on their skin, but he soon realized that it appeared to be moss.These trolls are green because they're covered in moss!What a strange race. "I am Doomhammer, and, yes, I want to talk to you." Doomhammer looked at the forest troll leader, wishing not to show any fear. "My leader, the Black Hand who rules over the Horde of the Orcs. You already know, no doubt, that we are passing through this forest." Zukin nodded. "Yes, we saw you traversing this forest. You look clumsier than humans," he commented. "Stronger though, armed for battle. What do you want from us?" Even hidden behind his scarf, Doomhammer could still see the troll laughing, which of course was an uncomfortable one. Performance. "You want our forest? You want to fight us for the humans? Right?" His hand went to his side, where two axes dangled. "You will fail." Doomhammer also thought the troll leader was right.Although the Horde is outnumbered, if all forest trolls were as strong and as quiet as these men, they could attack from anywhere and disappear in no time.They could wipe out any orcs that entered the forest, and the Horde couldn't afford to send a huge force through the forest to fight. Fortunately, that's not what he came here for. "We have not come to claim your forests," Doomhammer assured the troll leader. "We need your strength, we plan to conquer the world, and we hope you can be our allies." Zujin asked, frowning. "Alliance? Why? What benefits do we get?" "What do you want?" A troll was speaking in an unfamiliar language but Zul'kin interrupted the fellow with a harsh answer. "We don't need anything," he finally replied decisively. "We have our own forest, and no one dares to break into it, except those cursed elves, but we will take care of these ourselves." "Are you sure?" Doomhammer asked, he felt as if he had found a breakthrough. "Those elves, are they a race? A powerful race?" "Powerful? Maybe so," the troll reluctantly agreed. "But we fought them in the old days, when those fellows first came to the land. We don't need any help." "Why fight like this?" Doomhammer asked. "Why not attack their homeland and wipe them out completely? We can help you. While the Horde is behind you to help you, you can finish off the elves once and for all, and take control of the forest forever! Zukin seemed to be seriously considering the question.Doomhammer desperately hoped that the lean forest troll would agree to his proposal.But finally he shook his head. "We will fight the elves ourselves," he explained. "We don't need help, and we don't have any interest in the rest of the world. So fighting other races doesn't make sense to us." Doomhammer sighed.He could see that these forest trolls had thought clearly.Then he guessed that opposing the opinion would only make these people enemies. "I understand," he said finally. "My chief will be very disappointed, and so will I. But I respect your decision." Zukin nodded. "Good luck, Orc," he whispered, and Zul'jin himself began to move into the shadows. "No troll will bother you." Then he left with the other trolls. Blackhand was very disappointed, the warchief was very unhappy with the failure of Doomhammer and others.But he calmed down quickly and agreed with Doomhammer.Forcing these trolls will turn them from a neutral being into an enemy.Of course they don't want that. Doomhammer still regrets the troll leader's rejection.But then again, he'd often tell his scouts to watch for the trolls, and even move around that forest.Now it looks like his decision is paying off. Doomhammer saw two boats pull up to the docks on the northern side of the island.Red quickly jumped out of the boat onto the shore, followed by a troll with a knot in his whip.A long scarf was wrapped around the troll's neck, and Doomhammer was grinning with delight.This is Zukin himself! "They're bound," Red reported.He stopped not far from where Doomhammer was standing. "Human beings are very careless, thinking that their threat is only in that forest, on this person caught by them." The leader of the Black Fang clan laughed. "Everyone who saw us died." "Very good." They watched the troll leader approach slowly.He looked the same as the last time they met, and Doomhammer could tell from the troll's expression that he hadn't forgotten their last meeting either. "Your warriors saved us," the forest troll thanked, approaching Doomhammer and nodding at him, also with a hint of greeting. "They were too many and caught us in the bay." Doomhammer nodded as well. "I'm glad I saved a mate," he said. "When I heard that you had been captured, I immediately dispatched my warriors." Zukin laughed. "Did your leader send you here?" "I'm the leader now," Doomhammer replied, smiling even more broadly. The troll thought for a moment. "Does your tribe still wish to conquer the world?" he finally asked Doomhammer nodded, but said nothing. "We will help you," Zu'jin announced after a moment. "As if you were helping us. Allies." He held out his hand. "Allies." Doomhammer held Zul'jin's hand tightly.Possibilities kept flashing through his mind.With the combined forces of the trolls, the Horde, and the new forces that the Zuluhed will bring, no one and nothing can stand in their way!