Before Gul'dan fully woke up, the chief of the tribe once conducted a risky operation.
You cannot attack an enemy you know nothing about. Under the protection of the Fire Blade Sword Master and elite soldiers, Orgrim personally landed in the forest in northern Lordaeron for a short-term inspection.
Doomhammer was talking to one of his lieutenants, Red Blackhand from the Black Fang Clan, when a scout ran over.
Even though he killed Red's father, it was a glorious duel, and Orgrim still believed in his good brother and good friend, Red.
Although the orc warrior obviously had news to report, he still stopped a few steps away and waited. He caught his breath until Orgrim turned towards him and nodded.
"It's a troll!" said the orc scout, still panting. "Forest Troll."
"Troll?" Red laughed. "What's wrong? Are they attacking us? I thought he was smarter than the ogres, not dumber."
But the scout shook his head. "The trolls are not attacking us, they are being caught by humans."
This caught Doomhammer's attention. "Where?" he asked
"It's not far from here, just across the hill and in the woods ahead." The scout quickly replied. "They are moving very slowly to the west. If we rush over now, we should be able to catch up with them."
"how many people?"
"About 40 humans," the scout replied. "10 trolls."
"Gather the strongest warriors." Orgrim ordered: "Go and rescue those trolls and bring them back. You must avoid being discovered as much as possible. Kill everyone who tries to follow you. I will not allow our battle. Plans were ruined by oversight.”
Red Blackhand nodded, and then walked towards the soldiers sitting lazily aside without saying a word. Those soldiers stood up quickly, nodded and ran after him without any doubts. Doomhammer waited impatiently, gesturing for the scout to wait there as well.
When Red Blackhand led his men back, Orgrim discovered that he had underestimated humans.
Realizing that they were ambushed, the human soldiers decisively chose to kill the trolls first and then fight. Only one troll took advantage of the chaos and ran away.
That night, the vigil sentries told Orgrim that the orcs were surrounded.
"We are not your enemies!" Orgrimmar roared, and his roar tore through the tranquility of the night.
The warchief responded with a throwing spear. Orgrim knocked the spear away with one hand, and then discovered that the spearhead was a chipped stone, unusually sharp.
"I want to see your leader!" Orgrim shouted.
A rumbling sound came from the group of trolls, and Orgrim soon realized that it was laughter.
"What do you want from our leader, food? Or become food?" The leading troll asked with an open mouth and a smile.
"I wish to speak with him, to speak with the trolls on behalf of the Horde," Orgrim replied, keeping his hands at his sides to show that he was not carrying a weapon. However, he was still very cautious. Being tricked by a troll was not a glorious way to die.
The troll's roar of laughter sounded again.
"I say it again, I want to see your leader!" Orgrim roared, turning to look at the other guys.
"Take me to him, or I will kill the rest of you and go find those who are willing to take me there myself." Orgrim raised his Doomhammer to emphasize his tone. Judging from experience, the blood dripping from the black stone hammer head, the faded hair and the broken bones are enough to make most enemies lose their courage.
The gesture worked, and the other trolls stepped back, then a man stepped out from among them and approached him. This one's hair was braided into a dull crown, and he wore a necklace of bones around his neck.
"You wish to talk to Zujin?" the man asked.
Orgrim nodded, guessing that the name was probably the name or title of their leader.
"I'll bring him here," the guy said. He turned around and quickly disappeared into the shadows without making a sound. The troll who stayed behind looked at his own people and then at the orcs, obviously not knowing what he should do now.
"We will wait here," Doomhammer calmly announced to the creatures and his own warriors. He lowered the head of his hammer to the ground and leaned on the handle, alert but seemingly indifferent.
This action obviously relaxed the atmosphere.
About an hour passed. Then, without warning, a shadow emerged from the woods with huge, silent steps, taking the departing man and three other guys with him.
"Do you want to see Zuljin?" one of them asked, walking very close, close enough for Doomhammer to see the beads on his whip and a few metal ornaments.
"I'm right here!" Zul'jin was far taller and more capable than the other trolls. He was wearing 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 of his face below his nose, giving him a sinister appearance.
"I am Orgrim, you can also call me Doomhammer. Yes, I want to talk to you." Doomhammer looked at the leader of the forest trolls, not wanting to show any fear.
"What do you want to ask the great Zul'Aman for help?" Zuljin responded.
Orgrim said to the troll leader: "We need your power, we plan to conquer this world, and we hope you can become our allies."
Zujin frowned and asked: "Alliance? Why? What benefits can we get?"
"What do you hope to gain?" Orgrim asked.
"We don't need anything." Zujin finally replied decisively: "We have our own forest. No one dares to break in here, except those cursed elves, but we will solve these problems ourselves."
"Are you sure?" Doomhammer asked, feeling like he had found a breakthrough. "Those elves, are they the same race? A powerful race?"
"Powerful? Maybe so." The troll reluctantly agreed. "But we defeated them in the old days, when those guys first came to this land. We don't need any help."
"Why fight like this?" Doomhammer asked. "Why not attack their home and wipe them out once and for all? We can help you. With the tribe behind you to help you, you can finish off the elves once and for all, and control this forest forever!"
Because I can’t beat him!
Zujin looked like he was seriously considering this issue. Doomhammer was eager for the capable forest troll to agree to his proposal.
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. So it doesn't make sense for us to go to war with other races," he explained.
Doomhammer sighed. He could tell that these forest trolls had thought clearly. He then surmised that opposing this opinion would only make these people enemies.
"I understand," Orgrim finally said.
Zujin nodded. "Have a safe journey, orc." His words were like a whisper, and Zuljin himself began to move into the shadows.
"No trolls will bother you." After the leader promised, the other trolls left together.
Forcing these trolls turns them from a neutral being into an enemy. The chief of the tribe didn't want that.
When Orgrimmar, who had found nothing, was preparing to return to the tribe's base camp by boat, he met the leader of the Zul'Aman trolls again before boarding the boat.
"I changed my mind." The orcs watched as the troll leader slowly approached. He looked much the same as when they last met, and Doomhammer could tell from the troll's expression that he had not forgotten their last meeting either.
"Your warriors saved my people." The forest troll thanked him. He approached Doomhammer and nodded to him with a greeting. "I learned what happened and considered your proposal again."
"We will help you," Zuljin announced after a moment. "Just like you help us. Allies." Zujin stretched out his hand.
"Ally." Orgrim held Zujin's hand tightly.
Warchief Doomhammer's mind kept flashing with possibilities.
With the new power that the trolls, tribes, and Zuluhid will bring together, no one or anything can block their way forward!
