He spoke these words in a low voice.
"Tomorrow you will personally go to Gnoll Plains and gather a large army; any chieftain or military governor who dares to retreat privately from the front shall be executed. It's time to clean up these damned wastes."
Grogg the Evil Eye walked among the crowd leaving the tent. The magician corps had performed rather well in the battle this morning, so they had earned some trust from the Warchief, who had granted them an allocation of ten thousand orc recruits.
However, Grogg the Evil Eye wasn't very optimistic about Orgrim's continued efforts in waging war.
"He's insane, Orgrim has no idea what he's doing."
Grogg the Evil Eye stepped out of the tent, muttering to himself.
The Horde indeed still possesses strength, but victory in this world isn't about blind courage; it's about true power, Pawa.
