The tension in the air was thick as the orcs of the Bloodfang Clan and the Ironhide Clan stood frozen, with their eyes wide, slightly shocked.
Especially the Ironhide Clan, who had entered the catacombs next to Bloodfang Clan.
They could hardly believe what they were seeing.
"How in the name of Gruul did the Dreadmaw Clan reach here first?" the leader of the Ironhide Clan muttered under his breath, one could notice his deep voice were barely containing the confusion.
His eyes narrowed as he stared at the distant figures of Volk and his orcs, who were trudging steadily through the dark stone corridors, their backs hunched beneath the weight of massive crystals.
Behind the leader of the Ironhide Clan, his subordinates stood with their arms crossed, equally bewildered.
The blood-red eyes of every orc followed the trail of the Dreadmaw Clan.
