Thunderwood Forest, Half-Moon Lake Region.
Crack!
Dirtclaw lashed a whip across a Bearman's back. The next second, the unfortunate Bearman's skin tore open, blood oozing out.
"All of you, stay in line. Anyone who doesn't behave, I'll starve 'em for a whole damn month!"
Dirtclaw spat on the ground and then handed his whip to Gronthar.
"Gronthar, you're strong. Keep an eye on them. If they step out of line, whip 'em as hard as you can!"
Dirtclaw treated Gronthar pretty well, mainly because the commander of the cannon fodder troops, Onyx, had asked him to look out for these trolls. Since the troll race bowed to the Stoneheart Horde, Gronthar had stayed with Onyx, getting to know the Horde more day by day. After Orion restructured the Horde's factions and promoted Onyx to commander of the cannon fodder troops, Gronthar and some of his people became part of that unit's leadership.
