Were the words spoken by the troll as he stared at the conquered and much in disarray village of Hillsbrad, now eloquently renamed to 'The Sludge Fields'. One of the forsaken in front of him coughed, all of them brandishing a mechanical wand that was attached to two backpack-sized tanks on their backs. The packs were apparently the farm guard's weapon of choice to maintain the monstrosities inside, where various piles and individual corpses were strewn inside the barricaded entrance of the farm.
"It's not much of a choice since the other entrance had to be barricaded after the monstrosities wised up. So if you're going to be entering the Sludge fields, it has to be through here," said a forsaken bluntly as he glared momentarily at the troll, a sneer on his rotting face before he turned his gaze towards the heavily barricaded entrance.
"Your choice, we're here to do everything within our power to keep those monstrosities in. Not pamper to outsider trolls," said the forsaken, his gaze and glare still aimed on the barricades. He was tempted to flat out deck the forsaken into blissful unconsciousness, but he controlled himself as any respectable troll would.
He shrugged, "Watever, mon," he said before going through the semi-circle of pack wearing forsaken, slamming his shoulder into the forsaken who called him an outsider as he did. Never let it be said that he was an outsider in the forsaken's army after all his deeds and accomplishments in the Silverpine Forest-Gilneas Campaign, and never let it be said that trolls cannot gain their payback regardless of how miniscule it may be.
The troll let out a whistle as he approached the barricades, seeing firsthand how effective it was in its job, before he noticed a very narrow path through the barricade seemingly devoid of any corpses. He narrowed his eyes, taking out his pair of twin maces from their slings tied around his leather belt, and with a soft spoken prayer to his people's Loa's and the elements for safety he stepped onto the path.
It was hard to traverse through the path Rulo noted, as with every twist he had to dodge multiple spikes and implements of death that haphazardly jutted out from the barricades. They were most likely thrown upon the barricades to slow the monstrosities down should they enter the narrow path, which still was clear of any corpses as he continued on his way.
He froze in place as he heard a shrill scream; a human scream, coming from inside the farm. Seconds passed as he continued to hear the human scream, alongside the disturbing sounds of a creature munching on something. His ears perked upon hearing a different set of sounds, one indicative of heavy clomps on cobbled stone, and immediately crouched down in the narrow path as several monstrosities of disturbing visage climbed the barricades and passed over his head. The second they passed he got up and moved quickly, for the troll thought that the gas was probably lethal to him and had a capable range of effectiveness, where he most likely was still inside of.
He let no sigh of relief or breathed in fresh air upon entering the conquered and turned town of Hillsbrad Foothills, his eyes drinking in the madness and depravity of The Sludge Fields as he gaped openly at the sight.
"May da elements grant me powah to end dis madness."