Chapter 2
Millas and his army had reached Darkshire by nightfall. They stayed on the outskirts of town, as to a lack of lodging at the inn. Millas was in his tent writing the day's report to send to Stormwind. Darkreaper walked in and handed in his troop's report. Millas had put Darkreaper in charge of a small portion of the army. "Here's the report you wanted." Darkreaper said, "Why'd I have to do this?" "I'm sorry, but I'm supposed to send a daily report back to the higher-ups. It wasn't my choice. And I needed to notify them of your troops' status." Millas replied. "But just until we get to Outland." Darkreaper left the tent to return to his sleeping area, he had been offered a tent, but turned it down because he never slept inside.
Millas slept soundly, but was awakened by a piercing howl. He knew what it was; he jumped out of bed and picked up his sword and shield. He stepped out into the night air and hollered at the top of his lungs, "To arms, men, the Worgens are upon us!" There was a frenzy as troops picked up their arms. Darkreaper was nowhere in sight. The men formed behind Millas, and readied themselves for battle. The Worgens were beastly werewolves, who stalked the forest of Duskwood. They came running over the hill and several of them dropped. Darkreaper had snuck up to the hill to ambush the foul beasts. "By the Light." Millas said as Darkreaper killed another ten Worgens, "Well," Millas shouted back to his men, "Are we just going to stand here while he has all the fun?" Millas gestured towards the elf, "CHARGE!" Millas yelled and the entire army shouted their approval and rushed forward. The Worgens and Humans bet in a clash of fur, steel, and blood. Millas fought his way over to where his friend was fighting, hoping that there would still be some Worgens left for him.
Nakha and his men had reached the port of Ratchet fairly early, they were lucky enough to charter several ships that night to take them to Booty Bay. While the ships were being loaded with provisions for the voyage, the troops were browsing the various shops in the port, while Nakha and Mordrim shared a drink at the inn. Nakha was about to take his first sip when the ground started shaking. Nakha heard what sounded like hoof beats out in the distance. He knew that the Centaurs were raiding the town. Nakha and Mordrim stepped outside. Most of the troops were on the ships already. To the remaining troops he shouted, "The centaurs come, my brethren! Ready yourselves to repel the attack so that our ships might survive!" Nakha and Mordrim ran out to the now forming grunts, "Ready! CHARGE!" Nakha howled as the entire company ran forth to meet the foes head on. Nakha was eagerly awaiting the feeling of his axe on centaur flesh. The two peoples met a few yards out of Ratchet. The orcs entered into a blood frenzy and each one killed two centaurs with one swing. Nakha and Mordrim were easily plowing their way through the centaur army. With one fel swoop of his axe, Nakha beheaded three centaurs. Mordrim was getting four to a swing. The fighting only lasted about twenty minuets, and then all the remaining orcs piled onto the boats with the rest of they're brethren. Only two orcs were killed in the skirmish, but they were the weaker ones of the army, Nakha and Mordrim boarded last, and they set sail for Azeroth.