The Humans were slain. Every last, cursed one. Reglar raised his Battleaxe to the sky and cried "For the Horde!" The Grunts and Raiders around him also joined the cry.

They began the long trek back to Orgrimmar. The safest route was down the coast, otherwise they could incur the wrath of the Furbolgs, and they were vicious.

The last excitement of the battle was just dying when Reglar, the Commander of the Horde, saw something he did not expect. He saw an army of Furbolgs slaughtering a strange, unidentified force. His warriors were eager to do battle again, and so he took his Axe and roared.

The Orcs charged closing in on the battle and slammed into the rear of the group slaying Furbolgs left, right and centre. They destroyed the Furbolgs, not one was left moving.

The other force was staring at the Orcs.

Reglar came upon the most Regal-looking one and said,

"You the Leader?"

"Yes I am Prince Kael tha-"

"You comin' to see the WarChief."

The Orcs encircled the Blood Elves and resumed the long trek to Orgrimmar.

"What's going on, My Lord?" Asked a Priest.

"I don't know."

            The Orcs and Blood Elves entered a great wooden Hall, stared at with mixed feelings of interest and disgust.

They came through a large door and an aging Orc with hints of grey in his hair and beard spoke.

"Who are these Outlanders Reglar? They look like Elves."

"They claim to be Blood Elves, sire." Reglar Reported.

"I have never heard of a Blood Elf before."

"You may have heard of the High Elves though. We call ourselves Blood elves now as we are sworn to avenge the Blood spilled when Quel'thalas was destroyed by the Scourge." Prince Kael told the Old Orc.

"You feel anguish even now. Where do you travel Blood Elf?"

"We merely want a place to call our home."

"Then the Blood Elves can call Orgrimmar their home."

"We are honoured Old-one." Prince Kael said while bowing.

"I am no normal Orc. I am known as Thrall, the WarChief of the Horde." Thrall said aloud to the Elves. Thrall turned to Reglar and said.

"My son, take these people to the Outskirts. Tell the Goblins to build their finest town for them."

"Yes Father."

The Group exited the hall and the Soldiers called.

"Hail Thrall, WarChief of the Horde!"