the orcs of their longfotten past。
On the day that Thrall and his growing army liberated Byrok； he swore that he would serve the young orc until one
of them died。
So far； that death had not e； despite the finest efforts of human soldiers or demon hordes。 One lesser member of
the Burning Legion did； however； claim Byrok s right eye。 In exchange； Byrok removed the demon s entire head。
When the fighting ended； and when the orcs settled in Durotar； Byrok requested that he be relieved of his service。
Should the call to battle be sounded； Byrok promised he would be the first in line to take up the mantle of the
warrior once again； even with one eye missing； but now he wished to make use of the freedom he had fought so
hard for。
Thrall naturally granted it to him； and to all those who requested it。
Byrok did not need to fish； of course。 Durotar included some excellent farmland。 Since the human lands were
located in the marshy territory to the south； humans could not grow crops； and so turned most of their energy to
fishing。 They would trade their surplus to the orcs in exchange for their surplus crops。
But Byrok wanted no fish caught by humans。 He wanted nothing to do with humans if he could possibly avoid it。
Yes； the humans had fought at the orcs side against the Burning Legion； but that was an alliance of necessity。
Humans were monsters； and Byrok wanted nothing to do with such uncivilized creatures。
So it was rather a shock to the oneeyed orc to find six humans in his usual fishing spot on Deadeye Shore。
For starters； the area surrounding Byrok s fishing hole was high grassland。 Byrok s tracking skills had been reduced
a bit by the lack of a good right eye； but he still saw no indication that any but he had traversed through the
grasses especially not any humans； who； for such small； lightweight creatures； were pathetically overt in their
movements。 Nor did Byrok see any airships nearby； nor any boats on the water within sight of the fishing spot。
How they arrived； though； was of considerably less concern to Byrok than the fact that they had arrived。 Setting
down his fishing gear； he unstrapped the morningstar from his back。 The weapon had been a gift from Thrall after
the Warchief had freed him from bondage； and Byrok went nowhere without it。
Were these fellow orcs in Byrok s spot； he would have questioned their presence； but humans particularly human
trespassers deserved no such consideration。 He would find out their intent by stealthier means。 At best； they might
simply be fools who strayed too far north and did not realize they were invading。 Byrok had lived a long time； and
had e to understand that stupidity was a far more mon explanation than malice。
But at worst； these might be true invaders； and if they were； Byrok would not let them walk out of his fishing hole
alive。
Byrok had learned the human language during his time in captivity； and so was able to understand the words of
these six at least those he could hear。 From where he was crouched down amid the tall grass； he could hear only a
few words。
The words he did hear； however； were not encouraging。 Overthrow was one； Thrall another。 So was
greenskin； a derogatory human term for orcs。
Then he caught the phrase； We ll kill them all and take this continent for ourselves。
Another asked a question； the only word of which Byrok caught was troll。 The one who wished to take the
continent then said； We ll kill them； too。
Pushing aside the grass； Byrok looked more closely at the humans。 He didn t notice anything particularly
distinguishing about them all humans looked alike to Byrok but the old orc did notice that the two closest to him
had the image of a burning sword on their person： one as a tattoo on his arm； the other as an earring。
His blood running cold； Byrok remembered where he d seen that symbol before。 It was long ago； when the orcs
first came to this world at Gul dan s urging： they called themselves the Burning Blade； and their armor and flags
carried the same symbol that these two humans wore。 The Burning Blade were among the fiercest devotees of the
Shadow Council。 They were later wiped out； and none of that demonloving clan remained。
Yet here were humans wearing their symbol； and speaking of killing Thrall。
His blood boiling； Byrok got to his feet and started running toward the sextet； twirling the morningstar over his
head。 Even with his bulk； the only noise he made as he approached was the whizzing sound of the morningstar s
chain as it pivoted on the handle in Byrok s fingers and rotated along with the large spiked ball on the other end
around the orc s head。
That was； unfortunately； enough。 Two of the humans the two with the Burning Blade symbol whirled around。
So Byrok targeted the nearest of those two first； throwing the morningstar right at his shaved head。 He wasn t
concerned about losing his weapon no human could lift the thing； so it would be safe until he could grab it again。
An orc！
Bout time one showed up！
Kill it！
Since the element of surprise was gone； he let out a huge roar that always intimidated humans and leapt at
another； this one with a full beard。 Byrok s massive fist collided with the bearded one s head。
The one with the shaved head clutched his shoulder he had managed to avoid being hit in the head； to Byrok s
disappointment and tried to lift the morningstar with his other hand。 Had he time； Byrok would have laughed。
However； he was too busy grabbing another human s head in his right hand and preparing to throw the invader into
one of his rades。 That did not happen； however； as another human attacked from the right。
Cursing himself for fetting to account for the fact that he was now blind on that side； Byrok flailed out with his
right arm； even as pain sliced into his side。
Two more humans piled on top of him； one punching him； the other going at him with a blade。 Byrok managed to
step on one attacker s leg； breaking it instantly。 The screams of his victim served to goad the orc； and he redoubled
his attack。 But there were simply too many of them。 Even though two of them were badly injured； they continued to
pile on him； and even Byrok could not defeat six humans while unarmed。
Realizing that he needed his weapon； he inhaled deeply and then let out a huge roar even as he punched both fists
outward with all his strength。 It only knocked his foes off him for an instant； but an instant was all he needed。 He
dove for his weapon； his fingers closing around the handle。
Before he could lift it； however； two of the humans pounded on his head； and another drove a dagger through his
left thigh。 Byrok flailed his arm outward； the morningstar s ball sailing through the air； just missing the humans。
Then； much as he loathed himself for being forced to do it； Byrok ran。
It was a hard thing for him； and not just because the dagger that was still protruding from his thigh slowed his gait。
To run from battle was shameful。 But Byrok knew he had a higher duty to perform the Burning Blade had
returned； only this time they were humans。 And all the attackers； not just the two he d noticed before； wore that
flaming sword image somewhere on them： a necklace； a tattoo； something。
This was information that needed to get back to Thrall。
So Byrok ran。
Or； rather； he hobbled。 His wounds were taking their toll。 It became a struggle even to breathe。
But still he ran。
Dimly； he registered that the six humans were giving chase； but he couldn t afford to pay attention to that。 He had
to get back to rimmar and tell Thrall what was happening。 Even with his injury； his strides were greater than
those of the humans； and he could outrun them。 Once he pulled far enough ahead； he would lose them in the
underbrush of this land that he knew better than any outsider possibly could。 Besides； they only seemed to want to
beat up an orc。 They probably did not realize that Byrok understood their gutter tongue； and therefore they did not
know that Byrok knew who they were。 They would not chase him past the point where it would be useful to them。
Or so he hoped。
No longer were there any thoughts in Byrok s mind。 He cleared his head of all save the critical imperative of
putting one foot down in front of the other； the ground slamming into his soles。 He ignored the pain in his leg； and
in all the other places they d beat or cut him； ignored the fact that his one good eye was getting foggy； ignored the
fatigue that drained the strength from his limbs。
Still he ran。
Then he stumbled。 His left leg refused to lift as it was supposed to but his right leg continued to run； and so he
crashed to the ground； high grass and dirt getting in his nose and mouth and eye。
Must…get…up…
You ain t goin nowhere； monster。 Byrok could hear the voice； hear the humans footfalls； and then feel the
pressure when two of them sat on his back； immobilizing him。 Cause； here s the thing your time is over。 Orcs
don t belong in this world； and so we re gonna take you out of it。 Got me？
Byrok managed the effort of lifting his head so he could see two of the humans。 He spat at them。
The humans just laughed。 Let s do it； boys。 Galtak Ered nash！
The other five all replied in kind： Galtak Ered nash！ Then they started beating the orc。
Six
A n hour after she had finished questioning Davin and Avinal； Colonel Lorena gathered her detail at a clearing just
outside Northwatch。 Rocks and thick trees dotted the landscape； and sagebrush poked out through the uneven
ground。 The sun shone down on the ground and the flora； making everything seem to glow and also keeping
everyone quite warm in their plate mail。
Most of the detail Lorena took were simply the top names on the duty roster； but she had handpicked two of them。
Though young； Strov was her most trusted soldier he did his duty provise when
necessary； but when it wasn t； would follow orders to the letter。 He could also follow anyone without losing them
or letting his prey know he was there。
The other was the opposite of Strov： Jalod was an old soldier who had fought against orcs back when nobody knew