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
what an orc was。 Rumor had it that he had trained Admiral Proudmoore； though Lorena put very little stock in that
one。 Either way； he d seen everything； done everything； and lived to tell exaggerated stories about all of it。
Strov said； Like I said in the watch office； ma am； the other crew corroborated what Captain Avinal said。 They
couldn t see a thing out there。 I doubt they had any confirmation that either ath ar or the pirates were even
there。
And if they were； another soldier； a veteran named Paolo； added； they weren t in no shape to be helpin nobody。
Sailors I talked to was scared when they spoke of it。
Mal； who d served in Azeroth s navy years ago； nodded。 Can t blame em。 Fog s the worst。 No way to get your
bearings。 Usually best to just drop anchor till it passes。 Surprised they didn t； truth be told。
What does it matter？
That was Jalod。 Lorena frowned。 What do you ？
Them orcs decimated Admiral Proudmoore s fleet！ Killed one of the finest men ever to draw breath！ If it were me
in charge of Avinal s boat； I d a been helpin the pirates。 It s shameful is what it is； Lady Proudmoore betraying her
own to those savages betraying her own father for such as they。 It s shameful that she s got us doing this when we
should be goin after those monsters！
Everyone shifted unfortably on their feet at those words。
That is； everyone except for Lorena； who unsheathed her sword and put the point right at Jalod s throat。 The old
man seemed surprised at that； and his blue eyes grew wide with fear； even under the folds of wrinkly flesh that
covered his face。
Speaking in a low and dangerous tone； Lorena said； Never speak ill of Lady Proudmoore in my presence again；
Sergeant。 I don t care who you served with or how many trolls and demons you ve killed； if you ever even think
such thoughts about Lady Proudmoore； I will tear you open stem to stern and feed the pieces to the dogs。 Do I make
myself clear？
Strov stepped forward。 I m sure the sergeant meant no disrespect to Lady Proudmoore； ma am。
Course not。 Jalod s voice was shakier now。 I ain t got nothin but respect for her； ma am； you know that。 It s
just
Just what？
Jalod swallowed； his Adam s apple butting up against Lorena s sword point。 Them orcs can t be trusted is all I m
sayin 。
That wasn t all Jalod was saying； but Lorena lowered her sword anyhow。 Jalod s decades of service earned him the
benefit of several dozen doubts； and those words were very much out of character for a man who had eagerly
served under Lady Proudmoore for years now； going back to the days before Arthas turned。 Indeed； had it been
anyone else； she would not have bothered with the warning and would have gone straight to the disemboweling。
Sheathing her sword； Lorena said； Let s head back to the dock。 We ve got a long trip home。
As they marched back toward the docks where their transport ship was berthed； Lorena wondered what was going
on。 She d been a soldier for all of her adult life。 The youngest of ten children； and the only girl； she d wanted to be
a soldier just like her brothers and father。 She had even convinced herself that she was a boy； right up until she
reached her thirteenth summer and her body forced her to confront the reality that she was female。 She was so
skilled with a sword and shield that her father overcame his reluctance and sponsored her application to join the Kul
Tiras City Guard。 Over the years； she worked her way up the ranks； finally being promoted to colonel by Lady
Proudmoore herself during the war against the Burning Legion。
Over those years she had honed her instincts the instincts of a soldier from a family of soldiers and those
instincts now told her that there was more to this than a military convoy not seeing a trading ship or the pirates
attacking them in the fog。 The suspicion had been in the back of her mind from the moment she arrived at
Northwatch； but Jalod s words put it to the front。
She wasn t sure what was wrong； precisely； but she intended to find out。
As they marched toward the edge of the clearing； Private Strov made sure to keep Sergeant Jalod in his sight at all
times。 He wasn t sure what had gotten into the old buzzard； but Strov didn t like it； not one bit。
It was one thing to plain about the orcs。 That was to be expected； given the history； though Strov himself
generally thought of the orcs as victims of demonic influence。 Made as much sense to hate them as it did Medivh；
and he was revered as a hero despite what the demons did to him。 Still and all； he could see why some might view
the orcs with animosity。
But Lady Proudmoore？ The only ones who had reason to think ill of her were the Burning Legion and those that
were sympathetic to their cause。
Jalod was never one to express such feelings in the past。 Which led Strov to think that perhaps the sergeant was
losing his marbles。 Nothing wrong with that it happened to the best of people but it could endanger them。 One
of the things they drilled into you in training was that you had to rely on the people in your unit。 Strov wasn t sure
he could rely on Jalod anymore。
So intent was he on keeping the sergeant in his sight line at all times； Strov was slow to pick up on something he
should have noticed earlier。 The trees and rocks； along with some storage sheds used for Northwatch； provided an
almost circular border。 As they neared the circle s edge； Strov saw four figures in cloaks hiding behind the storage
sheds； the trees； or the rocks。 They were well concealed； but Strov had a keener eye than most。
Ambush！
At Strov s cry； all seven of them got into a fighter s crouch and unsheathed their swords。 Simultaneously； seven
figures Strov had missed three of them leapt out from cover。
The figures were massive； their cloaks doing an inadequate job of hiding the fact that they were orcs； though doing
a fine job of hiding any distinguishing features they might have had。
Strov noticed something else as he parried the club that was swinging toward his head： the cloaks had an emblem
on the breast of a sword on fire。 That was familiar to Strov； but he couldn t take the time to follow up on the
thought just at the moment； as the becloaked orc was doing everything possible to end Strov s life。
The orc swung the club thrice more； and all three times Strov parried； but on the third he also stepped in and kicked
the orc in the stomach。 Not expecting such an attack； the orc stumbled； and Strov thrust at it with his sword。
However； the orc had the wherewithal to block the thrust with its club。
Unfortunately for the orc； this put Strov on the offensive。 He kept ing with different thrusts and strikes； hoping
to catch the orc unawares； but his foe was well trained and had amazingly fast reflexes and was now ready for
additional kicks or punches Strov might deliver。 Many humans； Strov knew； relied wholly on their weapons to
fight； but Strov had always preferred to use his entire body。
Strov thrust low； hoping that the orc would parry low enough to open up for a strike to the head。 However； the orc
anticipated； and only held the club with one hand； the other hand raised and protecting its face。
So Strov kicked down at the orc s leg。
The kick wasn t hard enough to break any bones； but the orc stumbled and waved both arms to keep its balance。
That gave Strov the opening he needed to run the orc through the chest。
Or so he thought。 The sword managed to perate the cloak easily enough； about halfway up the blade； but Strov
felt no peration of flesh； and when he yanked his sword out which took more effort than expected there was
no blood on the blade。
Strov gritted his teeth； refusing to let his surprise at not scoring first blood distract him from his foe； who was now
standing steady once more。
Taking a deep breath； Strov moved in and refused to let up。 He swung at the orc s neck； which was blocked； then
immediately went for the stomach； then the neck again； then the legs。 His arms were a blur as he pushed the orc
back farther and farther； giving no quarter； barely giving his foe sufficient time to even parry and hoping that
sooner or later； that parry would not e。
Suddenly； a sword blade seemingly came out of nowhere and slashed at the orc s head。 The cloak was rent by the
blade； and half of it fell off to reveal the angry green face of a male orc。 His left tusk had that burning sword
emblem engraved in it。
The blade in question belonged to Colonel Lorena。 Strov assumed that she had dispatched her own foe。
As for the orc； he yelled out the word for retreat in the orcish tongue； and then they all yelled the phrase； Galtak
Ered nash！ Strov knew many languages； including those of the orcs； trolls； goblins； and dwarves； as well as all
four elven dialects。 He d never heard that phrase before。
His foe now running away； Strov turned to see that Ian and Mal were down the former dead with his throat ripped
open； the latter alive but with a leg injury but besides himself； Lorena； Jalod； Paolo； and Clai were uninjured。 One
of the orcs lay on the ground as well。 The other six were retreating； two of them bleeding。
Strov； Clai； give chase； Lorena said as she ran toward Mal。
Clai was the most brutal fighter in the detail。 Strov noted that his fellow private had a great deal of orc blood on his
sword。 You were able to strike flesh？ Strov asked as they ran in the same direction as the remaining six orcs。
Nodding； Clai said； Only when I got the head or the neck。 It s like their bodies were made outta smoke or
somethin 。
The figures had all gone through one of the overhanging willow branches that almost served as a wall。 Only a few
paces behind； Clai and Strov ran through to find
nothing。 Of the orcs； there was no sign。 Even the blood trail of the two injured ones was gone。 The ground was
visible for half a league it was impossible for the orcs to have gone from sight in the time available。
Strov stopped short and took a deep breath。