On the icy Dragon Bone Wastes, a massive army of orcs was meandering forward.
Gul'dan walked at the front of the troop, his towering figure over three meters tall standing out among the orcs.
Gul:"This damned place really is freezing to death."
dan:"What does it matter? For the master's grand plan, we must keep moving."
The two heads muttered complaints while surveying their surroundings.
This unfamiliar, icy land was not safe; from the moment they landed, they have been continuously attacked by various monsters—barbaric Vrykul, sneaky Wolvar, foolish Bearkin... and various other beasts native to the Arctic.
It was said that there were dragons roaming this region; they had to be extra careful.
In the sky, several Obsidian Destroyers guarded the surroundings, with many Qiraji Swarmguards buzzing densely above the army, forming a swarm.
Within the army's ranks, the variety of troops was extensive, including some mantid and Tauren.