The days were passing by as they usually did. Nothing exciting happened in the Valley. The same peons were walking around inside the caves, harvesting their mushrooms and mining their veins. Everything was peaceful and silent.
It all happened an October morning. The sun had just risen above the tall mountains, surrounding the valley. The only strange thing was the shape of an eagle circling miles away. It wasn’t normal to see eagles in the valley. The most common “bird” or flying creature was a Wyvern. None worried about it though, which was a wrong decision. The eagle was a scout from the Alliance. As the weeks passed on, more and more eagles started to show in the distance. Loud caravan sounds also went through the Valley. Still, there wasn’t made a decision. The Horde commander in the area, Drek’Thar, mentor of Thrall The king of Orgrimmar and of the orcs, didn’t do anything about it. Suddenly, like out of nowhere kobols started to appear in various mines all over the Valley. Drek’Thar still didn’t do anything. The Horde lost many resources and peons by that choice. The kobols had, after a short period of time, nearly emptied all supplies in the caves of the Valley and sent them as shipments away from the valley. How they got the crates away from the Valley did none know, but they just knew that they got them away, somehow. Everytime an expedition of grunts and/or wolf-riders went out to try recapturing a mine or a shipment of crates, the crates would be gone, and the mine would be abandoned. This kept going for a couple of days, before the Horde found a big way through one of the mountains, to the far northeast of the Valley. At last, Drek’Thar woke up. He could at last see that something was terribly wrong in the Valley. Quickly after discovering this, he called for his lieutenants and other high-rankers of The Horde. He formed: “The Frostwolf Legion” and demanded shipments from Orgrimmar. Thrall did as Drek’Thar wanted, and sent him large shipments of wood, stone, rope, various metals and leather. It only took a few days before The Frostwolf Legion were stored with everything they would need, to vague war upon anyone defying them. This story is about a common grunt, who got promoted to Champion and later General and even Warlord. The grunt’s name were “Rhim Deathbane” he was usually known on the field as “Shield Wall” due to his actions as he fought the enemies, mostly fighting by his shield and not his weapon. But this grunt were after a very short period of time, promoted into “Champion” this rank gave him opportunities to: Command with people, have four bodyguards, wear special designed armor for the higher ranks than grunts, and most important of all he was allowed to have his own unit of maximum fifty soldiers. This gave Rhim the possibility to make his name remembered, among the Horde.
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