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Arrg hissed. Kruol pulled at the worg's leesh, attempting to control the sizable beast. He could see the cart-top human and his gnome friend. They did not look armed, nor did they appear particularly well-protected. This was interesting. Very interesting. Usually people were more defended, especially civillians, during wartime. Kruol growled and he saw and heard the human try to calm his mule down. The animal was smarter than both man and gnome. Kruol grinned then barked the command.
Charge.
Worgs were fast, strong. They were like horses, but better. Clumsy on loose terrain, less endurance, but they make up for all that with their massive, wolf-like jaws. Kruol urged the beast on, allowing it to wrap itself in the heat of battle -- and the promise of food. Orc and Worg were brothers in arms. The Horde was still brightenings away. They needed refreshment. They needed meat.
"I AM ORC!", Kruol roared as he approached the wagon first. He knew that the gnome probably tasted like bone with skin, so the mule and man was first on his to-eat list. When they were near enough, he'd simply hop off Arrg and charge from behind. The animal would do more damage without his added weight. Plus, it could chase down the mule if it decided to run.
Kruol's plan was simple: hit.Kill.Eat. Repeat.
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I will EAT you and your BABIES
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