The heavily armored orc stood surveying the hillside. More companies were coming in from Mordor and Misty Mountains. It did not make him less annoyed, no word had come yet from his scouts and human agents sent to the elvenkings city.
He grunted, no matter, he thought. With such a force mustering at Dol Goldur, no hated elven army now could defeat them!
He espied another battalion coming in. There was no mistaking the outlined fingures of the Orog-hai among them. Wārzgārz smiled with an evil glint in his eyes, those trolls were less stupid than the ordinary ones, and were better suited for battle. Like himself, they could withstand the sunlight.
Since the last great battle with those cursed alliance of elves, he knew the number of the elves and men had dwindled. For such a force as one under the Dark Lord, no one could possibly withstand them now! Elf, man, nor dwarf.
As he turned, he saw an orc scout heading towards him. It was from one of the scouting group that swept the Vale of Anduin, looking for news to be sent to their Master.
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