Ashia looked at The'kal, still confused but slowly nodded.<span style="color: dimgray"> "i did? but... well i guess you would know better then me."</span>she smirked a little and leaned against The'kal lightly.<span style="color: dimgray"> "good because if there is one thing i hate its being rushed."</span><br/><br/>Eldryn sighed and blocked the conversation between the Trolls and Harpy so that only they could hear it. Eldryn rolled his eyes and shook his head.<span style="color: royalblue">"oh i have you against your will, big fucking deal General. swallow your fucking pride before it kills you and all of your kind because even if you agree here today im not going anywhere. i am trapped on this world and i want you to know just how meaningless i find your mortal pride, your pathetic sense of honor and worst of all your blind loyalty. you knew what Garrosh was and you took his orders, i find you as disgusting as i found him."</span>the map formed and the red sands turned as black as the peninsula formed for the Trolls and trees formed in haphazard patches.<span style="color: royalblue">"clean it up yourself." </span><span style="color: purple">"we will not trade with the Orcs." </span><span style="color: royalblue">"i dont blame you." </span>a wide mountain range effectively cut the Orcs off from everyone but the Trolls and the Tauren.<span style="color: royalblue"> "youll find carving your way through that rock to be extremely difficult."</span>the Dustwallow marsh filled itself in and turned into decent land only to have an extremely dense forest take over the entire region.<span style="color: royalblue">"there, farmland, trees and plenty of ore. enter the lands of another uninvited and ill kill your kind. your arrogance here today will have lasting consequences. you are no longer required."</span>Nazgrim was dumped in to the middle of Durotar and got a mouthfull of rich black dirt.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>