Zar'roc walked amongst his brothers and sisters into the thick, sprawling jungle. Let us begin again, the words replayed in his mind like a broken record. The old Uruk scrunched up his face in deep thought. I've seen many Rexes rise and all . . . countless even. Yet none of them shared the same ambition that Kharak seems to grasps. Zar'roc surveyed his surroundings carefully. The land here is fertile, and through our Rex the brothers and sisters of the Uzg have never been more close. We scorned a spirit, not just any spirit, the spirit of failure and disease. Yet... we are all still breathing? With a sigh, the Orc discarded the thought of their survival, and shifted more to their current situation. Krug has definitely handed us a gift, the gift of continued life and further prosperity. The Uzg shall not forget this- never forget this. We shall return this gift. With glory, honor, and sacrifice. Long live the Uzg. A slight smile creeped up on Zar'roc's lips. And long live the Rex.