The orks need some love. I can't help but root for the underdog.
Bonesnapper slowly rose his head above the level of the ridge, and surveyed the valley below. There was a group of elves setting up camp for the night, and upon spotting the emblem displayed on the tent, he grinned to himself. He lowered himself slowly, taking no chances he would be heard even though the camp was over half a mile distant, and slowly creeped back to his ragged band of orks.
"Yer, I promised ya we'd catch up to the sneaky buggers. They're just over the hill. Setting up camp like they're at home or summat. We attack at midnight." Bonesnapper drew out a quick map of the elven encampment in the dirt.
"They should be expecting that" growled one of the larger orks. "I would. Double watch, guards here, here here, and here."
"That's why you're going to pick out 5 others to go with you, and take them out. As soon as you signal, the rest of us charge."
"6 of us? But they won't have more than 4 guards. Unless..."
"That's right. I know something you don't. They are acting too casual. They know we're following them, and there's not enough of them setting up camp, there's at least 6 in the trees. Who here has the best eyes? Come with me while Korg gets his group ready."
As Bonesnapper led the other ork back to the ridge, he thought back to the incidents that had led them to this position. He much preferred a proper fight rather than using geurilla tactics, but those elves had cut down the army the instant they entered the forest. Of course, it wasn't exactly a fair fight, seeing as they were fleeing a horde of giants, but that was all the more reason to hate the elves. At least the ork survivors he had managed to band together were well versed in the ways of the woods, as good as the elves in fact - and that's the only reason they had survived the surprise attack. Well, those elves were about to get a taste of their own medicine. It might be only 20 elves, but it would be a good start.
As the moon rose over the ridge at midnight, Bonesnapper heard the hoot of an owl. "Ok boys, the sentries are down. Let's take em."
He unsheathed his scimitar, and 30 orks descended silently upon the elven encampment. When morning arrived, there was no trace of the elves, or their camp. Bonesnapper led his warband north, looking for another patrol.
Orks +1
Elves -1
Human: 23
Elves: 24
Barbarians: 23
Dwarves: 30
Dragons: 28
Undead: 28
Halflings: 26
Giants: 25
Orks: 17
Drow (evil elves): 26