"Have those cowards finally dared to come out from their fortress?"
On the battlefield, Grommash watched the human army across from them, a savage smile spreading across his face. He had not expected that, after rushing back from Silvermoon Forest, he would still catch up to something this good!
He felt the fighting spirit in his entire body ignite.
This would be the beginning of a harvest!
The Warsong Clan's totem would store even more energy in this war! For the Warsong Clan, the only things worth caring about now were more battles and wars on an even greater scale!
After the Orc Tribe unified, the first clan warlike Orcs almost always chose to join was the Warsong Clan, whose totem embodied a fervor for war.
Empowered by Totemic Power, their strength would increase enormously. Attack, defense, healing, energy resistance, and more would all be improved across the board. As long as they were still fighting, as long as their fighting spirit had not been extinguished, they could feel the power surging through their bodies.
To warlike Orcs, that sensation was wonderfully addictive.
The Orcs of the Warsong Clan, along with its various affiliated clans, had become the largest clan group within the new Orc Horde. They were also the vanguard and backbone of every war.
"You should be more careful. We've had small clashes with them in secret these past days. They know very well that with equal numbers, their soldiers are no match for our Orc warriors.
"But they actually dared to come out and form ranks for battle this time. They must have other methods." Durotan reminded Grommash, whose surging fighting spirit blazed like fire and made him somewhat uncomfortable.
"What problem could there be?" Grommash paid no heed to Durotan's warning. Instead, he eagerly anticipated the