Victory First, Defeat Later

"What is this?" Several Orcs hunting in the forest were carrying a fawn along a mountain path when they felt tremendous tremors coming from all around them.

"The forest has come alive?" Another companion discovered in terror that giant trees were moving all around them.

"Run!" The Orcs took off at full speed.

Of course, some were not afraid of death. They charged at the War Trees and began hacking at them, only to be torn to pieces by the massive bear Druids that arrived afterward.

The Druid army's arrival instantly changed the situation on the Ashenvale battlefield. The impact it brought far exceeded Thrall's worst expectations.

There was no probing, no hesitation. Burning with vengeance, Malfurion Stormrage commanded the vast Feral Druid legion and War Trees like a green tsunami, crashing straight into the Orc forces that had just occupied the Night Elves' former camp and had yet to secure their defenses.

The Orc vanguard consisted mainly of warriors from several small clans. Before they could enjoy the fruits of victory, they watched in horror as countless savage giant bears and mountain-sized ancient trees charged at them roaring. Thrown spears striking the War Trees' thick trunks were like scratches, while Battle Axes chopping into the Feral Druids' dense fur could scarcely inflict fatal wounds.

This was a one-sided slaughter.

The vanguard nearly collapsed the instant the two sides made contact. Orc warriors were swatted away by bear paws or wrapped up and torn apart by ancient roots. Their battle line was effortlessly ripped open and swallowed whole.

"Hold the line! For the Horde! Lok'tar ogar!" Thrall's eyes instantly bloodshot, he roared himself hoarse as he personally led the elite Kor'kron guards and the Frostwolf Clan's main force forward. At the same time, he ordered the equally battered Warsong Clan