For the Horde!

Orgrim crouched motionless in the boat, calculating his countermeasures. Before arriving, no one had told him there were others here; even though he had encountered a brown-haired, pointy-eared fellow at sea earlier, there had been no indication that he belonged to this continent.

Orgrim spoke to a sturdy Orc behind him: "Tell the lads to prepare for battle. Notify the Shamans in the rear and have them cast spells to create some fog to cover our landing! Also, have the Ogres from the rear boats go down and clear the obstacles ahead; they must have placed something in the water!"

The Orc behind him acknowledged the order and crawled toward the back of the boat. Orgrim's command was executed well; within a quarter of an hour, a thick fog rose over the sea surface ahead, making it difficult to see anything even ten meters away!

Immediately after, several "splash" sounds came from behind, followed by the sound of bodies breaking the water and arms stroking through the waves. Several massive blue heads surfaced, and in the blink of an eye, they reached the spot where the warships had run aground.

As the tall Ogres cleared the wooden stakes from beneath the water, Orgrim's warships turned around and slowly pushed forward.

"Why is there such heavy fog?" The old general Andona looked out over the sea. With fog this thick, he couldn't even tell where the enemy was, let alone how to shoot them down.

"This must be the work of the enemy's mages!" one of Andona's subordinates said. "Didn't Lord Malfurion say that the enemy has mages too?"

"Those aren't mages, they're Shamans!" When the fog rose over the sea, Andy had left the ruins where he was hiding and moved to a forward position. Andona and a group of officers were currently huddled in a ruin, pointing toward the distant sea.

"They must have had the Shamans create the fog to cover their landing!" Andy gripped his bow and stared ahead. "Can you hear that? They've already started destroying the stakes we set up!"

Upon hearing this, Andona listened carefully, and indeed, a faint sound of splashing water drifted over.

"What is the situation?" Tyrande asked as she approached. When she saw the thick fog, a grave expression appeared on her face.

The Sentinel Unit had no spellcasting classes; they were all archers or warriors, and facing a situation like this was indeed tricky. There were no priests or Druids accompanying this group, so it seemed she would have to act herself.

"Andona, tell the warriors to prepare for combat. I will disperse the fog!"

Andona immediately sent someone to the rear to relay the order, while he and the others quickly donned their helmets and drew their weapons.

Tyrande spread her arms and looked up at the sky, and suddenly, difficult-to-pronounce, cryptic incantations spilled from her lips.

A light breeze blew, ruffling the hair by Tyrande's ears. The breeze slowly intensified, gradually turning into a violent gale.

Seeing that his plan had worked and no more arrows were flying from the shore, Orgrim quickly directed his Orc warriors to bring the boats rapidly toward the beach.

Before the boats had even come to a full stop, Orc warriors jumped out one after another. Warriors holding shields took the lead, while those in leather armor clutching steel blades hid behind them.

Orgrim gripped his massive Doomhammer and glanced at his formation. There were five or six phalanxes lined up in parallel, and more Orc warriors were surging up from behind him to form similar units. Orgrim sighed; there was no helping it—who told him he didn't have any ranged units!

Orgrim had been holding back enough anger as it was. Not only had he been drifting at sea for days, but the moment he finally saw land, he had been sniped by unknown enemies before he could even disembark.

I want to see who is blocking my path forward! Orgrim thought to himself. I brought my people out to find a place to settle, not to fight. I am not that brutal fellow Blackhand, with such a heavy desire for conquest!

Although Orgrim's goal was to rest and recuperate, this sudden ambush made him exceptionally furious! He hadn't brought many people to begin with, and they had already shot several of them dead!

The strong wind summoned by Tyrande made it difficult for people to keep their eyes open. The fog that the Shamans had worked so hard to create vanished entirely in a dozen seconds, but the sight on the beach was one these elves would never forget for the rest of their lives.

The stern phalanxes, the rows of tightly defended shields, and the high-pitched Orc roars made the elves, who had been at peace for too long, feel a chill run down their spines.

The current Sentinel Unit was composed mostly of soldiers recruited during times of peace; they had never seen such a massive formation, and some soldiers' hands began to tremble as they gripped their weapons. Andy's performance was slightly better; he had simulated such scenes in his mind many times, but now that it was actually happening, it was hard not to feel nervous.

Orgrim had been waiting for his Shamans to clear the fog so he could use the element of surprise to let the Horde lads charge, but he hadn't expected it to be blown away by a gust of wind from Tyrande.

It was just as well; it saved him from having to give the order. The moment the fog vanished, Orgrim pointed his giant hammer forward and roared, "Lads, charge! For the Horde!"

"For the Horde!"

To the ears of the elves, the Orcs' roar sounded like a pack of beasts howling, devoid of any real meaning. But these beasts could use weapons and armor—look at that big oaf, how many times can you swing a hammer that heavy?

Andy had the translation from the Monster Spirit, so there was no barrier to communication. When the Orcs roared "For the Horde," he almost blurted out "For the Alliance!"

Fortunately, he managed to control himself; otherwise, these elves would have been stunned. The Alliance? With whom?

Andy watched Orgrim swing his hammer, encouraging his warriors again and again.

So it's him! Andy thought. Orgrim Doomhammer!

After the cry of "For the Horde," all the phalanxes, protected by their shields, began to move slowly toward the elves. At first, the speed was slow, but they gradually broke into a run.

The movement of the Orc phalanxes gave the elven archers an opportunity; after all, no matter how strong a person was, they couldn't maintain a tight defense while running.

"Archers, ready!" the commander shouted. He waited for the Orc phalanxes to get a bit closer before yelling, "Fire!"

A vast cloud of arrows, glinting with cold light, traced a beautiful parabola in the air and landed accurately within the Orc phalanxes.

The descent of the arrows immediately caused some commotion in the Orc ranks. Some arrows found the gaps created by the running Orcs, piercing their necks, while others struck Orcs in the thighs, leaving them wailing on the ground.

No sooner had this wave of arrows landed than another wave flew into the sky, raining down upon the Orc phalanxes.

Orgrim had no time to adjust any formations. Seeing the enemy's position right before him, he suddenly let out a roar toward the rear. The tall Ogres at the tail of the formation sprinted past all the phalanxes and dove headlong into the shield wall formed by the elven warriors.

"For the Horde! Charge!" Orgrim shouted. Only when he reached the front did he realize that the ones he had assumed were humans were actually a group of fellows with pointy ears!

Andy was stunned by that "For the Horde" again. If you're going to fight, just fight—why do you keep shouting? Are you afraid people won't know you're the leader?

No matter who you're doing this for, I'm doing this for myself. You can all go be buried with your Horde!

An arrow glowing with green light shot from Andy's bow. "Viper Sting!"

The magical arrow struck an Orc charging at the very front. The immense power and the added magic blew a massive, bloody hole in the Orc's neck, and he collapsed to the ground, dead instantly!

"All attributes increased by 0.2!" the notification from the Monster Spirit rang out.

"...Yeah?" What was going on? Did killing Orcs give bonus points?