"Damn these green creatures! Why did they have to ruin our plans? Without them, we would've wiped out the Tauren long ago." Fifth Khan Weng said angrily. He had thought that he and Fourth Khan Maradus could unleash the fury in the Centaurs' blood and tear through the Horde's defenses. Instead, not only had they failed to break the line, they had turned the battlefield into a giant meat grinder. The berserk, bloodthirsty Centaurs were now impossible to control—not even the First Generation Khans could rein them in. They had lost all ability to think, and if this continued, both sides would suffer massive losses.
"Come on, Weng. It's time for us to step in. If we don't act now, after triggering our bloodline fury and still failing to advance, Gelk will surely laugh at us." Maradus took up his specially made spear and charged toward the front line, which had become a meat grinder. The First Generation Khan's powerful body smashed through the frenzied Centaurs who had lost their wits. Compared with him, an ordinary Centaur was like a car next to a tank. The defenses meant to stop the Centaurs were useless before him. He leapt over enormous pits with ease, while the chevaux-de-frise couldn't leave so much as a mark on his spiritual body; he simply smashed them to pieces.
"It's about time, Maradus. Let's show these green creatures and the Tauren what we can do." Weng had always been the most warlike. This was more in keeping with his nature. His enemies were bound to submit before his might.
"Keep up, Khan Shaka. Remember, even if you and I die, we must keep the First Generation Khans safe. You know what will happen to us if anything happens to them." When Khan Jehn saw the First