Adrenaline

"Warriors of the Horde, I know you are exhausted, but our final enemy, Anub'arak, lackey of the Scourge, lies just below us, within reach. If we rest now, we will lose our best chance and give Anub'arak the opportunity to flee and gather his forces." Dranosh stood atop the remains of a Crypt Lord and shouted at the Kor'kron Vanguard soldiers who could still rise to their feet.

The Kor'kron Vanguard could now only be described as being at the end of their strength. In their current state, venturing deep into the Abyssal Hatchery was basically a road to death.

Nazgrel's abdomen had been pierced by a dying Crypt Lord's final counterattack. Though it had been bandaged, the bleeding had not stopped. He was the first to step forward in answer to Dranosh's call. "I am willing to follow you into the Abyssal Hatchery, General Dranosh."

With Nazgrel taking the lead, the remaining two thousand Kor'kron Vanguard soldiers who could still stand all eagerly joined in.

That was what Orcs were like. They never feared battle, and to die in battle was what they sought all their lives.

In others' eyes, Orcs might be savage, bloodthirsty, and unreasonable. But once one truly understood them, one would instead come to like them, because they were not so false. They were far better than those who hid endless darkness beneath righteous and glorious facades.

"These are adrenaline shots, produced by Blackfuse Company. They are only meant to be used in the most critical moments, when we have no choice but to make a desperate last stand." Once again, Nazgrel pulled a large box of adrenaline from his seemingly bottomless dimensional pack.

Adrenaline had been invented some time ago, but it had not been widely used on the battlefield because it had yet