Death of the Grand Lich

Alonsus Faol quickly relayed his observations to the leaders of the expedition's various factions.

After learning how the Scourge banners worked, Garrosh Hellscream was filled with disdain. It was not the banners themselves that truly empowered the Scourge, but Icecrown Glacier behind them.

After cleaving a minor leader carrying a Scourge banner in two with one axe blow, Garrosh gave the order to the Warsong Offensive behind him. "Warriors of the Horde, sound the Warsong, beat the drums—Lok'tar!"

The Orcish core of the Warsong Offensive consisted of warriors from the Warsong Clan. The remaining Kor'kron Vanguard were now serving aboard Orgrimmar's Hammer. Upon hearing their chieftain's command, these Warsong Clan veterans felt as though they had returned to the days when the Horde's god of war, Grommash Hellscream, had led them across countless battlefields, invincible and unstoppable.

Warsong Clan shamans climbed onto the backs of Kodo Beasts, raised their voices in an ancient warsong, and rhythmically struck the war drums on either side with their muscular arms.

"For Hellscream!" The Orcish warriors of the Warsong Offensive found the souls that had once made them invincible once more. Since Grommash Hellscream's death, they had been like walking corpses stripped of their souls. Though they had fought fiercely against the Night Elves, they no longer possessed that invincible spirit of old.

Now, under Garrosh's leadership, they had reclaimed the invincible Warsong Clan.

Watching the Warsong Offensive warriors crush everything the Scourge threw before them, Garrosh Hellscream's heart swelled with pride. This was everything his father, Grommash Hellscream, had left him.

"Blood for blood!" Sun King Kael'thas Sunstrider, no longer bearing his former grace, swore with boundless fury in a low voice.

"The time for revenge has finally come!" Even the heart of the Dark Queen Sylvanas Windrunner, which had long ceased beating,