Conquering Silverwing Outpost

Garrosh clenched the letter in his hand, a smile curling across his lips with excitement. Carrying Gorehowl in his powerful arm, he gave the order directly. "Lieutenant General Nazgrel, notify the troops. The war has begun."

The Warsong Clan had forged a group of elite soldiers during its northern campaign. Together with the Hellscream Glory Guard, composed mainly of Mag'har Clan and Warsong Clan veterans, the Warsong Clan forces set out from Warsong Lumber Camp.

East of the Feren River was basically under the Warsong Clan's control, though not completely. Night Elf strongholds such as Silverwing Outpost still remained.

Thus, the Warsong Clan surrounded Silverwing Outpost and launched a fierce assault with their superior numbers.

The Night Elf sentries were strongest when using Ashenvale's terrain to fight, appearing and vanishing like ghosts as they hunted Orcs.

Once they lost their mobility advantage, their weakness was laid bare against the broad-armed, immensely strong, and berserk Orcs.

Under the control of engineers, Warsong Clan flaming oil catapults launched a fierce bombardment against Silverwing Outpost. Garrosh's talent for war had led him to manufacture vast numbers of catapults and stockpile enormous quantities of flaming oil.

After modifications by the Blackfuse Company, the flaming oil catapults' range had increased dramatically, their firing distance far surpassing that of the Night Elves' current bolt throwers.

While the flaming oil catapults maintained long-range suppression, shield-bearing Warsong Clan warriors were the first to charge.

After the Orc warriors began their assault, the Night Elf sentries at Silverwing Outpost also began returning fire with bolt throwers and bows.

The Night Elves had a major flaw, one that had dragged them from their pedestal as the mightiest race over the past ten thousand years: complacency.

It could be said that under the rule of Archdruid Malfurion Stormrage and High Priestess