On the path between Tirisfal Glades and Silverpine Forest stood a Forsaken bulwark. Its defenses could not compare to The Bulwark, for the Forsaken had never imagined they would be driven back this far.
The Forsaken leader, Nathanos Blightcaller, led the Royal Dreadguards in defending the fortification.
With its superior numbers and powerful artillery, the Kingdom of Gilneas had already captured The Sepulcher and smashed its way to the gateway of Tirisfal Glades.
Facing a Gilneas force five times the size of his own, Nathanos Blightcaller could only choose to defend and preserve his strength.
The Kingdom of Gilneas's forces had now attacked continuously for five days. Their numerical advantage and artillery suppression had inflicted severe losses upon the Forsaken.
If not for the Forsaken's tireless nature, they would likely have already been defeated in such intense fighting.
"Genn Greymane, you old mad dog! One day, I'll personally cut off that graying head of yours and hang it on the walls of the Undercity!" Nathanos Blightcaller cursed as he continuously fired arrows. At their height, the Forsaken could have crushed the Kingdom of Gilneas with ease. Now, a fallen tiger was being bullied by dogs.
The more Nathanos Blightcaller cursed, the angrier he became. Every arrow blew apart the head of a Gilneas soldier. "If I had equal forces, I'd make you pay, Genn Greymane!"
Genn Greymane could be considered a formidable figure, but Nathanos Blightcaller simply refused to acknowledge him. In all of Azeroth, aside from the Dark Queen Sylvanas Windrunner, who else could earn the recognition of this warrior of the Dark Queen?
While Nathanos Blightcaller continued to curse, Genn Greymane, the Wolf King, was overseeing the battle at what had once been the Forsaken rear guard camp and was now Gilneas's forward fortress, constantly polishing Strom'kar in