On the battlefield between Light Fortress and Wor'var, a battle involving hundreds of thousands had reached its most fevered point. Large numbers of warriors fell every moment. Though the Horde army had gained the upper hand, it still could not completely overwhelm the Army of the Light's auxiliaries, because the Lightbound led by the two Draenei archbishops, Akama and Maraad, firmly withstood the Horde army's fiercest attacks.
"Awooo!"
A massive wolf howl rang out across the chaotic battlefield.
The warriors locked in fierce combat turned to look toward the source of the howl.
Tens of thousands of Orc Wolf Riders had appeared on the Path of Light between Wor'var and Lion's Watch.
At the forefront of the Orc Wolf Riders, two tall, powerful Orcs rode giant wolves more than twice the size of ordinary direwolves. They held the reins in one hand and sharp battle-axes in the other.
"It's the Warchief!"
"Chieftain Grommash!"
"The Warchief rescued Chieftain Grommash!"
The Orc warriors instantly recognized the two of them. They were undoubtedly the Hellscream father and son: Garrosh, Warchief of the Horde, and Grommash.
As Grommash Hellscream looked upon the hundreds of thousands of Orc warriors before him, it felt as though he had returned to more than twenty years ago, when he led the Iron Horde.
This was what Orcs were. This was the Horde's true strength! With Draenor's Orc population having plummeted, they could never have assembled such an elite legion. Yet the Horde army of Azeroth was enough to rival the Iron Horde at its peak.
"Warriors of the Horde, charge with me! Crush our enemies! For the Horde! Lok'tar ogar!" Garrosh Hellscream, Warchief of the Horde, raised Blood Roar high and let out a deafening roar before leading the Horde Wolf Riders down the Path of Light and