110) "Rex, you haven't disappointed me after all!" The booming voice instantly swept across the entire battlefield, easily drowning out every other sound. Scott's words brimmed with delight, his piercing gaze fixed on Rex atop the Greymane Wall. He continued, "Wash that head of yours clean, Rex, and wait for me to claim it!"
"Let a noble Orc grant you death!"
"Big talk. You, a noble Orc? Just look at that face of yours and all those mismatched parts on your body. A mongrel like you has the nerve to say that?" Rex sneered, his powerful voice once again carrying across the battlefield.
"Not only will I grant you death, I'll slaughter everyone in Gilneas. And I won't stop there. I'll kill every last person connected to you!" Scott gave the reins of his deathcharger a gentle tug, his face murderous, making no attempt to conceal his icy killing intent. The word "mongrel" had struck him right where it hurt. By now, he had become hypersensitive to it. It was his sore spot, and anyone who dared mention it had to brace themselves for his revenge.
"You arrogant fool! Do you really think you can do that?" Dressed in a trim, close-fitting Ranger outfit, Sylvanas could no longer endure Scott's taunts. Proud as she was, she snapped at him in fury.
"High Elves, are you already getting impatient? Don't worry, your turn will come soon. Once I've wiped out Gilneas, it'll be the end of you High Elves. I'll slaughter every last one of you, just as I will in Gilneas."
"And that's not all. I'll turn you into one of them!" Scott slowly raised his weapon, pointing straight at the mindless abominations and ghouls. Then a lecherous gleam appeared in his eyes. "Especially you. I'll have my way with