Chapter 707: Arugal, dead before his campaign began-shock.
Yes, shock.
Watching the Worgen dispatch the Ogre with such ease, everyone in the Syndicate was astonished, even incredulous. That was an Ogre, after all.
An enemy they had always feared.
Ever since the Ogres of Crushridge had driven the Syndicate out of Alterac's capital and devastated their forces, they had dreamed constantly of one day taking the city back.
That thought had lingered in their minds for years, but they had never acted on it. They knew the Ogres were far too powerful. Forget fighting opponents of the same rank-the Ogres had always been able to defeat enemies above their own rank. A Sixth Tier Ogre could beat one of their Seventh Tier fighters. So, for all their bluster, they had ultimately swallowed their anger.
Yes, they had endured the Ogres' occupation of Alterac's capital.
Now, they finally saw hope of turning things around, and every one of them looked at Duke Falconcrest with burning eyes.
They had just witnessed the Worgen's abilities. Even such a powerful Ogre had failed to last three exchanges against it. Those sharp claws had pierced the Ogre's chest, drawing blood and tearing away flesh. Far from frightening them, the sight had stirred them into a frenzy.
And it was not just these Syndicate members. Duke Falconcrest felt the same way.
Many years had passed since the Kingdom of Alterac's fall, and Duke Falconcrest himself had gone from a man in his prime to an old man.
His strength declined year after year. Though Duke Falconcrest did not want to admit it, there was one fact he could not deny: he was steadily growing weaker.
For now, he could still keep these people in line, but Duke Falconcrest had no idea how many more years that