When the orc troops sent back to reinforce the camp arrived, the entire Orcs Camp was ablaze. Across the raging flames stood the Alliance army, its ranks orderly and bristling with killing intent. From the look of them, they had been waiting a long time.
A formation of human heavy infantry in gleaming silver-white armor formed the main fighting force and the center of the army. Three heavy elven siege ballistas stood before it, each guarded by more than thirty Dire Wolf Rangers and their dire wolf battle pets. On either flank stood two hundred Bloodfang Boar battle pets of the Steel Torrent, while four hundred Elf Rangers formed an archer line behind the heavy infantry.
From the look of the Alliance army, they had been waiting a long time. This was plainly a formation meant for a head-on clash.
Across the raging fire, Yu Lin Bloodhawk held the note Sylvanas had handed him. Its message was simple: the Portal was fully under control.
Tongues of flame licked the faintly bright sky. Waves of heat washed over them, almost hot enough to make their armor burn. The returning orc vanguard had barely emerged from the forest before the sight rooted them to the spot-the entire camp had become an inferno. Burning heaps of supplies and provisions blazed like miniature suns, illuminating the Alliance army across from them. There were no battle cries, no horns sounding a charge, only the crackle of flames and the cold, faint clink of metal.
The silver-white heavy infantry formation stood at the front like an iron wall, every pair of eyes beneath those visors fixed on the orcs. The three heavy elven siege ballistas were already cocked, their long, thick bolts ready and their bow arms gleaming coldly in the firelight. More than thirty Dire