Ever since those monsters had joined his vanguard, the Death Knights had never split up. The dozen or so of them always liked to form their own conspicuous little clique, roaming apart from his Vanguard.
Most of the time, they either moved ahead of the column, marched along its flanks, or simply lagged behind, always making a point of going their own way.
The Orcs Vanguard Commander was deeply dissatisfied with this, but there was little he could do. Ever since these monsters had arrived, they had indeed solved quite a few problems for his vanguard.
With the help of the demons these monsters summoned, the treacherous traps laid by those cowardly high elves instantly became laughable rather than troublesome.
Being able to easily dismantle the traps the high elves had left behind had considerably increased his Vanguard's marching speed. As a result, the Orcs Vanguard Commander stopped caring quite so much about these monsters' reluctance to follow his orders.
Let them disobey, then! Ever since Chief Doomhammer replaced Gul'dan as Warchief, these monsters had paid lip service even to the new Warchief Doomhammer's orders while defying them in practice. What could a lowly corps vanguard commander like me expect? Today was another example: the monsters had gathered together again, all walking at the rear of the column.
The sound of wings beating the air rang out, and the Orcs Vanguard Commander looked up into the distance ahead.
A black owl took flight from the crown of a distant tree. Its wingbeats sent the leaves rustling before it flew away into the distance.
The Orcs Vanguard Commander knew that black owl had to be a pet of those cowardly high elves. He had lost count of how many owls he had seen along the way.
He knew that whenever an