Elites were elites. These Orc Wolf Riders were elite troops, but weren't the Windrunner Frostwolf Rangers elites in their own army as well? Moreover, all ten of these High Elf Frostwolf Rangers were High Rangers. They were the elite of the elite.
The Mountain Lion Nightstalker Deputy Leader turned her gaze toward the seven Orc Wolf Riders lying on the ground.
Those seven Orc Wolf Riders had charged too recklessly. The seven Nightstalkers had used their Net-Catching Technique to snare all seven of them in an instant, mounts and all.
The Orc Wolf Riders all wore plate armor, but their mounts weren't so fortunate. The sharp barbs on those tough nets had torn into the mounts, leaving them covered in bloody wounds and howling without pause.
The Orc Wolf Riders trapped in the nets weren't faring well either. Although they wore full plate armor, they had been caught along with their mounts at the height of their charge. Wrapped into tangled bundles with their enormous mounts, they had tumbled to the ground and suffered considerable injuries.
At least two of the seven Orc Wolf Riders had already died from the fall. The survivors weren't much better off, groaning beneath the enormous bodies of their own mounts.
"Despicable High Elves!" Suddenly, the Mountain Lion Nightstalker Deputy Leader heard a voice from among the Orcs, speaking Azeroth's Common in an awkward and decidedly weak manner.
The Mountain Lion Nightstalker Deputy Leader looked over.
She recognized this Orc. He was the leader of this Orc Wolf Rider Pathfinder Squad, and now his own Brown Worg had pinned him down so completely that only his head remained visible.
Perhaps because of the Worg's enormous size and weight, the Orc Wolf Rider Pathfinder Squad's Squad Leader was struggling to breathe. Or rather, he was gasping