"Nine!" Sylvanas's Frostwolf Bodyguard shouted.
The Orc Wolf Riders had yet to respond.
"Eight!" the Frostwolf Ranger Bodyguard shouted again.
Every Orc Wolf Rider turned to look at the Orcs Vanguard Commander.
"Seven!" the Frostwolf Ranger Bodyguard shouted again.
The Orcs Vanguard Commander remained silent, a fierce struggle raging within him.
"Six!" the Frostwolf Ranger Bodyguard called out.
Under the eyes of countless High Elves and Orc Wolf Riders, the Orcs Vanguard Commander pulled off his helmet and threw it to the ground.
"Five!" the Frostwolf Ranger Bodyguard spread her fingers again.
The Orcs Vanguard Commander raised his weapon and ran toward Sylvanas, attacking alone.
"Four!" Unaffected, the Frostwolf Ranger Bodyguard continued her mechanical countdown.
Sylvanas, who had remained motionless until then, coldly raised her bow and nocked an arrow. In an instant, she loosed an ordinary shot. The arrow pierced the Orcs Vanguard Commander between the brows and passed through the back of his head, its bloodied tip exposed amid red and white gore.
Charging into battle alone, the Orcs Vanguard Commander had not even tried to block it.
Yes! He had been seeking death! He did not know what choice he should make for his subordinates. On one side lay certain death, on the other, hope of survival; on one side, an honorable death in battle, on the other, captivity at the enemy's hands.
So many of his men were looking at him with hope, yet he could not make this choice between life and death for them. All he could do was end his hold over their decision through his own death, leaving his subordinates, his brothers, to choose their own path toward life or death.
The Orcs Vanguard Commander wanted his men to live, but he did not want them to suffer the disgrace of becoming