"Old friend, I'll have to ask you to work hard again today!" Uther stroked his warhorse's long mane and murmured, "May the Holy Light protect us!"
He walked to the horse's side and swung himself into the saddle with practiced ease. There was something else he had left unsaid: I hope this won't be the last time we fight together.
As a veteran of many battlefields, Uther knew full well that something was unusual about the Orcs' movements today. His keen instincts for war told him that this day would be unlike any other.
When Uther reached the front of the formation, the sight confirmed his judgment. The Orcs' deployment made their intentions unmistakable: they meant to fight a decisive battle.
Countless Death Warriors formed ranks at the front under the command of the Death Knights. Mounted on towering Death Warhorses, the Death Knights rode back and forth among them, standing out starkly. Behind these Death Warriors and Death Knights, countless Orc Wolf Riders stood in ordered ranks.
Uther and the other human commanders needed only one glance at the Orcs' formation to know that Doomhammer intended to force a decisive battle today.
Judging by the number of Death Soldiers the Death Knights had summoned, the number of Death Knights taking the field, and the masses of Orc Wolf Riders behind them, most of the Human Soldiers on this battlefield would probably die today. Even the Paladins, renowned for their resilience, would likely be unable to escape that fate.
Banks of churning black clouds began gathering overhead. The Orcs' Death Knights had begun summoning Infernals, while thick fog spread through their army. The Orc Shamans were communing with the elements, creating a fog of war to cover the Orcs Forces' advance.
Uther and the Silver Hand Paladins under his command