"Send someone over to tell those Death Knights to keep attacking! Tell them that as long as they obey orders, I, Doomhammer, swear that whether the news is true or not, I will not make trouble for them after the battle," Doomhammer told a messenger beside him.
After the messenger left, Doomhammer turned to the commander who had just spoken. "Take a unit of Wolf Riders around behind those Death Knights." His brow tightened. "Those Death Knights are planning to flee."
"Those stupid monsters would actually dare run away?" The Orcs Commander had a truly explosive temper.
"If they dare leave the battlefield without permission, kill them without exception. I'm sending you to make sure you push them into the front lines!" Doomhammer said.
"Warchief, why don't you refute the lies those elves and humans are telling? Are you just going to let them spout nonsense?" After accepting his orders, the Orcs Commander did not leave immediately. Instead, he asked the question in bewilderment.
Doomhammer shook his head. "We've lost the initiative. Even if I said something, it wouldn't change anything. Am I supposed to have every orc warrior trade insults with those humans?
"I'm not worried about the Wolf Riders. They're elite warriors with firm resolve, and their commanders are all excellent. Those commanders will know to tell their Wolf Riders that this is an enemy trick. What worries me is those Death Knights..."
"Warchief, if those dead monsters dare desert us in battle, I promise I'll chop them all into mincemeat." With that, the Orcs Commander urged his mount forward and called a large group of Wolf Riders to follow him toward the Death Knights.
Doomhammer looked up at the Elf Gryphon Riders circling over the battlefield, constantly shouting, "Gul'dan has rebelled! Doomhammer, Tirisfal will be your grave!"