An opportunity! Perhaps! But it was only an opportunity in Grommash Hellscream's eyes. Koldiras had not dared march over so brazenly just to hand him an opening.
If he dared come this way, he was not afraid of facing Grommash Hellscream head-on. It was not as though they had never fought before. Had his side suffered any losses in their previous battles? Granted, he had defended while Grommash Hellscream attacked, enjoying every advantage the terrain and traps offered, but he believed that even without those advantages, he had nothing to fear from these thousand Wolf Riders. The only reason he had not taken the initiative before was to avoid unnecessary losses on his own side.
Koldiras acknowledged that Grommash Hellscream was strong-so strong that even Koldiras believed he could not defeat him. But however strong Grommash Hellscream was, he was still just one man, with only a thousand exhausted soldiers behind him. And what did Koldiras have? An elite Mage Corps, a Bear Iron Fist unit, and a Steel Torrent unit. He had no qualms about a head-on clash.
"Woooo! Woooo! Woooo!" Long battle-horn blasts soon rang through the Orc camp, calling the troops to muster for battle.
Despite their exhaustion, the Orcs quickly mounted up and formed ranks. They were elite warriors, after all. They assembled in a triangular formation, a standard offensive charge formation with Grommash Hellscream at its tip.
Once in formation, the Orcs made no further movements. What they needed most now was to conserve their strength. After days and nights without adequate sleep, every Orc warrior's weary, dark-ringed eyes were thick with red veins. Without a closer look, one might have thought they had all caught pinkeye. It was a frightening sight.
Normally, once troops formed ranks, they would advance a little unless they had