"For Quel'Thalas!" Every High Elf, officer or soldier, Ranger or Mage, shouted with fervor. In an instant, their momentum surged like an unstoppable tide, their morale recovering and soaring even higher than before.
But Grommash Hellscream had already moved again, swift as a phantom.
This time, Grommash Hellscream became a distorted streak of blood. Charge-a Warrior's most basic skill, yet also one of the most useful! As long as the target stood between five and twenty yards away, it could ignore the slowing effects of any magic or poison and deliver an almost instantaneous impact. Now his battle-axe no longer maintained a tight defense. Instead, it swung in wild, sweeping chops.
As the spearhead of a cavalry charge nearly a thousand strong, Grommash Hellscream was too far from the Steel Torrent Force on the elves' flanks to reach them with a Warrior's Charge. He could not even charge the relatively thin junctions between the Elf Forces' center and their wings. His only possible targets were the War Bears in the High Elves' center, standing like steel monsters across the front of every High Elf Ranger and Mage.
Grommash Hellscream had few opportunities left. This might be his last. He had to dispose of those troublesome beasts as quickly as possible before he could carve a bloody path into the High Elves and begin his slaughter!
This was a Warrior's desperate death charge, a charge with almost no hope of survival! It might also be the last charge of Grommash Hellscream's life, but... he would not regret it! He was a great Warrior, and a Warrior's dignity would not allow him to turn his back on the enemy. To die in battle was a Warrior's fate! Besides, this was the Orcs' only hope of snatching victory from defeat and escaping certain