Sylvanas blew her bone whistle.
Moments later, the Rangers who had scattered to hunt down the Orcs swiftly gathered around her.
"Six got away!" the Ranger squad's leader reported.
"Good!" Sylvanas said with a smile. "Tell Shidewa to make the fires burn brighter."
An Owl Ranger acknowledged the order and sent an owl to Shidewa.
A little later, Daelin caught up with them, leading the human heavy infantry.
"They bought it?" Daelin sneered, his greatsword gleaming coldly in the moonlight.
Sylvanas gazed toward the firelight in the Southern Valley. "No, not yet."
In the center of the Orcs' main camp, the Orcs Warlord smashed a wooden table with his fist, sending a pottery wine bowl and greasy splinters flying. Veins bulged like old tree roots along his neck as he roared at the trembling Shaman, "You're telling me not one of the two hundred men we sent out came back?"
The Orc Shaman he held by the collar was deathly pale, his murky eyes filled with terror. Every crystal ball used for divination now seemed shrouded in a thick blood-colored mist. Contact with the outer sentries, the scouts, and even the Warsong Clan Totem used for communication had all been cut off.
"Warlord! The Scout Team to the north... some of them came back!" A Centurion stumbled into the command tent.
"How many came back?" the Orcs Warlord asked urgently.
"S-six came back," the Centurion stammered.
"What?" the Orcs Warlord roared furiously. "Why only six? What about the ones to the south? Did anyone come back?"
"From the south... n-no one," the Centurion said.
"Bring them to me!" the Orcs Warlord ordered angrily.
Shortly afterward, the Orc Centurion brought in six battered Orc soldiers. At their head was the very Orc Deputy Leader Yu Lin Bloodhawk had let go.
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