On a hillside five hundred meters north of the Alliance camp, Nathanos surveyed the situation from above. Beneath a tree behind him lay an unconscious girl—Kasha. Nathanos had deliberately brought her with him when he left the camp. At first, Kasha had refused, but Nathanos had not wasted words; he simply knocked her out and took her away.
Below, Lothar and the others rushed out of their tents completely unprepared. They had only grabbed their weapons and wore no armor. Surrounded by enemies, Nathanos finally understood what Orcs were: green-skinned, powerfully built creatures, with a single Orc capable of facing three humans at once. Yet one Orc in particular caught Nathanos's attention. He and his dire wolf rampaged through the crowd. Clearly, he was the commander, but Nathanos knew he was not Orgrim.
"Many people will die today," the black-haired young man murmured. "The Horde is even more terrifying than I imagined. No—their Great Chief is what is truly terrifying. He first used the sea mist to slip past Kul Tiras's blockade. When the fog lifted and the weather cleared, he launched the attack at precisely the right time: during the Alliance's morning meal. The cooking smoke exposed the location of the Alliance's main camp. Though the Alliance has the advantage in numbers, most of them are recruits, and they are fighting on empty stomachs. Orgrim calculated every moment when the Alliance would be at its weakest. And the real killing blow is still to come..." Nathanos spoke to himself as the chaos in the distance foretold the Alliance's inevitable defeat. He spotted Alleria among the crowd, fighting two Orcs.
A Ranger's close-combat ability cannot compare to a warrior's. Gudul's words had proven true. Fortunately, Alleria was the Ranger-General, and dealing with these Orcs was not difficult for her. Her