As it turned out, the Orcs Warlord had shown considerable foresight by not leading his troops in pursuit.
The enemy who had retreated after a great battle in Draenor now fought fiercely against the defenders of the Blasted Lands.
After so many successive battles, they looked to be on their last legs.
Yet the defenders of the Blasted Lands still came off worse when they moved to intercept them!
The defenders had mobilized large numbers of troops to encircle and destroy them.
Even so, those dozens of flame monsters inflicted heavy casualties on the defenders.
Their final self-destruction attacks left even the Orcs trembling with fear.
One enormous ball of fire after another rose into the air.
Each also meant that hundreds of Orcs Infantry had been blown to death.
The most powerful explosion took more than a thousand Orcs Infantry with it.
Countless more Orcs Infantry were wounded!
Even two hundred meters away, they could still feel the searing heat.
Yet amid the billowing flames, the enemy carrying a scythe strolled out leisurely.
Along the way, the gravely wounded Orcs Infantry stopped struggling and wailing, one after another.
When their allies came to rescue them, they found that they had already lost all signs of life.
It was as though that enemy had reaped their souls.
For all their burly builds and seemingly fearless appearance, the Orcs were not quite what they seemed.
They were actually a very superstitious race.
Seeing the bizarre way their allies had died, they recalled the tales of ghosts from Karazhan claiming lives.
Ghosts were coming out to claim lives even in broad daylight. That was simply too terrifying!
Looking at the darkness-shrouded sky to the west, they suddenly felt chills running down their backs.
The latest version of the Ghost Knight legend had