Anduin Lothar drew a sharp breath as he watched the Orc army swarming toward the city below.
The densely packed Orc army advanced toward the walls of Stormwind City in orderly formations!
The army was a mixture of black and green, black for their armor and green for their skin... From a distance, they looked like a black tide.
The Orc charging at the very front stood over two meters tall and carried a jet-black warhammer.
From his recent dealings with the Orcs, Lothar was no stranger to this Orc:
Blackhand, chieftain of the Blackrock Clan and Warchief of these Orcs who called themselves the "Horde."
They were too far away for Lothar to make out what the Orcs were shouting... But he could vaguely sense their reckless bloodlust and frenzy.
The champions of Stormwind City stood in neat ranks atop the walls, wearing blue tabards... Fortunately, Medivh's timely message had allowed Lothar to establish this reasonably sturdy defensive line on the walls well in advance.
Even now, Lothar had little confidence that they could withstand this Orc assault!
"Catapults!" he ordered quietly.
"Yes, Marshal Lothar!" a young officer shouted.
Ten enormous catapults launched huge stones together... They soon smashed into the Orc lines.
Even from a distance, they could see many Orc warriors crushed to death beneath the stones... Yet this did nothing to slow the Orcs' advance.
Blackhand raised his great hammer and cried, "Lok'tar!"
The Orcs abruptly picked up speed.
"Archers!" Lothar ordered again.
Countless arrows flew toward the Orc positions... Many of the Orcs charging in front were struck by several arrows each.
But they seemed unable to feel pain. These potentially fatal arrows did nothing to halt their advance.
"It's the warlocks' magic!" Lothar frowned.
Without waiting for Lothar's command, the mages of Stormwind City