It was a fierce battle.
A company of human militia held fast at Eastvale Keep.
Relying on the keep's defensible terrain and its two tall arrow towers... they held back the Orc army for an entire day and night.
Only when Orgrim Doomhammer, Warchief of the Horde, appeared on the front line with his Personal Guard did the Horde finally raze the keep.
Three brave militiamen died on the arrow tower to the left... their bodies had all been pierced by the Orc bowmen's powerful bows, but even in their final moments, they still gripped the tower's crossbows tightly.
"Bury them. They were warriors worthy of respect!" Orgrim shook his head and gave the order quietly.
The information Garona had provided was not wrong. There were indeed problems within the human ranks... the Orc offensive had swept forward almost unchecked, encountering only some resistance from militia or small numbers of the Garrison.
They were already close to the human capital called "Stormwind City." Perhaps before long, the Horde's banner would fly atop the city's towers.
But Orgrim did not relax. Having fought there before, he knew very well how sturdy the city's walls were and how extensive its defenses were, especially now that the Horde lacked warlocks.
It might well be a brutal siege.
"Warchief, I captured a fleeing member of the Shadow Council!" A scout from the Dragonmaw Clan wore a look of excitement.
He brought over a tightly bound two-headed ogre.
"Don't kill me, don't kill me!" the ogre's left head shouted.
"No, you can't kill me! I'm still of value to the Horde!" Not to be outdone, the right head shouted as well.
"Cho'gall!" Orgrim coldly spoke the ogre warlock's name... he was no stranger to this two-headed ogre warlock. Cho'gall came from the Twilight's Hammer