Orgrim Doomhammer gazed out at the towering human city walls.
And at the densely packed human soldiers atop them, along with all manner of defensive devices.
"Such sturdy walls. Who knows how many Horde warriors will die beneath them!" Orgrim murmured to himself.
"Warchief, the warriors of our Warsong Clan volunteer to lead the assault!" Grommash Hellscream, chieftain of the Warsong Clan, approached Orgrim with a massive axe in hand and shouted.
"Excellent!" Orgrim nodded in satisfaction. "May the ancestors guide you, Grommash!"
Yet by the time Grommash received his orders, he had already charged out.
"Sons of the Warsong Clan, charge with me!"
He charged at the very front of the ranks, holding his massive axe in one hand and the Horde's banner in the other.
A vast black tide surged toward the walls of Stormwind City.
The roars of orcs and the howls of wolves rang across the entire battlefield.
The Shadow Council was gone, and this time the Horde did not have the aid of so many warlocks!
But they had more warriors, and braver ones!
Hellscream's Warsong Clan... had displayed unparalleled valor and prowess in every epic battle, in those hymns of blood and death, making it one of Draenor's distinguished clans.
But the humans were not about to surrender without a fight...
Their crossbow bolts, their cannons, and their magic... poured into the Horde's positions in a seemingly endless barrage.
Almost every second, dozens of Horde warriors fell beneath the walls!
"Blackrock, Thunderlord Clan, Dragonmaw Clan, Bloodcave!" Orgrim commanded loudly. "All of you, get up there and support Grommash!"
More clans joined the assault, but they could only fall one after another before those towering walls...
"This isn't working, Warchief!" Eitrigg said gravely beside Orgrim... Eitrigg was not an orc renowned for his strength,