Clad in Orange Tabards, the vast army of Alterac advanced swiftly into the snowy mountains.
"Forward, soldiers of Alterac!" General Merrick Hass rode his warhorse at the head of the column.
He brandished his sword, with thousands of Alterac's brave soldiers close behind.
As they followed the hunting trail, the farther this Lieutenant General of Alterac went, the more uneasy he grew.
He had already seen the bodies of several nobles along the way, all covered in wounds, their deaths gruesome... some were even familiar faces!
"Orcs, General!" a soldier shouted toward the front. "Look, there are orcs ahead!"
General Hass knitted his brows. He finally saw those loathsome green-skinned monsters, along with their companions, a pack of frost wolves. They had actually tamed the frost wolves of the Alterac Mountains.
"Charge!" Disgust flashed in Hass's eyes as he shouted without hesitation.
With that, he raised his riding crop.
His charge was swift, catching the orcs off guard...
His sharp sword thrust forward, piercing straight through the chest of the foremost orc... it sank through green skin, but an orc's blood, it turned out, was red too.
The cavalry behind him had caught up as well... the remaining orcs exchanged glances, then fled in panic.
"After them!" General Hass roared. "Kill them all!"
For the first time in many years, the general, now past middle age, felt such burning fury... for he had witnessed an utterly wretched sight: the bodies of countless women and servants who had accompanied the hunt lay strewn before him. There was no doubt the orcs had done this.
General Hass also saw Lady Janice's familiar face. She lay slumped in a conspicuous spot, a great wound torn across her body.
The blood instantly ignited the soldiers of Alterac's fury as well...
To every soldier, such