As he watched the Alliance army pour out of the castle, Orgrim Doomhammer's expression gradually grew grave.
Judging by the situation on the battlefield, he might suffer his first defeat since taking command of the Horde...
"Where are Zuluhed's red dragons?" Orgrim asked loudly. "Why haven't they joined the battle yet?"
The adjutants beside him exchanged glances, none knowing how to answer... They all knew Doomhammer considered those red dragons his trump card, and this battle at Stromgarde should have been the moment he played it.
"There seems to have been a problem on the way!" Eitrigg came over and explained, "I just received word that they'll arrive in ten minutes."
Orgrim nodded, then shook his head. "Tell them not to join the battle. Return to Grim Batol for now."
"Warchief..." Several adjutants hurriedly gathered around him.
"Even if the red dragons join the battle now, they can only turn the tide at best, not teach these humans a lesson they'll never forget!" Orgrim said calmly, without any sign of anger on his face. "These humans will be at their most helpless the first time they face enemies in the air. We must make the most of that!"
"I'll notify Zaela and the others right away..." Eitrigg nodded.
"Good!" Orgrim turned his gaze back toward the bitterly contested battlefield ahead. "Have the Horde's warriors retreat for now. We'll withdraw to Refuge Pointe and leave this mountaintop castle to these humans!"
"Understood!"
The defeat at Stromgarde dealt a slight blow to the Horde's morale.
Ever since taking Stormwind City, the Horde had won almost every battle it fought. Whether dwarves, gnomes, or humans, they had struggled to hold the Horde off for even a few days...
But now, the myth of their invincibility had been shattered.
Many of the Horde's