"Are you saying those elves knew we were coming?" Orgrim Doomhammer raised his head, looked at the Troll leader before him, and asked quietly.
Zul'jin could hear the anger in the Warchief's voice.
"Yes, I'm certain of it!" Zul'jin answered hastily.
Orgrim looked around at the chieftains of the Horde's clans beside him. One after another, they lowered their heads beneath his furious gaze.
They couldn't have sent word. Even if they betrayed the Horde, they couldn't have done it that quickly. Orgrim began to think it over. In other words, someone spotted us during our advance and reported it to those elves?
"It doesn't matter!" The Horde's Warchief raised the Doomhammer in his hand and roared, "Since our surprise attack has failed, we'll break this kingdom head-on!"
"Send word to Kilrogg and Grommash. Once their troops are ready, they need not wait. Move ahead of schedule!" Orgrim began issuing battle orders. "Meanwhile, Rend and Maim, lead the Blackrock Clan and our Forest Troll allies in a frontal assault on the forest ahead!"
"In three hours, I want not a single elf left alive in this vast forest!"
At the Farstriders' Outpost in Deatholme, several Rangers watched the ground ahead nervously.
As black smoke rose and alarms sounded... all the elven Rangers knew that the invaders General Sylvanas had warned them about were about to arrive.
A one-eyed elven Ranger led this band of Farstriders. His name was Lor'themar Thalorian. He had not been with the Farstriders long, but his outstanding combat skills and fearless courage had quickly earned him the recognition of every Farstrider here, and he had become one of their Ranger-Lords.
"Lord Lor'themar!" a Ranger called quietly, pointing toward the dense woods ahead. "Look over there!"
Following the direction the Ranger pointed, Lor'themar immediately knitted his