Orc corpses piled up like mountains before Thoradin's Wall, one after another.
Trampling and climbing over the bodies of their kin, the Bleeding Hollow Clan's orc warriors finally surged onto the towering wall that reeked of death and secured a small breach atop it.
But the Alliance guards from Stromgarde and the Stormpike Clan swarmed forward like a tide, driving the green-skinned orcs back off the wall.
The breach grew smaller and smaller...
Until only one last orc remained on the wall.
The lone orc glanced behind him. No warriors of the Horde could follow him up anymore...
Some had perished beneath the wall, while others struggled to hold off the Alliance Main Force in the rear... They could no longer spare even a single squad of reserves.
"Wait!" Thoradin Trollbane waved for the soldiers to stop.
Clearly, this orc's attire looked out of the ordinary. He was likely a leader of some standing, and capturing him alive would be more valuable to the Alliance. Thoradin drew his sword and approached the orc.
"My name is Kilrogg Deadeye," the orc roared proudly in heavily accented Common.
At the same time, he raised a huge battle-axe and faced the king of Stromgarde at the front. "I am chieftain of the Bleeding Hollow Clan. I have killed countless humans. Which of you wishes to be next?"
Thoradin studied his new opponent. The orc's graying hair and wrinkle-covered face indicated that he was far from young... Yet his powerful muscles, so at odds with his age, and his practiced grip on his weapon all revealed a warrior's pride.
"Very well!" Thoradin raised his own sword and shouted, "I am Thoradin Trollbane, king of Stromgarde. I have killed countless orcs, and you will certainly not be the last!"
As soon as the words left