"For the Horde!"
Grommash Hellscream charged out of the Dark Portal with a furious roar.
Swinging his weapon with all his might, he reaped the lives of human soldiers one after another beneath Gorehowl's keen edge.
A strange emotion ruled Grommash's mind, a very comfortable feeling...
He seemed utterly governed by bloodlust, hacking madly at everything around him, aware only of the blood splashing beside him, the stench of the dead, and the agonized screams of the wounded and dying.
Slaughtering madly without having to care about anything else, or feel any guilt-what a perfect feeling it was!
Beneath Gorehowl, those pitiful humans fell one after another. Their fear and howls were so intoxicating.
Human soldiers' bodies littered the ground, and the remaining humans began to retreat... They had won!
Though they had paid a considerable price, the Dark Portal was now under their control.
"Pursue them!" Still swinging his battle-axe, he watched the human soldiers flee in panic and ordered again, "Don't let a single one escape!"
The warriors of the Warsong Clan had already followed Grommash's lead. The soldiers of the other Orcs clans hesitated for a moment, then followed as well.
Only a small number of orcs stayed behind to guard the Dark Portal.
More and more Orcs clans began passing through the Dark Portal.
Among them were the figures of several Death Knights.
"Victory looked effortless!" Jazba Soulrender sneered as he surveyed the bodies strewn across the ground.
"No..." Gul'dan shook his head. "They were merely some Garrison troops, and even swallowing them up cost the Horde considerable effort... Once the Alliance's main army arrives, our defeat will be inevitable!"
Jazba frowned, but he agreed with Gul'dan.
"What about the other clans still in this world?" he asked.
"Ner'zhul and his Shamans are contacting them