This was a massacre!
Countless orcs fell beneath those walls.
Those terrifying bombs were like reapers from hell, harvesting everything on the battlefield... every fragment of shrapnel could claim an orc's life.
Hakkarim Deadeye stood there in a daze, watching the surviving Horde warriors being slaughtered one after another... had a retainer not pulled him away in time, the Alliance air force would likely have left him there for good as well.
Grommash Hellscream was severely wounded by the blasts, and his Warsong Clan suffered even heavier casualties.
The Warsong Clan was the last elite force the Horde had left!
The remains of over ten thousand orcs were left on that land... the remaining orcs fled in panic!
They fled toward the Dark Portal.
Beside the Dark Portal.
"What happened?" Ner'zhul roared as he looked at the soldiers of the various clans fleeing back in panic.
His trusted ogre, Dentha, rushed over and grabbed an orc by the neck.
"What exactly happened?" Dentha roared. "Why did you flee back like this... where's Hakarin? Where's Grommash?"
"Those monsters in the sky..."
"They attacked us..."
"Dead... everyone's dead..."
The orc in Dentha's grasp let out heart-rending screams, as though he had seen some terrifying being.
Ner'zhul's heart sank... and he still had no idea what had happened on the front lines at Nethergarde Keep.
But soon, he spotted a familiar figure among the fleeing orcs.
"Hakarin!" He strode over and demanded, "What exactly happened?"
"Warchief..." Hakkarim Deadeye said with a bitter smile. "The Alliance's aerial reinforcements arrived... we were defeated!"
"Why?"
"Why did the Alliance's reinforcements arrive so quickly?"
Ner'zhul seemed to sink into utter dejection, muttering hysterically to himself.
They had lost...
According to the original plan, they would hold the Alliance in the Blasted Lands, while Gul'dan and his