"How did it go? Did you catch the Horde's Warchief?" Reginald Windsor hurriedly asked as he watched the dejected mage approach slowly.
"We were tricked!" Khadgar shook his head and answered, "The Horde's Warchief left long ago... with the artifacts he obtained from Azeroth, and I don't even know where he went!"
Reginald frowned. After a moment, he offered some comfort. "Whatever the case, we've wiped out most of the orcs' main force... the Horde's army has completely collapsed. That's good news for us!"
"Reginald is right!" Danath Trollbane appeared before Khadgar as well. "Yes, they can no longer muster another army!"
Khadgar glanced at him. The young Alliance commander's armor was dented in several places, and there were wounds on his arms, legs, and face, but judging by the way he reined in his horse and leaped down, he was in reasonably good shape.
"We have to pursue them!" Khadgar said gravely. "We can't let their plot succeed!"
Both Reginald and Danath nodded in agreement.
"But we don't know which direction the Horde fled in..." Danath said, sounding troubled.
"It actually isn't hard to work out..." Khadgar lowered his head.
"First, the black dragons headed north... I don't think the orcs would be with them! Even if they are, Karin, Kurdran, and the others can stop them!"
"Second, farther west lies an extremely dangerous swamp. The orcs probably wouldn't flee that way either. It's a dead end!"
"So... they could only have fled south!"
A light gleamed in Khadgar's eyes.
"We can catch up with them!"
"Have the gryphons scout!" Danath suggested. "Once you spot them, attack immediately-kill them, or at least slow them down, then come back and report to me or Reginald. We'll follow close behind with the ground troops."
Although Kurdran Wildhammer and the Khardros had