He had thought there was still a considerable gap between Orgrim Doomhammer and renowned warriors like Grommash Hellscream and Varok Saurfang, and that defending with an Arcane Shield, reinforced by spatial restrictions laid down with his Spiritual Power, should have been more than enough to counter Doomhammer.
But who could have expected this result? That powerful attack had struck the spatial restrictions inside the shield directly, nearly breaking through Patrick's own mental barrier. How could such consequences not put Patrick on full alert?
He recalled the enormous Doomhammer, covered in a red glow of rage-the direct manifestation of a warrior's strength, rage. Had Ellen not warned him, Patrick might have been injured in the first exchange. Although he would not have taken a direct hit, the Spiritual Power defenses surrounding him had already been destroyed. The defeat of their lord would only lead to the rout of his troops, and once word spread, Patrick would find it hard to hold his head high in Quel'Thalas again.
I can't underestimate him, Patrick thought. Things had gone smoothly for so long that his view of the battlefield had become too idealized. Recalling that spark-laden blow just now, Patrick had to take this newly risen Warchief of the Horde seriously.
None of the prominent figures with biographies in Warcraft could be underestimated. For him to have left his own mark among all the heroes of World of Warcraft, he absolutely had to possess something exceptional.
Seeing that Patrick had blinked into the distance, Orgrim felt somewhat disdainful. He had thought his blow had landed, only to find it blocked by an invisible shield in the air, while his enemy had instantly moved to his flank.
"Kagh?" Orgrim replied in standard Orcish, his meaning distinctly mocking.
Without the slightest hesitation, Orgrim gave his enemy