After the battle of Coilfang Gorge, the entire Alliance had experienced an overwhelming victory unlike any before. Orista's death sent morale soaring throughout the Alliance Army. After joining forces with the Horde, the army marched toward Mosh'Ogg Hold, intending to eliminate Grolor the Destroyer.
When they reached Mosh'Ogg Hold, the once ubiquitous ogres were nowhere to be seen. In their place was an unbelievable stillness. Alliance commanders and Horde warlords alike grew wary. Something had to be wrong for things to be so unusual. Now, never mind ogres—they could not even find a single bird feather in Mosh'Ogg Hold.
"What's going on here? Where are those ogres?" High Warlord Dathun asked incredulously.
But no one could answer his questions, because none of them knew where the ogres had gone. The hold, which should have been teeming with ogres and murderous hostility, was deserted.
"All the ogres have disappeared? How is that possible? Don't they want Mosh'Ogg Hold anymore?" Mahalba was just as shocked. What was happening had already exceeded their expectations, and he needed to discuss it with the Horde. "Then what do we do now?"
"Come on. We'll go straight to the Altar of Storms and tear down that demon-summoning thing." Dathun swung his battle-axe across himself, intending to head straight for the finale of this campaign.
"Wait." Patrick raised a hand. "Everyone, although Mosh'Ogg Hold is deserted, aren't you worried those ogres might have something up their sleeves?"
"What plan do you have, Regent Cabrolon?" Dathun asked directly, without any hesitation.
"Of course, we tear Mosh'Ogg Hold down. Even if some of them are hiding inside, they'll be buried alive beneath the rubble." Patrick's words were direct, and his purpose was clear. "Have all the spellcasters level Mosh'Ogg Hold. That way, we won't have to worry about anything