Patrick, Illidan, Maiev, Kael'thas, Danath, Kurdran, Tandred, and the other powerful fighters came ashore soon afterward, and the entire army advanced.
The scattered Twilight Cultists, chromatic dragons, and twilight dragons they encountered along the way were no match for the Coalition Forces.
Of all the troops in the combined army, the Gor'dok Ogres had performed the best in this war, something Patrick had never expected.
Patrick was the current Warchief of the Gordok Tribe, and probably the first chief who could give every ogre a full belly at every meal.
The ogres did not really ask for much. They did not mind having such a short chief; at least they no longer had to worry about food.
These tall, fat fellows were naturally suited to battle. This time, however, the ogres were no longer warriors wearing nothing but loincloths. Clad head to toe in enchanted heavy armor, they were top-tier killing machines on the battlefield.
For example, an ogre clad entirely in plate armor with astonishing defensive power, every piece bearing at least two enchantments, could take an incomprehensible amount of punishment. The enchantments provided by the Magisters' Legion also made up for their shortcomings in agility, spellcasting, and other areas.
This... this was actually an ogre mage's loadout, the standard-issue equipment worn by spellcasters.
This mage also held a solid-metal, copper-cored truesilver staff nearly three meters long and as thick as a human calf. Even if a Twilight Cultist got close, a single blow from that staff would kill them instantly.
As for the ogre warriors, the sight was so magnificent that people from the other factions could not bear to look. They wore full suits of magic-resistant mithril plate armor with elemental resistance enchantments, coupled with the ogres' unique height and strength. Had Patrick's orders not kept Observer