"Warchief, all front-line camps are under attack, the Alliance infantry has launched a full-scale offensive."
"Warchief, the king's banner of Lordaeron has been spotted amongst the incoming Alliance Knights."
"Warchief, there is a large number of Paladins in the enemy's ranks, and our warriors simply cannot stand against them."
What! So that's how it is... Hearing the messenger's series of reports, Orgrim instantly realized—this was all planned. The so-called King of Lordaeron's forces was merely bait, aimed to lure out the Horde's mobile troops. Now with Saurfang tens of miles away, it would take at least an hour for him to return with reinforcements. By then, the battle might already be over.
"Those damned fools, how preposterous! How preposterous!"
Orgrim cursed the messenger, unsure whether those few small clan chieftains who provided the intelligence were bought off or deceived. But in his heart, these men were already sentenced to death.
