Warcraft: The Forgotten Battles.
It was a dark night. I hate the cold. I shivered in the trees as hundreds of my brethren, Orcs, milled around and armed themselves. I looked out in the plains, seeking the Undead warriors of the Scourge. An hour later everything was ready. The Night Elf and Human Archers hid in the trees, while me and my regiment and the Tauren prepared for the ground assault. I climbed aboard my massive Wolf quickly and pulled out my axe. Hours passed, with no sign of the living dead. I was just about ready to leave, when a line of blue torches showed up at the top of one of the hills in the distance. "By the gods!" shouted Carine Bloodhoof, the Tauren chieftain. "How many are there?" By now thousands of blue lights covered the hill and was heading our way, and more were still pouring over the hill like a river. Worse then that, more lights started to come from the opposite section of the plains, thousands of them. Then we noticed something strange, the torches were not torches after all, they were the soldier's mouths glowing bright blue. Then the moving stopped. I counted 10,000 of them in all. They were a bone chilling sight to see, they were covered in maggots, torn skin hung like rope down their mangy bodies. The feeling of death and despair spread through the silent forest that our army lied in wait. Then they screamed. A loud wail coming from the banshees tore through the silence, making everybody cover their ears and fall to their knees. Thrall, our leader, stood up in defiance and ordered "Archers! Shut these maggots up for good!" we heard a faint whistle then some thousand lights flickered out. "Charge!" shouted Thrall, and then we rushed head-on into the mass of enemies. I leaped onto one of them; using my weight to bring him down, then I took my axe and cleaved his bleached skull in half. Then I threw my throwing axe at a general and knocked him backwards. It was hours before I actually got tired of hacking and slashing at countless enemies. Then I was knocked upside the head and I saw stars. As I came to consciousness, I heard an Orc shout "they are retreating, cursed worms!" I jumped up and saw 100 Undead left and they were running across the plains at full speed. We jeered at them awhile. Then we had to do the infamous corpse run. As we drank to toast the fallen, Eagle-eye said "we may have won the battle, but we still have not won the war yet." "Aye, we need to be ready for another attack like this." Said Mazaru. I raised my glass to toast him. "Well said, hear him!"