At their head, barely visible through the press of battle, the massive form of the Orc Lord carved a bloody swath through the fortress's outer defenses. His war-axe, larger than a grown man, rose and fell with mechanical precision, each blow claiming multiple lives.
Somewhere beyond even the Orc Lord's position, the Lich King orchestrated the assault with cold, calculating intelligence. The ancient undead sorcerer's presence could be felt like a weight upon the soul, his necromantic power giving unlife to every fallen defender and turning them against their former comrades. He was even turning the soldiers into his army.
His earlier brief spar with Morgana seemed like just a probe towards Morgana. It lasted for couple of minutes, neither of them taking any damage and they stopped as soon as Lich returned back to the rare of his legion.
