The ambush on the northern column was where the Horde's warriors showed, for the first time in the campaign, what it looked and sounded like when eight thousand orcs stopped performing discipline and started performing joy.
The Roarers opened at six hundred paces and the warriors behind the Roarer line did not hold the silence that formation engagement required.
They roared.
Not the signal-shout of a warband master giving an order but the sound that orcish warriors made in the old stories that Threian historians had written down from the terrified accounts of the soldiers who had faced orcish warbands before the Lag'ranna campaign, the sound that generations of Threian children had been taught to fear before they were old enough to understand why.
It was the sound of creatures who were bigger and stronger than you and who were not afraid of you and who found the prospect of fighting you genuinely pleasurable.
"Grak'thar!"
"KRAGH!"
"VRAAK!"
