Move the camp immediately!!!!

You rush back to your camp from the Horde, but you can hear your troops leaving the camp about three-fourths of the way. Luckily for you, once you get there, the elves have already packed everything up, anticipating trouble.

As you approach the camp, one of your captains rushes to you and asks, "What news, my lord?!"

You guide him toward the camp and reply, "We need to move and set this area up as an ambush... RIGHT NOW!"

"Yes, sir!" The captain replies, and with that, the elves scatter in preparation.

You grab one of the wood elves and order him, "You! Take the girls and go two miles back on the road. If you hear us sound retreat, then return to the capital... if you only hear theirs, bring them back at once... understand?!"

"Yes sir!" he quickly replies, gathering up Rachael, Margaret, and Elizabeth before guiding them away.

Luckily for you, in their arrogance and haste, the Horde only sends 300 hundred troops, and it takes them a while to make it through the woods with the large orcs in the lead. The ambush was set by the time they reached the woodline around your camp.

You hear one of your two mages call in a storm while the other prepares to cast tree-moving spells. The ambush is kicked off with an intense flash of lightning, and you hear several loud roars of pain as it burns several of the orcs in the lead.

Meanwhile, you signal the wood elf to Loose their arrows and rain in on the back of the Horde's formation, killing the orcs that were lagging before setting a pitch channel behind them on fire... blocking the enemy's escape.

At the second flash of lighting, you see the remaining soldiers begin to panic. Several of them scatter as they see ten large orcs consumed by a lightning strike. You smile, your strategy coming together, so you quickly launch another volley of arrows toward the front of their line. When the light from the middle dies down, you have your mage collapse a tree down the middle, crushing twenty more.

On the next lightning strike, you order the archers to fire more arrows on their flank, forcing them to bunch up to avoid the murderous arrow fire. After the light fades, you send your high elves running in atop the collapsed tree, massacring a good forty before they run out.

Your gaze wanders to their left flank; a large Orc adorned with human and elven skulls leads a good fifty troops on the opposite flank, his large hammer smashing through your line of elven troops.

You quickly order your archers to concentrate your fire on his troops while another three cycles of high elves and three fallen trees on the opposite flank wipe out the survivors.

You draw your sword as the enemy approaches, leading your reserves against the giant orc's troops. You quickly slay several of his company before you engage the large orc; dodging his hammer, you move forward, slashing his thigh. He falls to the ground before you finish him, the cries of the enemy soldiers silenced, with several prisoners being taken away. You bask in victory, with hundreds of enemies dead, losing only a few of your own.

You sound the victory horn in triumph, and as instructed, the Elf brings your three women back. Elizabeth runs to you, hugging you on sight, but you tell her this is no place for that...