Shadow of Mordor update:
Tonight I set out to kill the Uruk Warchiefs, after having carefully taken out their captains and body guards. I'm on my second warchief kill, and in order to draw him out, I have to make one of his supporters scream, basically taking him hostage and holding him for 2o seconds. The problem? It's in the middle of an orc stronghold, and friggen orcs are EVERYWHERE. And the one I need to make squeal is camped around a campfire with a large group of others. Normally I'd just blow up the campfire, but the supporter has to live to draw out the warchief.
I thin the herd as much as I can by luring away stragglers and taking them out quietly, but eventually I mess up and get spotted. Attempting to kill the orc running to ignite the braziers to call reinforcements alerts another group, and before long the alarm is sounded and the entire stronghold is upon me.
Seeing no other choice, I throw the warchief supporter over a cliff and hop down to take hold of him, using him as a human (orcish?) shield as I drag him backwards away from the rampaging horde. My only hope is that I can hold out for 20 seconds before the attacking orcs kill him trying to get to me.
20 seconds later, my plan has worked, and the warchief appears. He's a huge hulking brute of an Uruk, clad head to toe in heavy armor, wielding a massive polearm. But two more captains (who I knew nothing about, I hadn't uncovered information about them yet) were also in the stronghold, and they've been drawn by the alarms, so now I'm fighting off the warchief, two captains, and about a hundred pissed off orcs. Orcs as far as the eye can see, this isn't looking good.
I try to make a go at it, using all the tricks I have, rapid firing bowshots into orc heads to pick them off before sparring in the crowd in melee. But there's just too many of them, I can hold them all off, and a few times I fall, only to barely manage to recover and get back up. Realizing I stand no chance in the middle of this melee, I start to run, springing over one of the captains to begin to beat feet, all the while they're chasing me. I try to draw them into narrow parts, slow them down, and lead them around barrels of grog so that I can spin around and shoot them with a flaming arrow, exploding them and taking out another big group. Eventually one of these explosions knocks them back enough for me to slip around a corner and lose them, quickly climbing a tower to get the high ground, bravely hiding like a scared child as they start to spread out and look for me.
Spotting an opportunity, I find a caged caragor, and make my way to the beast, letting it out and jumping on its back, taking control of its mind and making it my mount. I charge back into the fray on the back of my new mount, discovering thankfully that the two extra captains have a fear of caragors, causing them to run away and leave the fight. With mounted combat giving me the advantage, I'm able to charge the warchief over a cliff, taking him out one on one as the horde scrambles down to join, and just manage to kill him as they arrive. The death of their warchief sends the orcs scattering, and in the commotion I'm able to get out, victorious in my mission.
