Was it a warning from the first orc scout who fell under a sneak attack?
Or the first Alliance assassin to step into the orc camp?
In short, just like a ball of fire thrown into dry firewood, unexpectedly and reasonably, the encounter evolved into a small-scale confrontation. The confrontation brought about uncontrollable fighting and mutual reinforcements until the end.
, the two beasts were waiting for their opponents to reveal their flaws, and under the teasing of blood, they showed their fangs almost at the same time.
"Boom boom boom"
The artillery on the Alliance side roared. These siege weapons jointly made by dwarves and gnomes were placed on the hilly slopes. There were also some naval guns moved from the retreating warships. Every salvo fired would bring out scorching heat.
The shells were like death screams falling from the sky, hitting the dense formation of the orcs, bouncing on the ground and tearing apart the bodies of a few unlucky ones, and finally there was a devastating explosion of gunpowder.
"boom"
In the midday sun, fragments of steel flew everywhere, tearing the enemy and the unlucky ones into pieces.
On the other side, the orc warriors endured this horrific attack. The damage from their ballistae was not as terrifying as the artillery, and as soon as the ballista position showed up, it would be destroyed by bombs dropped by the gryphon knights flying in the sky.
But they did not fall into panic. These warriors, who were never afraid of death, poured the anger brought by the humiliation of thunder into their bodies, and in a more crazy posture, in face-to-face melee combat, they used the weapons in their hands to
Slaughter these weak humans in front of you.
"Report! Durnholde Castle troops suffered too many casualties and have withdrawn from the front."
"The Gilnean Brigade is destroyed!"
"Artillery Position No. 3 was destroyed!"
Only 10 minutes into the war, the Alliance was forced to withdraw from the battlefield, reaching 5 troops, and 3 troops were completely destroyed. The front line was pushed wildly by the orcs. In the face-to-face confrontation, the shield wall composed of human soldiers could not stop them at all.
Can't stand the ravages of orcs.
"It's all bad news! Damn bad news!"
Marshal Lothar was riding on his horse. He stood on the hills of the rear front, holding a telescope in his hand and observing the battlefield carefully. From his position, he could clearly see that the originally neat human front line had now become
With the exception of the bravest Arathi warriors who fought to the death, the troops from the Kingdom of Gilneas on the flanks had retreated nearly 1 kilometer.
Almost defeated!
The "Defender" Alterac Kingdom's troops were wiped out early.
To make matters worse, the orc commanders seized on the weakness of the human frontal battlefield and pushed forward crazily like sharp knives cutting flesh. Even if they were led into the valley and encountered heavy artillery shelling from both sides, they still did not stop.
Collapse.
The screams of killing were loud on the battlefield, and the pungent smell of blood made everyone who entered the flesh and blood mill feel dizzy. They lost their own judgment and could only instinctively rush forward with their companions, desperately chopping off the opponent's
Head, or beheaded by your opponent.
The crazy will of the orcs to fight shocked Marshal Lothar and other generals who had been fighting for a lifetime.
"In frontal combat, the individual quality of humans and orcs is so different that the infantry can't stop them at all..."
King Dailin stood next to Marshal Lothar. He put down the telescope in his hand, put his fingers on the hilt of his sword, and said softly:
"Marshal, it's time to dispatch the knights!"
"Wait a moment!"
Every piece of bad news coming from the front makes the old marshal's fingers tighten. He is a general who cherishes the lives of his soldiers. It is for this reason that he can be unanimously recognized by the alliance soldiers. But as a soldier, he also longs for victory.
, even if the victory is based on the total destruction of the infantry troops.
"The orcs on the left wing charged too hard..."
Three minutes later, a trace of killing intent flashed in the old marshal's eyes: "Let us teach Orgrim what division and annihilation mean!"
"Knights of Stormwind!"
"Knights of Kul Tiras!"
Lothar's command sounded at this moment: "I order you to rush into the battlefield from the left wing and cut the orc vanguard on the left wing from their rear legions!"
"As you command!"
"As you command!"
King Daelin of Kul Tiras, as well as the royal nobles of Stormwind City and the knight leader Duke Bolvar Fordragon immediately got on their horses and rushed into their respective knights. However, before Marshal Lothar's order was finished, it was like
The sharp blade waiting for the opportunity to unsheath, this blow must make the opponent bleed!
"Royal Knights of Lordaeron! Prepare to charge head-on into the cut orc army...this time, cut off Orgrim's arm!"
"As you command!"
Paladin Uther, the leader of the Royal Knights of Lordaeron, shouted, turned around and rushed into his heavily armored knights.
A moment later, amidst the cheers of the human infantry, the two knights who made the earth tremble rushed into the battlefield on the left wing of the orc army from the left wing like two sharp knives with unshakable momentum.
After breaking away from the orcs' formation, the surrounding human infantry swarmed forward and blocked the orcs' fierce attack with their shields.
Regardless of casualties and bloody resistance, the orcs who rushed into the human front on the left wing were completely separated from the orc army behind with their flesh and blood.
The divided orcs were still fighting to the death. They were caught in a crazy fight and didn't even notice the trap aimed at them, until thousands of Lordaeron knights rushed down from the hillside. Under the leadership of the paladin Uther,
The knights mounted their black lances on their horses, and the flag of the Kingdom of Lordaeron fluttered on the battlefield. Wherever the heavy cavalry went, the blood and remains of the orcs were almost covered in the hilly ground.
This precise and vicious counterattack was like a sharp blade falling from the sky, carrying the blood of the orcs, making the entire battlefield cheer and thunder, and the momentum of the human side was greatly boosted.
"Great Chief!!"
The old sword master Dahl, whose face was covered with blood, rushed into the orc headquarters. The war wolf under his crotch whined and almost threw his master away. The old sword master held Orgrim's arm tightly.
, he shouted loudly:
"Dispatch the reserves quickly! Our left wing... is going to be eaten!"
"no!"
The muscles on Orgrim's arms were tense, showing his bad mood at this time...
The orcs who drank the blood of demons are unstoppable, but once these guys fall into a frenzied fighting state, they can easily lose their minds. Just like now, the tens of thousands of orcs on the left wing seem to have the upper hand and are killing humans crazily, but this
They were taken advantage of by the cunning Lothar and led them into a deadly trap.
The human heavy cavalry has already rushed into the battlefield. These orcs fighting on their own will soon be overwhelmed, and then they will be divided and slaughtered by the surrounding human infantry.
But the problem is...it can't be saved!
"Rescuing them will affect other fronts! Losing the left wing will cause us heavy losses, but risking rescue will affect other clans. Once Lothar seizes the opportunity, we will be finished... Dar! Don't forget! Their troop strength ratio
We are much more numerous! They can withstand the consumption, but we cannot..."
Orgrim narrowed his eyes and stared at the other side of the several-kilometer-wide battlefield in front of him. He knew that the human commanders who had fought against him were waiting for him to issue orders, and then looked for the key to bringing down the tribe.
Opportunity, he would not give Lothar this opportunity.
The great chief gritted his teeth and shouted in a deep voice:
"Let the warriors on the left hold back the human knights! I will personally take Kor'kron and defeat the humans from the right... I don't believe they can still create three knights in their hands!!"
"Kor'kron! Prepare for battle!"
The war chief raised his black war hammer and shouted loudly. Behind him, the heavily armed chief guards roared in unison. The momentum of the roar made the morale of the entire orc side rise again.
"Let the war shamans move forward! The middle lane will withstand the human counterattack!"
"Dar! Bring your sword masters and follow me! I want old man Lothar to know... what it means to be unstoppable! What it means to be devastating!"
"Ho ho ho!"
At the same moment when the orc war chief led his elite guard into the battlefield from the right wing, the orc war shamans, whose faces were covered in oil paint, holding war hammers and staffs in their hands, and dressed strangely, were surrounded by orc warriors.
into the battle lines.
In ancient Draenor, the roar of the world's elements had dissipated, and the shamans were withering away. But after coming to Azeroth, the active natural elements of this world gave these ancient inheritances a sharp edge again.
The war shamans waved their weapons, and as they roared ancient war songs, layers of blood-red halos rippled from their weapons, just like the real blood awakening. Anyone shrouded in these bloody halos
The orc warriors seemed to have been aroused by the crazy power deep in their bodies.
"Roar!"
"Human! Die!!"
Their already exaggerated muscles swelled again at this moment, and their already ferocious faces became even crazier at this moment. Their blood-red eyes seemed to be burning with substantial flames. What's worse is...these orcs don't care
Whether it is attack or defense, under this halo, it becomes more terrifying.
War Magic - Bloodthirsty!
This is the most terrifying trump card that the orcs' ancient elemental beliefs bring to the orcs. In the form of magic, the orcs' strength, speed, and destructive power are increased by at least one third.
"boom"
From the perspective of Marshal Lothar, the battlefield in the middle is like a dam being smashed in the green waves. During the offensive of those crazy orcs, the original balance of power was broken in an instant. The orcs in the middle were like a sharp knife.
The sharp knife pierced hard into the heart of the human front.
What's even more terrible is that at the same time that the middle road was broken through, on the right side of the battlefield, an elite legion joined the battlefield. The battle flag of the orc warchief was flying, like the blessing of an invisible bloodthirsty halo. The battle flag
Wherever they go, the crazy orcs become even more irrational. They follow the battle flag, and their bravery is outrageous!
"Orc Shaman! And Orgrim!"
The old marshal pulled out the epee from behind with a loud sound, and shouted to the old mage beside him, who had white hair and beard, wore a black pointed hat, and held an ice crystal staff:
"Master Antonidas! I'll leave it to you in the middle!"
The old mage nodded, and the broken space light shone on his body. The next moment, a super large teleportation technique appeared behind the collapsing human front.
At the same time, the old marshal got on his horse, raised his sword high, and shouted loudly:
"Warriors! The orc warchief has entered the battlefield... Follow me and kill him! Let us put an end to this once and for all!"
"Descendants of Thoradin...charge with me!"
"Roar"
Lothar's golden marshal flag was hoisted, and along the hillside where he commanded, the last human reserve team was thrown into the battlefield, like a golden arrow, aiming directly at the right wing of the battlefield that was about to be breached.
At this time, all the cards of both sides have been played. Conspiracies, tricks, and all plans have lost their effect. Next, it is the time for the swords to ring.
"Buzz"
Behind the human frontline, when the space was shattered, a whole group of Dalaran mages wearing neat robes and holding staffs appeared. Under the leadership of the three great mages of Dalaran, terrifying magic power surged in the rear.
Starting, only 10 seconds later, the sky above the orcs' heads was torn open by the rolling magic power.
Four meteorites burning with billowing fire were pulled down from the sky by the mages. For a time, human strategic magic caused the sun in the sky to lose its due light.
Under the meteorite, there was an icy blizzard, like a natural disaster. The ice cones and wind and snow created by magical power dropped the temperature of the battlefield rapidly, slowing down or even freezing the charge of the orc warriors.
Under the attack of two layers of ice and fire, the orc troops that drove straight in were dragged on the battlefield.
The human soldiers retreated in unison under the leadership of the commanders. In front of them, a super-large confinement force field composed of arcane magic fell from the sky, causing the bodies of the craziest orc warriors who had been charged by bloodthirsty magic to hit hard.
Everything turned into a comical slow motion, and he could only stay in place and bear the magic harvest falling from the sky.
In this world dominated by magical civilization, the number of mages is rare, but once they unite together, it only takes an instant to reverse the decline of a battlefield.
"boom"
On the right side of the battlefield, the weapons of Warchief Orgrim and Old Marshal Lothar collided crazily. Two powerful warriors were engaged in a battle between the leaders on this battlefield. No soldier dared to rush into their battle circle.
, in a duel between warriors at full combat power, even just watching is an extremely deadly activity.
The top warriors who have awakened the control of anger can launch a destructive offensive without even touching the enemy's body with their weapons, like two angry storms.
"The human mage appears!"
The Fire Blade Sword Saint Dar, who had been waiting for an opportunity. Triple Blood Blade's eyes lit up. Following his movements, more than 40 Fire Blade Sword Saints who were slaughtering human soldiers behind him almost all disappeared into the air.
.
The orc swordmaster who has entered the state of Wind Step is simply the most terrifying assassin. As long as he draws his sword, he will definitely see blood!
On the other side, Talon Gorefiend and his Death Knights had already entered a state of war at the moment when they felt the huge fluctuation of magic power. After receiving the order, Talon waved the heavy scepter forward.
, the evil runes attached to it were activated, and in an instant, the hacked corpses appeared around the battlefield where 300 death knights stood.
Whether they were orcs or humans, they were all temporarily awakened by the evil magic of the warlock. With weapons in hand, like a black tide of corpses, a trail of complete death rolled up behind the charging death knight.
