When an army is infused with iron will, it becomes terrifying.
Artillery is not omnipotent.
Complex battlefields have repeatedly proven that no weapon can be used in all terrains.
When the Horde can invent some way to erase the Alliance's firepower advantage, once a war breaks out, it's still unclear who will win.
The alliance bosses are very clear: the partial divisions led by Kael'thas are marching towards the Void Storm area to punish the traitors. The main force of the alliance is trapped in the Auchindoun area, clearing away the various hostile forces there bit by bit. At this stage, it is impossible to fight with the Horde.
When it comes to war, the situation in Outland is complicated enough. It is very reluctant to start a war on two fronts. It is unwise to provoke the Horde to start a three-front war. Not to mention, there are still border disputes between the Azeroth Alliance and the Horde in a large number of areas.
In this situation, it is most ideal to fight without defeat, or to sit back and watch the tribe attack.
The mouth of the old wolf king Jean seemed to be open. After he finished speaking here, the grassland on the other side was on fire.
In a physical sense!
On the outermost sides of the east-west direction of the battle line, dozens of fierce green flames rose at the same time.
A little trivia: A serious forest fire will never have multiple fire starters. If there are, then someone is setting the fire. Of course, this is not necessarily a human being. For example, in a certain kangaroo country, an eagle is used as an "arson eagle" with a fire stick in its mouth.
Arson and letting the fire continue forever is an anomaly.
Now the fire suddenly became extremely fierce, much like Archimonde's [Fire of Destruction], and the diameter of the pillar of fire alone was 3 or 4 meters.
This scene frightened Thrall, who was fighting fiercely, and all the chiefs of the orc clans.
"Devil? How is this possible!?" Thrall's pupils almost lost focus.
But the green evil flames clearly stated its ownership. This was indeed the work of the Burning Legion.
Setting the fire somewhere else would definitely not have the same effect.
You see, what is the use of setting fire to the Hellfire Peninsula where birds don’t poop and are all red soil?
This is Nagrand with lush vegetation!
Originally, the evil flames did not affect many places, so the fire burned more intensely at the edges of the battlefield, and there was still a long way to go before it spread to the entire battlefield.
The appearance of the flames completely destroyed the morale of the orc alliance.
Many orcs are willing to sacrifice their lives and blood to fight evil orcs for the sake of their homeland. However, they have an instinctive fear of prairie fire.
When the flames followed the wind and spread to the flanks of the orc alliance, and smoke billowed up, Thrall clearly heard the commotion in the crowd.
Immediately, the commotion turned into screams.
"Look!" One of the orcs pointed.
In the eyes of the ignorant orcs, the blue sky and white clouds above their heads were disappearing layer by layer, as if the original color of a painting had been forcibly erased by other paints, revealing the void in the sky.
First, a burning meteorite was dragging a long trail across the sky from north to south, blooming with a dazzling and evil green light.
This light was reflected in the eyes of all the orcs, shining brightly, and behind it, there were a second, third, and fourth shining green light spot that also penetrated the sky of the outer domain and fell towards the center where the orc alliance was.
They seemed to light up the clouds, turning the cloud base into an ominous and evil green.
"What is that?"
Some orcs were asking, but no one answered.
The next second, the screams from the military formation drowned out all other noises.
“Bang bang bang”
Meteorites fell suddenly one after another.
The strong impact smashed out huge circles on the rich grassland of Nagrand.
Before the orcs could react, these huge stones emitting green flames suddenly deformed, transforming from a single boulder into a huge humanoid shape about four or five stories tall.
【Hellfire】!
Thrall is no stranger to this legion's elite elemental creature.
The problem is that there will never be a shortage of rubes in this world!
Many orcs have never seen [Hellfire] since they were born.
To be honest, if there are a large number of elite elites among the orcs working together, or if there are enough long-range war machines to focus their fire, it will not be difficult to kill the hellfire.
The shortcomings of the orcs are due to the lack of unified command and the ignorance of most of the orc warriors.
These huge monsters covered in flames seemed to be invincible. They waved their hands and punched the orc warriors who rushed forward like a child. All the orcs who dared to get close were burned to death.
The powerful [Hellfire], coupled with the violent charge of the evil orcs in front, and finally the sea of fire rising in the distance, under this "internal and external pincer attack" that was far from perfect, they panicked.
"How is it possible to defeat so many monsters?"
"Can't win!"
"Run quickly!"
Thrall's return to the tribe was too short, and he did not have enough achievements to prove himself. Prestige is something that is invisible and intangible, but it really affects the army at critical times.
Although Thrall roared loudly and screamed at the top of his voice, the backward communication system quickly caused him to lose control of the hundreds of thousands of orc coalition forces.
There was a brave orc chief who still led his tribe to stand firm and resist, and more than 60% of the orc clan collapsed.
They were like a herd of deer that were scared away by lions. Their numbers were large enough to cover the entire land, but they were all running away. There was not a single one, or there were not enough warriors to stop the advancing evil orcs.
When ordinary orcs cannot form a match with the more powerful evil orcs in sufficient numbers, the orc alliance... is defeated!
Seeing his fellow orcs retreating across the mountains and plains, Thrall's heart dropped.
Give up?
No! Sal’s firm heart never had the word ‘give up’!
He raised the [Doomhammer] high and roared loudly: "Lar!"
When other orcs shout this, they are just shouting slogans.
And he is truly born toward death!
With just a few personal guards, Thrall bravely rushed towards the largest evil orc arrow on the battlefield, Fenris, the chief of the Thor clan.
Kill him!
Yes! Only by killing Fenris can this rout be stopped.
At this moment, Thrall's soul resonated with all the elemental spirits around him. Responding to the call of [World Thrall], these huge elemental creatures formed a sharp countercurrent, heading straight towards the orcs' biggest traitor.
Seeing this, McDonald stood up, preparing to cut off the communication and leave the throne meeting's spectator mode.
"Don't you see the end, McDonald?" Varian was quite surprised.
"It doesn't matter, anyway... the best ending is that the orcs lose and Thrall wins."
Varian was stunned. He was quite smart. With Bolvar explaining in a low voice next to him, he immediately tasted the flavor:
Whether Thrall failed to kill Fenris to save the defeat, or whether Thrall successfully acted as a hero and killed the enemy general to stop the decline, the momentum of the orcs has been exhausted. If they lose this battle, the orcs will no longer have the possibility they originally had.
Having reached an unprecedented state of unity, even if Thrall rallied all the orcs again afterwards, the issue of escaping would be the same as women's clothing, with only zero and countless times.
