Chapter 439 Relief (Part 2)

Only a very few knights with such superb horsemanship as Solas could ride their horses to avoid the fatal blow and counterattack at the moment when there is no chance.

The cavalry charge brought down many orcs, but fresh warriors filled the gaps immediately. The orc troops lined up in three rows and began to advance towards the Union cavalry, forcing them to retreat. One step at a time they forced them towards the lake.

Regardless of the fact that the battle ranks of these orcs only have such a thin three layers, on the basis of the horror of individual soldiers' quality enough to crush the alliance cavalry, even if it is only three ranks, the alliance cavalry cannot break through!

The rear line began to stabilize, and the infantry of the alliance was also violently attacked by the orcs from the Chinese army, and they seemed to be stuck in a quagmire for a while.

Once they had achieved their goal, the half of the remaining orc soldiers continued to attack the city. They crossed the ice crystal forest and stormed the city wall, quickly exhausting the city's stones, boiling oil, sand and other things that could be used for defense.

Now the orcs could continue climbing over the walls in relative safety. The orcs smiled evilly and climbed over the city wall, trying to climb up. Most of the orcs were impaled or felled by the elven ranger's arrows before reaching the walls, but a few made it and attacked the guards.

Arthas never imagined that the orc's ant-attached siege would be so terrifying. It was obvious that their first wave of attacks was extinguished not long ago, but more orcs rushed over.

The corpses of the orcs piled up, and provided some cover for these orcs when they climbed the wall. They stepped on the corpses of their companions, and even used the corpses of their companions as shields to resist the continuous rain of arrows and the magic attacks that fell from time to time.

The orc's offensive was terrifying, and often as long as one orc climbed up the city wall, it would take the lives of five to six Lordaeron soldiers to kill it.

City defense once again became precarious.

"It can't go on like this!" Alsace shouted to Duke extremely nervously: "Your Excellency, the city of Lordaeron will collapse first this afternoon, and we need reinforcements!"

Duke smiled. He touched Alsace's blood-stained helmet in a gesture of an elder.

"Your Highness, although I am not much older than you in terms of age, I am your senior in military affairs." Duke's smile seemed to feel that Duke was triumphant for some reason. He said very pretentiously: "A real king or commander never defeats the enemy on the battlefield."

"What!?" Alsace was stunned.

"A real commander will gather all the cards needed for victory before starting the battle. The so-called battle is often just a formality."

"ha!?"

At this moment, Duke was full of the unparalleled aura of pointing the country. The mysterious aura of self-confidence lingering around him made everyone around him feel that as long as Duke's finger is enough, even if there are thousands of tribes, even if it is the army that has destroyed several countries and is known as the world leader. The ferocious teachers of nightmares will all be wiped out in an instant.

Alsace was stunned for a moment.

Halduron Brightwing and Lor'themar Theron, the new ranger-generals, stood there.

And Alleria and Veresa beside Duke were both short of breath.

Everyone was staring at Duke's movements, only to proudly raise his left index finger, pointing flat to the northeast horizon.

Following the direction of Duke's finger, a big flag appeared!

Rows of infantrymen with silver helmets and silver armor are pacing out of the horizon, with the sun behind them, which makes them look like an army from the age of mythology.

The spear held high is like a forest, and the tip of the spear reflects the dazzling sunlight.

For some reason, each warrior recalled the time when mankind was united under one banner for the first time in history, awakening the distant legends of their ancestors, passed down for more than 2,800 years.

It was an era when all human clans fought side by side.

It was an era of brilliance and brilliance, where invincibility was the end of every battle.

The only answer seems to be imprinted in the soul, in everyone's genes.

What is that answer?

Arathor Empire!

The greatest human empire!

At this moment, at this moment, at this moment, on this battlefield, there is a greater organization - the Alliance of Lordaeron.

One side, two sides... dozens of hundreds of sides, hundreds of alliance battle flags fluttering in the wind suddenly appeared on the horizon! Looking at the momentum, there are more than 100,000 people there?

The soldiers started to speed up and trotted across the battlefield, their heads held high, their gunpoints raised side by side in rows.

A silver-white wave appeared on the battlefield. They were galloping. They were all infantry, but they created a terrifying momentum as if thousands of horses were galloping.

These fighters obviously have well-defined human facial features.

Everyone looked from a distance, but because of the brilliance of the sun, their faces were covered with a layer of golden light.

Their faces became blurred, the weapons in their hands were dazzling, and every face became deified. They seemed to be an army of heroic spirits who came out of the long history and fought for mankind again.

"It's our people!!"

"A brother of the Griffon Legion."

"Reinforcements are coming!"

"Long live the Alliance!"

Every warrior in the bitter battle suddenly erupted with greater strength and momentum, and the momentum that had just been suppressed by the tribe rose again, which in turn suppressed the tribe.

The brown-red color on Orgrim's face faded away, and he knew that he had to make a decision.

The attack was unfavorable, and they were flanked by the alliance army. If he was given enough time, he might be able to gather around and recruit reinforcements. First, he would eat one or two alliance divisions in the field.

But now, those trapped in the siege have turned into tribes.

No matter how fierce Orgrim's elite is, it is only in the early 30,000s. Now the alliance's forces have exceeded the critical point that the tribe can bear, and if they continue to fight, they may collapse.

Just then, Zuluhed brought Orgrim even worse news.

"Warchief, there are a large number of warships on the lake in the south, with the flags of Dalaran and Gilneas flying on them. It is less than half a day away from us."

"Miscalculated." Orgrim's mouth was full of bitterness.

Originally, Orgrim dared to storm the city of Lordaeron just to make a time difference. In line with Lordaeron's main force, they captured the city of Lordaeron before they came back. In Orgrim's vision, the Lordaeron army should return first, and Grom's 100,000 tribes arrived later. The combined forces of Dalaran and Gilneas in the further south should be the last to arrive.

But now, the alliance is taking advantage of their original advantage on Lake Lordaeron to mobilize ships to send reinforcements to the city of Lordaeron. In this case, the troops in Lordaeron city would exceed 200,000 in one day, even if Grom's troops were added, it would still be impossible to win.

After thinking over and over again, Orgrim finally yelled out the most bitter word.

"withdraw--"