Chapter 450 Who Do You Think I Am

This amount cannot be expressed in any orc language.

On such a vast land with kilometers as the unit, the deployed troops can actually be connected in a row. Guided by the beating of the drums, the human army marched in order, covering each other, blocking any possible route for the orcs to break through.

On the lake in the south, a large number of warships sailed towards the lake at high speed. Their hulls were parallel to the lake shore, and they opened the wooden boards blocking the gun doors, making a gesture of preparing for shelling.

"Where did humans find so many elites!?" Grom couldn't help but lose his voice.

After fighting humans for so long, you can almost tell which ones are elite and which ones are farmers.

Nothing to do with equipment.

Those who stood crooked in a straight line were the farmers who delivered food to the orcs.

However, those who have a neat facelift and have a clear formation no matter whether they are attacking or retreating are mostly elites.

Of course, it also depends on whether their armor is shiny.

It's like Lordaeron's army. If it's the kind of armor with bright armor, Grom won't have a headache, because those are likely to be ostentatious and honor guards.

Those armors were obviously much darker in color, and even had many spots on the armor and shields. They were the veterans that the orcs were most unwilling to meet.

At this moment, at a glance, it is full of elites!

The ones in the north wearing blood-red armor with white edges are old opponents, the Scarlet Crusade of Lordaeron who have fought against each other many times.

In the northwest, flying the Griffon flag with a blue background and a gold border, is the Griffin Legion of the Storm Kingdom mentioned by Orgrim many times.

In the west, carrying a huge brown tower shield and carrying a few spears even when marching, is the infantry regiment of Dalaran. Dalaran's infantry has never been the focus, the focus is on the mage group hidden behind. If there is no way to open the infantry's defense within three minutes, they will be taught to behave by the magic shot from the rear immediately.

Grom suddenly understood why Orgrim wanted to attack the human barracks in the north. It was to fight a bloody road and save their Western Legion!

Groom made the correct decision almost instantly: "All obey orders! Throw away all siege equipment and attack the Red Army in the north instead."

Correct does not mean effective.

When Mograine, who commanded the army, saw the orcs attacking them as Anduin predicted, the future legendary lord showed a sneer: "The crime of destroying the Silverpine Forest will use your Pay with your life."

The marching army stopped in an instant when Alexandros Mograine raised his fist, and the warriors walking at the front used the spikes under the tower shield to deeply fix the shield on the thick grass.

Every five meters or so on the front line, a passage will be opened, allowing a group of half-grown peasant boys with no armor and only a basket to run out quickly and pull the grass on the grass in front of the battle.

In front, a veteran with a burn scar on his face dipped his index finger in saliva, raised his hand, and felt the wind direction and speed.

"Very well, as expected, it is the upper hand."

Just before the army of orcs rushed in, those boys pulled out all the grass and retreated quickly.

Then, a large group of weird-looking guys came out from the battle line, carrying a huge iron can on their backs, half a shield on their chest, and a big iron pipe on their right waist.

As soon as these guys appeared, the commanders of the tribe had an ominous premonition. When they rushed to the front and saw the three characters 'FFF' on the shields on the upper body of these guys, everyone knew that it was a bad premonition experience.

fire!

monstrous fire!

More convenient flamethrowers, more dense flamethrowers.

The death flame belt condensed by hundreds of fire-breathing soldiers firmly blocked the tribe's only escape route.

The most disgusting thing is that the shield connected to the can behind it also helped those guys block most of the throwing weapons.

want to go?

Can! But please go to the flame hell first.

Grom almost had to bite the bullet and let the already small number of Blackrock Clan warriors take the lead.

On the other hand, Orgrim's offense also suffered a serious setback.

Before the start of the war, for some reason, Gavin Ladd had a brain twitch. He was very happy to see Alleria retreating with a single flag last time, and he wanted to come again.

Even though Duke said no, this guy was convulsed and insisted on dying. Well, in the end, tens of thousands of tribes chased Gavin Ladd and almost killed Duke with laughter.

If this guy wasn't a thick-skinned and temporarily invincible paladin, Gavin Ladd would probably die.

Watching Gavin Ladd die in front of the northern camp was not funny either.

Duke looked at Aurelia beside him, and curled his lips: "Why, do you have confidence in dealing with more than 40,000 tribal elites with such a small number of people?"

Aurelia flicked her slender fingers, her beautiful long golden hair fluttered in the wind, and returned Duke with a provocative look: "Who do you think I am? I am Aurelia*Windrunner! A heroine remembered by the Alliance!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Duke smiled, making a gesture of surrender with both hands.

Walking down the simple wooden wall of the camp, Duke looked back at Aurelia and her three younger sisters standing above the gate.

The four sisters each have their own strengths, and it is a blessing that ordinary people can get one as a minister. Now I actually packed up the entire Windrunner family.

Thinking about it feels like exaggeration.

Looking at Aurelia's sexy back from behind, Duke suddenly remembered a sentence: "Gold always shines."

Orgrim's army charged.

Then it was hit head-on by the high elf ranger troops.

"Elf ranger!" The orc commander in the lead yelled when he saw the opponent's archery posture, and the orc immediately used various means to find a way to protect his vitals.

After experiencing the Battle of Quel'Thalas, these orcs still knew clearly that these elf rangers with unreasonable shooting skills were the nightmare of all orcs, even if they had never faced the elf rangers directly.

Be it trolls or orcs, they are all races with tenacious vitality. If they hadn't hit a vital point, they wouldn't have died immediately.

In the early days of Elwynn Forest, like porcupines, orcs with hundreds of arrows stuck all over their bodies and continued to fight abounded. It is indeed easy to scare people out of their wits.

It's different now.

A green light of almost the same color as the grass flashed, and the arrow actually hit the shoulder armor of a charging orc first, then refracted it, pierced the neck of the unlucky bastard, and then hit it with scattered blood. The eye socket of an orc in the back.

Another example is that a powerful orc sword master knocked away the arrow that was shot at his face, only to find that the arrow that flew out had killed a fellow orc on the right.