Chapter 555 Failed Charge (Leader Gavemepower Plus More)

A while ago, a large number of knights were sent to raid Grim Batol Fortress, but they failed, and the consequences began to emerge. The death of a large number of elite knights forced Mograine to promote more knight candidates to knights.

In Mograine's view, the inexperience of many people is already a trivial matter. Look at the Fifth and Sixth Legions of Lordaeron next door. Many of the guys who become commanders are simply wastes that have tarnished the name of knights, because most of them were brought in by the nobles. No compromise with domestic nobles.

Now they can still maintain a strict formation, purely because they are all the most elite soldiers who have experienced the Battle of Silverpine Forest.

near.

near!

It's getting closer!

When the army of the Alliance and the Horde approached the land that had been scorched black by the scorching heat, the obviously hot air began to become cold and congealed.

It's just a trance illusion.

However, this illusion is not pleasant, the high heat of the scorching canyon makes people very uncomfortable.

On the contrary, the orcs headed by the Blackstone clan felt that it was normal.

Standing on a big rock at the forefront of the army, almost all the orcs could see their chieftain and the [Doom Hammer] that seemed to be a symbol of this scorching land.

They began to believe the warchief's words.

Even though rows of human warriors with bright armor on the opposite side were approaching them at a neat pace;

Although the spears held high by humans are as dense as a forest, each spear tip is shining with a dazzling cold light;

However, when their great chief yelled that sentence that echoed in the blood of the orcs for thousands of years, that sentence seemed to have mysterious power, and it was extremely sacred throughout their lives, every orc got an honor for this war. Answer.

What is that answer?

"Lok-tar, ogar!"

right!

Victory or death!

"Lok-tar, ogar!"

Two hundred and fifty thousand voices merged into one and echoed throughout the scorching canyon.

Led by their great chief, the once-stationary green ocean began the craziest surge!

That is the strongest fusion of the wills of 250,000 people!

That is also the survival roar of a desperate race!

Facing such a terrifying prestige of the orcs, both Mograine and Anduin were deeply shocked.

This battle is over!

Mograine shouted at the top of his voice: "The ballista and the trebuchet shoot first. The first and second heavy cavalry regiments charge back! The opponent's momentum must be suppressed!"

Putting in one's own trump card at the beginning of the game is undoubtedly a very failed start.

Mograine had no choice.

Because he saw the arrow troop at the front of the tribe - Orgrim and his ogre guards, and more than ten chiefs with extremely terrifying combat power.

That is definitely not an opponent that ordinary shield formations can defend against.

Anduin was also nervous: "Tell Duke! I need his Red Dragon Army, now! Immediately!"

After the interrogation, Anduin raised his hand: "The Knights of the Storm King, the Silver Hand, follow me!"

After all, he immediately galloped on the horse.

"Catch up! Red Dragon!"

In fact, Duke was earlier than them in calling for the Air Force. However, since the red dragons were not arranged to enter the arena in advance, it would take twenty minutes for the few red dragons in the barren land to fly over no matter how fast they were.

The heavy cavalry of the Lordaeron came out from both sides of the front line. After quickly forming a frontal formation, the horses began to speed up and trot on the battlefield.

Soon, a silver wave appeared at the forefront of the battlefield. They were galloping, engulfed in the momentum of thousands of troops, ready to collide fiercely with that terrifying green wave.

The black crossbow arrows rose obliquely from the human formation, and poured towards the orc formation with a density that could be said to cover the sky and cover the sun.

Mograine could imagine that in ten seconds or so, countless holes would appear in that green ocean, making this frenzy stagnate.

Something that no one thought of happened. Suddenly, the sound of the ballista was heard from the orc formation. A lot of strange crossbow bolts shot out.

Right now, Duke, who was following the dwarves, was stunned on the spot: "Fuck me, isn't this the propeller of a helicopter?"

What comes out looks really like a propeller. The stake-like ballista shot from the orc flew into the air, because of the inertia, the spiral wings tied to the arrowhead of the crossbow were lifted up, and started to rotate at high speed driven by the rushing air.

The next moment, like a shaving machine, most of the crossbow arrows fired at the orc infantry in the air were shaved into countless pieces.

The human ballista... Failed!

"This... this must be a good thing done by our dark iron dwarves' distant relatives." Magni muttered.

What he said was correct, the orcs only knew about thick and tough things, and such a low-tech but extremely effective war machine was definitely not an invention of the orcs.

This also means that the heavy cavalry who charged lost their cover.

"Axe!" Orgrim, who was leading the charge, did not forget to order.

The orcs running wildly began to take off the hatchets tied around their waists, which were throwing axes specially prepared by the Dark Iron Dwarves. Even if each ax is as big as the ax used by humans to chop trees, it can only be used for throwing for tall orcs.

The ax made of black iron is quite rough. Under the orc's natural power, he could easily throw a distance of more than fifty meters.

The flying axes, like raindrops, made piercing and frightening screams. They turned one after another in the air, drew shocking arcs, and attacked the charging heavy cavalry.

The heavy armor of the people of Lordaeron, which can easily withstand even the rain of arrows, has become meaningless. The momentum of hundreds of catties was concentrated on the narrow blade. Neither the iron-clad kite-shaped shield nor the plate armor over five millimeters could resist the terrifying power of the throwing axe.

"ah!"

"don't want!"

"Mom, I don't want to die!"

Once anyone is hit, they will fly four or five meters upside down and fall to the ground hard, or they will be dismembered instantly.

Broken horse heads and legs, human stumps, and shattered lances splashed everywhere less than 30 meters away from the orc forward.

Among the ten heavy cavalry, only one or two at most could rush in front of the orcs.

However, they are not much better than their own robes.

The long-handled war hammer of the ogre is more than three meters long, under their long arms, it is not much worse than the lance of the heavy cavalry. Faster and more violent counterattacks often come first.

Before the cavalry attack taught by the senior knights arrived, they were stunned by a violent wind, and they flew out with their horses.

One can imagine the terror of Orgrim's pro-guards who can smash out even a man and a horse with a single hammer.