Chapter 675 Heroine?

Countless orcs suddenly jumped out of the snow outside the town. They shouted loudly in orc language that humans could not understand, and roared towards the Lordaeron cavalry, which only had about 60 people.

In addition to the orcs, you can also see many frost trolls with slender bodies and white skin.

If there hadn't been the sneak attack by throwing spears just now, this group of cavalry could have broken through with their horses. Unfortunately, in that round of spear throwing, at least 70% of the horses were stabbed by the spear, neighing in pain in a pool of blood.

The remaining cavalry had to use their horses as cover to form a circular formation and resist.

If it were a battlefield battle, with 100 orcs and trolls facing 60 highly mobile cavalry, the outcome would still be uncertain. When the cavalry was forced to become infantry, and had to use the smaller kite-shaped shields of the cavalry to form a circular formation, then the outcome was determined.

Jaina was sprayed with blood and her whole body was covered.

Some people will scream like crazy when faced with danger, unable to do anything, disturbing their companions, and making a mess.

Some people will show an excessive survival instinct at this moment, like a drowning person, grabbing any opportunity around them that can catch people, eager for survival opportunities.

Some people will become calm and decisive after extreme panic.

On top of this, there is the last kind of person who can guide his companions out of the predicament of certain death.

The last kind of people are extremely rare, and the world often calls the last kind of people generals.

Obviously, Jaina Proudmoore is such a natural talent.

It only took a second for Gianna to wake up and shout: "Go to church! The church is made of stone!"

The paladin who was the captain also suddenly understood what Jaina meant.

Jaina's judgment was correct. If there were no suitable defensive means, the sixty-odd people among them would basically be killed here if they were charged by the orcs.

There is no use hiding in a cellar. Firstly, there is not such a big cellar, and secondly, the orcs' demolition capabilities are beyond the imagination of most humans.

Orcs don't even need a hammer to build an ordinary house made of bricks and wood. If they hit it with just one arm, they will almost fall over. The so-called "defend in danger" simply doesn't work for the orcs.

That church is different. For some unknown reason, the church in this town is made of bluestone and is quite solid.

"Go! Listen to this lady!"

He rushed to the town from the outskirts of the town. According to the orc's footsteps, it only took half a minute at most, and he passed by in a daze. Jaina's shout was definitely a life-saving move.

A group of Lordaeron cavalry supported their teammates and almost rushed into the church in the middle of the town before the orcs encircled them.

"Ugh!" Jaina wanted to vomit again.

The church is a sacred place for the people of Lordaeron. People will naturally come to the church to find salvation in times of danger. It's a pity that the orcs turned this place into a cruel human flesh slaughterhouse.

Although the body was frozen, the smell of blood that had just been splashed on her body stimulated Jaina's sense of smell.

None of the cavalry blamed the delicate-looking young lady, for she had saved their lives. Some cavalrymen dragged the injured Pao Ze further inside the church. The uninjured cavalrymen quickly formed a two-story shield formation at the door of the church, which could accommodate four people walking abreast and was two people high.

"Thank you to the Holy Light! Thank you, wise lady!"

The orcs were still coming menacingly, but compared to setting up a formation on the open ground in the center of the town with complex terrain, this church that only needed to defend the main entrance was simply a holy place. The church also has a side door. The bluestone side door can only allow one human to pass through, but two people can guard the door airtight.

The orcs immediately launched an attack on the human soldiers in the church. The huge hammer came over and easily broke the arm of a cavalryman even with the protection of a shield.

As a price, the orc died with at least seven knight swords in his body in the next moment.

The fierce battle continued, with cavalrymen constantly being injured and dragged into the church by their companions, but more orcs fell. These cavalrymen, who were obviously veterans of the war, were extremely brave. They killed more than 30 orcs in just five minutes, and the price they paid was only seven minor injuries and three serious injuries.

But there were more orcs outside, and the green heads were densely packed, forming a turbulent green ocean. It seems that there are at least hundreds of orcs here.

A cavalryman with a broken arm took out a short-barreled musket and fired into the sky. With a harsh sound, a dazzling red flare shot straight into the sky and could be clearly seen even ten kilometers away.

Looking at Jaina's blank expression, the cavalryman smiled: "The thing sent by the Stormrs is called a flare, which is specially used by our alliance when calling for help. Although we don't like that damn Duke, the thing he invented It still works fine."

Another cavalryman who could no longer stand up gasped and laughed: "Come on, we will need the elf woman from the Kingdom of Stormwind to rescue us later."

"Elven woman?" Jaina didn't react for a moment.

"Although the Elf Ranger team belonging to Marcus, the Grand Duke of Stormwind Kingdom, has its nose pointed towards the sky, it is absolutely too strong to fight in the forest. Our people can't make it in time, so we just have to see if there is an Elf Ranger team nearby. If there are no reinforcements, , we can’t resist the night.” The Broken Arm Cavalry said with a bitter smile.

Jaina gritted her teeth: "That's not necessarily the case, I'm still here."

"you!?"

While the cavalry looked at them in disbelief, Jaina gritted her teeth, rolled up the hem of her mooncloth robe, opened her white and tender legs, and stood on the back of the church bench.

"Be careful of the troll's spear!" Before the cavalryman finished speaking, he was shocked to find that there was an illusory translucent cover around Jaina's body.

"Holy Light, she is actually a mage!"

The cavalry guarding the front suddenly noticed the fire coming from behind. Before they could turn around, a cold female voice sounded: "Fireball!"

"Bang!" With a sound, a huge fireball dragged a long tail flame, passed over the cavalry shield formation, and exploded into pieces among the dense orcs.

"Ahhhh-ouch!" The orcs were obviously in commotion. They watched in horror as several of their companions struggled in the flames and rolled on the cold ground.

Some orcs tried to help their companions put out the fire. They very professionally took off their own animal skin clothes and patted their companions.

This doesn't work at all!

Before the fire weakened slightly, the orcs who were on fire had returned to the arms of their ancestors.

"Bang!" Another fireball!

This time, four or five orcs were hit again.

Their howls in the flames frighten their companions!