Chapter 41 10. The Decisive Battle Begins

When did the war start?

Is it a warning from the first orc scout who was attacked and fell down?

Or stepping into an orc camp from the first Alliance Assassin?

In short, it was like a ball of flames thrown into dry wood. Unexpectedly, but also reasonable, the encounter turned into a small-scale confrontation. , the two beasts waiting for their opponents to show their flaws, under the provocation of blood, showed their fangs almost at the same time.

"boom boom boom"

The artillery on the Alliance side roared. These siege weapons jointly made by dwarves and gnomes were placed on the hillsides of the hills, and some naval guns were moved from the retreating battleships. Every salvo would bring out scorching heat. The cannonballs, like the roar of death falling from the sky, smashed into the dense formation of orcs, and shredded the bodies of a few unlucky ones while bouncing on the ground, and finally there was a devastating explosion of gunpowder.

"boom"

In the midday sun, shards of steel flew everywhere, tearing enemies and hapless allies alike.

On the other side, the orc warriors endured this terrifying attack. Their ballista was not as terrible as the artillery damage, and as long as the ballista position was exposed, it would be destroyed by the bombs dropped by the griffin knights flying in the sky.

But they did not fall into a panic. These warriors, who were never afraid of death, poured the anger brought about by thunderous humiliation into their bodies. Slaughter these weak humans in front of you.

"Report! Dunholde Castle has suffered too many casualties and has withdrawn from the front line."

"The Gilneas Brigade is wiped out!"

"No. 3 artillery position has been destroyed!"

Within 10 minutes of the start of the war, the Alliance was forced to withdraw 5 troops from the battlefield, and 3 troops were completely wiped out. The front line was frantically pushed forward by the orcs. Can't stand the raging of orcs.

"It's all bad news! Damn bad news!"

Marshal Lothar rode on his horse. He stood on the hill behind the front line, holding a telescope in his hand, carefully observing the battlefield. From his position, he could clearly see that the original neat front line of human beings has now become The teeth were intertwined, except for the bravest Arathi warriors who fought to the death, on the flanks, the troops from the Kingdom of Gilneas had retreated nearly 1 kilometer.

Almost defeated!

The troops of the "Defender" Alterac Kingdom were reimbursed even earlier.

To make matters worse, the orc commanders grasped the weakness of the human frontal battlefield, and kept advancing like a knife cutting flesh. Even if they were led into the valley and encountered heavy artillery shelling from both sides, they still did not Collapse.

The shouts of killing on the battlefield were loud, and the pungent smell of blood made everyone who entered the flesh mill feel dizzy. They lost their self-judgment, and could only instinctively rush forward with their companions, desperately cutting down the opponent's flesh. head, or be decapitated by an opponent.

And the madness of the orc's fighting will shocked Marshal Lothar and other generals who had fought all their lives.

"In frontal combat, the quality of individual soldiers of humans and orcs is too poor. The infantry can't stop them at all..."

King Dai Lin stood beside Marshal Lothar. He put down the binoculars in his hand, pressed his fingers on the hilt of his sword, and said softly:

"Marshal, it's time to dispatch the knights!"

"Wait a moment!"

Every piece of bad news from the front line made the old marshal's fingers tighten. He is a general who cherishes the lives of soldiers. It is for this reason that he can be unanimously recognized by the soldiers of the alliance. But as a soldier, he is also eager to win. , even if the victory is based on the price of the complete destruction of the infantry.

"The orcs on the left wing charged too hard..."

Three minutes later, a killing intent flashed in the old marshal's eyes: "Let's teach Orgrim what division and annihilation are!"

"Stormwind Knights!"

"Kul Tiras Knights!"

Lothar's command sounded at this moment: "I order, you rush into the battlefield from the left wing, and cut the orc vanguard on the left wing from their rear legion!"

"Obey!"

"Obey!"

Daelin, King of Kul Tiras, and the royal nobles of Stormwind, the knight leader Duke Bolvar Fordragon immediately got on their horses and rushed into their respective knight orders. Marshal Lothar's order was not over yet. Waiting for the opportunity to unsheath the sharp blade, this blow must make the opponent bleed!

"The Royal Knights of Lordaeron! Prepare to charge into the cut orc army head-on... This time, cut off Orgrim's arm!"

"Obey!"

The head of the Royal Knights of Lordaeron, the paladin Uther shouted, turned around and rushed into his heavy armored knights.

A moment later, amidst the cheers of the human infantry, the two knights, which made the earth tremble, rushed into the battlefield on the left flank of the orc army with unshakable momentum like two sharp knives from the left flank. After breaking the orc formation into a line, the surrounding human infantry swarmed up and blocked the onslaught of the orcs with their shields.

In the bloody resistance regardless of casualties, they insisted on using their flesh and blood to completely separate the orcs who rushed into the human front on the left from the orcs behind.

The divided orcs were still fighting to the death, and they didn't even notice the trap aimed at them when they were caught in a frantic death battle, until thousands of Lordaeron knights rushed down from the hillside, led by the paladin Uther, The knights put black lances on their horses, and the flag of the Kingdom of Lordaeron fluttered on the battlefield. Wherever the heavy cavalry went, the blood and remains of orcs almost covered the hilly ground.

This precise and vicious counterattack was like a sharp blade falling from the sky, carrying the blood of orcs, which made the whole battlefield cheer and thunder, and the human side was greatly boosted.

"The Great Chief!!"

The old Sword Saint Dahl with his face covered in blood rushed into the orc's headquarters. The war wolf under his crotch wailed and almost threw his master away. The old Sword Saint held on to Orgrim's arm tightly. , he exclaimed:

"Send out the reserves! Our left wing...will be eaten!"

"no!"

The muscles on Orgrim's arms were tense, showing that he was in a bad mood at this time...

The orcs who drank the blood of demons are unstoppable, but once these guys fall into a frenzied state of battle, they can easily lose their minds, just like now, the tens of thousands of orcs on the left wing seem to have the upper hand and slaughter humans crazily, but this They were used by the cunning Lothar to lead them into a deadly trap.

The human heavy cavalry had already rushed into the battlefield, and these orcs who were fighting independently would soon be overwhelmed, and then be divided and slaughtered by the human infantry around them.

But the problem is... can't be saved!

"Going to rescue them will affect the other fronts! Losing the left wing will cost us a lot, but risky rescue will affect other clans. Once Lothar seizes the opportunity, we will be finished...Dar! Don't forget! Their troops are more powerful than We have many more! They can withstand consumption, we can't..."

Orgrim squinted his eyes and stared at the other side of the battlefield several kilometers wide in front of him. He knew that the human commanders who had fought against him were waiting for him to give orders, and then he found the key to drag the tribe down. Chance, he will not give Lothar this chance.

The great chief gritted his teeth and shouted in a deep voice:

"Let the warriors on the left hold back the human knights! I will personally take Kor'Karon and crush the humans from the right...I don't believe that they can still conjure three knights!!"

"Kor'kron! Prepare to fight!"

The great chief raised his black warhammer and shouted. Behind him, the fully armed chief guard roared in unison. The momentum of that roar raised the morale of the entire orc side again.

"Let the war shamans go! The middle lane withstands the human counterattack!"

"Dahl! Bring your sword masters and follow me! I want old Lothar to know... what is unstoppable! What is crushing!"

"Ho Ho!"

At the same moment when the orc war chief rushed into the battlefield from the right flank with his elite guards, the orc war shamans with their faces painted, holding hammers and staffs, and strangely dressed were surrounded by orc warriors and walked into the battlefield. into the battle line.

In ancient Draenor, the roar of the world's elements had dissipated, and the shamans were withering day by day, but after coming to Azeroth, the active natural elements of this world made these ancient inheritances glow with sharp edges again.

The war shamans waved their weapons, and as they roared the ancient battle song, layers of blood-red halos rippled from their weapons, as if awakened by real blood, but anyone covered by these blood-colored halos The orc warrior seemed to be aroused by the crazy power in the deepest part of his body.

"Roar!"

"Humans! Die!!"

Their exaggerated muscles swelled again at this moment, their ferocious faces became crazier at this moment, their blood-red eyes seemed to burn with substantial flames, and what's worse... these orcs didn't care Whether it is attack or defense, they all become more terrifying under this halo.

War Magic - Bloodlust!

This is the most terrifying hole card that the ancient elemental beliefs of the orcs brought to the orcs. In the form of magic, the strength, speed, and destructive power of the orcs are increased by at least one-third.

"boom"

From the perspective of Marshal Lothar, the battlefield in the middle is like a dam smashed in the green waves. In the offensive of those crazy orcs, the original balance of power was broken in an instant, and the orcs in the middle were like a sharp weapon. The sharp knife pierced fiercely into the heart of the human front.

What's more terrible is that at the same time that the middle road was broken through, an elite army joined the battlefield on the right wing of the battlefield, and the battle flag of the orc warchief was flying, like the blessing of an invisible bloodthirsty halo, the battle flag Wherever they went, the crazy orcs became even more irrational. They followed the battle flag, and their bravery was outrageous!

"Orc shaman! And Orgrim!"

The old marshal pulled out the epee behind his back with a bang, and shouted at the old mage with white hair and beard, wearing a black pointed hat and holding an ice crystal staff:

"Master Antonidas! I'll leave the middle to you!"

The old mage nodded, the shattered light of space shone on his body, and the next moment, a super-large teleportation technique appeared behind the collapsing human front.

At the same time, the old marshal got on his horse, raised his sword high, and shouted loudly:

"Warriors! The Warchief of the Orcs has entered the battlefield... Come with me and kill him! Let's end this once and for all!"

"Spawns of Thoradin... charge with me!"

"Roar"

Lothar's golden marshal's flag was raised, and along the commanding hillside, the last human reserve team was also thrown into the battlefield, like a golden sharp arrow, aimed directly at the right wing of the battlefield that was about to be broken through.

At this time, all the cards of both sides have been played, the plots and tricks, all the plans have lost their effect, and then, it is the time for the sword to ring.

"hum"

Behind the frontal position of human beings, when the space was broken, a whole group of Dalaran mages wearing neat robes and holding staffs appeared. Under the leadership of the three archmages of Dalaran, terrifying magic power surged in the rear After only 10 seconds, the sky above the head of the orc was torn apart by the tumbling magic.

Four meteorites burning with raging flames were pulled down from the sky by the mages. For a while, the strategic magic of human beings caused the sun in the sky to lose its due light.

Under the meteorite, there was a icy snowstorm like a natural disaster. The ice cone and snowstorm created by the magic power dropped the temperature of the battlefield rapidly, slowing or even freezing the pace of the orc warriors' charge.

Under the offensive of the two heavens of ice and fire, the orc troops who drove straight in were dragged on the battlefield.

The human soldiers retreated in unison under the leadership of the commanders. In front of them, a super-large imprisoning force field composed of arcane magic descended from the sky, making the bodies of the craziest orc warriors blessed by bloodthirsty magic feel hard. Life turned into a comical slow motion, and he could only stay where he was, bearing the magical harvest from the sky.

In this world dominated by magic civilization, the number of mages is rare, but once they unite, turning the tide of a battlefield can be reversed in an instant.

"boom"

On the right wing of the battlefield, the weapons of the great chief Orgrim and the old marshal Lothar collided crazily. Two powerful warriors were engaged in a battle between the leaders on this battlefield. No soldier dared to rush into their battle circle , in a duel of warriors at full combat power, even watching from the sidelines is an extremely deadly activity.

The top fighters who have awakened the control of anger, their weapons don't even need to touch the enemy's body, they can carry out a destructive offensive, just like two raging storms.

"The human mage has appeared!"

The Fire Blade Sword Saint Dar. Triple Blood Blade's eyes lit up, and following his movements, more than 40 Fire Blade Sword Saints who were slaughtering human soldiers behind him almost all disappeared into the air. .

The orc sword master who has entered the windwalk state is simply the most terrifying assassin, as long as he draws his sword, he will definitely see blood!

On the other side, Talon Gorefiend and his Death Knights had entered a state of war as early as the moment he felt the huge wave of magic power. After receiving the order, Talon swung the heavy scepter forward , the evil rune attached to it was activated, and in an instant, around the battlefield where 300 death knights stood, those hacked corpses.

Be it orcs or humans, they were temporarily awakened under the evil magic of the warlock, holding weapons in their hands, like a wave of black corpses, behind the charging death knight, a wave of complete death rolled up offensive.

"Follow me...death knights."

"The lives of those mages... are ours!"