Stormwind God

A few days ago, a large number of knights were sent to attack the Grim Batol fortress, but the result failed, and its evil effects began to surface. The death of a large number of elite knights made Mograine have to promote more knight candidates as knights.

For Mograine, inexperience for many people is trivial. Looking at Lordaeron's Fifth and Sixth Legions next door, many of the guys who became commanders are simply wastes that have tarnished the name of the knight because most of them were taken in by the nobles. This is what Terenas must not. No compromises to domestic nobility.

They can still maintain a rigorous formation now, purely because their Majesty are the most elite soldiers who have experienced the Battle of the Silver Pine Forest.

It's close.

It's close!

Getting closer!

As the Alliance and Horde armies approached on this land that became scorched by the heat, the hot air became cold and condensed.

This is just an illusion.

However, this illusion is uncomfortable. The high heat of the Scorching Canyon is very uncomfortable.

Conversely, the orcs headed by the Blackrock clan on the opposite side felt sparse.

Standing on a large stone in the forefront of the army, almost all orcs can see their chiefs, and see the scorching earth as the symbol of [Destroy Hammer].

They began to believe the words of the chief.

Although a row of human warriors with helmets and bright armors on the opposite side were approaching them with neat steps;

Although the long lances raised by humans are as dense as forests, the sharp dazzling cold mangs flash on the tip of each gun

However, when their chieftain shouted the sentence echoing in the blood of the orcs for thousands of years, the sentence seemed to have mysterious power, and their sacred words throughout their lives, each orc got a for this war. answer.

What's that answer?

"Lok-tar, ogar!"

Correct!

Don't win or die!

"Lok-tar, ogar!"

Two hundred and fifty thousand sounds, combined, echoed through the searing gorge.

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

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

That is also a survival roar of a desperate race!

Facing such terrible prestige of the orcs, Mograine and Anduin had the deepest spiritual shock.

This battle is over!

Mograine yelled, "The crossbow gun and the catapult are firing first. The first and second heavy cavalry regiments charge back! You must suppress the opponent's momentum!"

Putting in your own ace at the beginning is undoubtedly a very failed start.

Mograine had no choice.

Because he saw the front arrow army Orgrim and his ogre guard team, and more than ten sheer horrors.

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

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

After the interrogation, Anduin raised his hand: "Knight of the Storm King, silver hand, follow me!"

Having said that, he rushed away at once.

"Catch up! Red Dragon!"

In fact, Duke called on the Air Force earlier than them. However, because the Red Dragon had not been arranged in advance, even if the red dragons in the barren land were fast, it would take twenty minutes to fly over.

Lordaeron's heavy cavalry came out from both sides of the front array. After quickly forming a frontal array, the horse began to accelerate and trot on the battlefield. The knights held their heads high and their guns were discharged in a row.

Soon, a silver wave appeared at the forefront of the battlefield. They were galloping, wrapped in a mighty army, ready to collide with that terrible green wave.

The black crossbow rose obliquely from the human array, and poured forward to the orc array at a density that could be considered as the sun.

Mograine can imagine that in a dozen seconds, the green ocean will have countless holes, making this frenzy stagnate.

Something that no one had ever thought of happened, stunned, and the sound of a crossbow from the orc's formation. A bunch of strange crossbows shot out.

Right now, Duke, who was following the dwarf, threatened on the spot: "I'm getting a grass, isn't this the propeller of a helicopter?"

The shots really looked like propellers. When the orb-like crossbow gun fired by the orc flew into the air, the spiral wings attached to the arrow of the crossbow were brought up due to inertia, and began to rotate at high speed under the rapid air.

The next moment, like a shaver, shaved most of the crossbow arrows in the air towards the orc infantry into numerous segments.

Human crossbow guns ... invalid!

"This ... this must be a good thing for our dark iron dwarves to do." Magny muttered.

He is right, the orcs will only have some rough and hard stuff, such a low-tech but particularly effective war machine will certainly not be an invention of the orcs.

It also meant that those heavy cavalry who had charged had lost cover.

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

The running orcs began to take down the short axe tied to the waist, a throwing axe specially prepared for the black iron dwarf. Even if every axe is as big as the axe used by humans to cut trees, this is really only for throwing to orcs.

The axe made of black iron is quite rough. Under the natural power of the orcs, they can easily throw a distance of more than fifty meters.

As the axe with dense raindrops made a terrifying howling sound, they made turns one after another in the air, drawing a shocking arc, and attacked the heavy cavalry.

The heavy armor of the Lordaerons, which even the arrow rain could easily withstand, became meaningless. Hundreds of pounds of impulse concentrated on the narrow axe. Neither the iron-clad zheng-shaped shield nor the plate armor over five millimeters can resist the horror power of the axe.

"what!"

"No!"

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

Anyone, once hit, flew down to four or five meters and fell to the ground severely, and in an instant they were divided into corpses.

Broken horse heads and horse legs, human stubbles, and broken lances splashed everywhere less than thirty meters from the orc striker.

Of the ten heavy cavalry, at most one or two can rush to the orcs.

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

The ogre has more than three meters of long-handled warhammer. Under their long arms, the cavalry of the heavy cavalry does not have to be much worse. Faster and more violent counterattacks often come first.

Before the shock of the lances taught by the seniors of the knights arrived, they were in a violent wind, and they took the horses and flew out.

The horror of Orgrim's Guard who can smash even people with horses with almost a pound can be imagined. (To be continued.)