Stormwind God

Green crowds are flowing across the dark ground at high speed.

Even in the cold face of Lordaeron's soldiers who stood in the front row, they did not seem to have the feelings of the living, indifferent, indifferent, and calm. In fact, the mercury-like luster flowing on their hands betrayed them, it was cold sweat!

"Hold up! Hold on! You must be able to hold on!" The empty slogans of frontline commanders did not give them more courage.

The only thing they knew was that they were safe before Ru Lin's pike array collapsed.

"Axe!" Orgrim ordered again.

The roaring axe created a large number of kills in the neat human spear shield.

It was almost instantaneous. The neat shield formation was like a sand castle eroded by seawater, and it was full of scars. Too late to make up, thousands of orc crooked fronts, like a giant axe, have fiercely split into the army of Lordaeron.

When a brave orc warrior collides with a panicked human warrior.

The strongest sound since the beginning of the war suddenly broke out across the front line.

The piercing cry, the wail of despair and pain, the sound of the collision of heavy weapons with the metal shield, and the sound of pikes piercing the flesh, all burst out.

To Mogleni's astonishment, he returned with a fluke of shields, dumping at the same speed as dominoes. The orc's striker did not stagnate at all, as if passing by wrongly, and easily overwhelmed the entire front.

It is not that no human soldiers survived the first wave of shock, but the orcs did not even give them a blow, it was as simple as knocking them to the ground, and then the entire army stepped on them, stepping them to death.

The kind of picture that seemed to play bowling soon returned to normal, still the green tide. All the silver in the front was completely lost color in just a few minutes and was swallowed by the turbulent green.

Mograine knew he had lost his mind and should stop earlier and move on slowly.

Not only him, but the entire league was relaxed from the top down because of the atmosphere of victory, thinking that the tribe was just a lamb to be slaughtered.

However, it can also be saved that the loss of 20,000 former troops is not the end of the world.

"Call the magic strike, and at the same time the fff group is on top. The orc's arrow unit must be defeated first." Mograine's order echoed in the magic communication network.

"No! Mograine! That's an ogre unit strengthened by the Altar of the Storm! The effect of magic is not good!" In the communication network, Duke finally couldn't help but jack.

Suddenly, Terenas's voice appeared: "Duke shut up! When we met, we agreed that the Chinese army and the former army would be commanded by Mograine."

Obviously, Terenas was also in a hurry.

"Idiot, things in the field of magic don't trust the mage, but trust a commander of knight origin." Magni Copperbeard took a sigh of relief when he heard the message.

Duke sighed: "No, Terenas wanted to be the great King of Saladin and went crazy."

After Duke spit out the truth of the matter, Magni was silent for a few seconds and suddenly said, "Duke, let's go back and form an alliance in the southern continent."

Duke smiled: "It doesn't have to be that complicated. But I don't mind building an underground high-speed railway between Stormwind and Ironforge. In this case, none of us will be afraid of being besieged again."

"Good attention." Feeling a little bit worried about Duke's strange rejection, but the idea of ​​building an underground railway made Magney's eyes shine.

Yes! If the Lordaeron League is so **** fucking big, we dwarves and Stormwind City will be in a hug.

After the orc siege, Magni was also enlightened.

Dwarves and dwarfs alone are not enough. Humans are a very necessary supplement. Whether as an ally or a trading partner. There are so many human kingdoms, of course, the most pleasing, such as the storm kingdom where Duke and Anduin are located.

The orcs are also triangle-shaped assault arrays. When the former military alliance of the alliance has collapsed, both wings have not yet reached the battlefield.

At this time, countless magical rays rose from the rear of the alliance. This heavy rain composed of magic elements began from the left side of the middle of the battlefield and swept across the right wing.

In Mograine's imagination, the orc striker who was struck by magic, even if not immediately defeated, will have a huge gap on the battlefield. Even if the Chinese army could not immediately seize this opportunity to defeat and win, it would be able to fight for the FFF group flamethrower group to be in place.

It is not too difficult to win this battle in one fell swoop as long as you stand still and advance.

Unexpectedly, the striker group formed by Orgrim was terrible.

The pouring magic did not cause them much casualties. Especially those ogres, whose slightly weaker magic hits them, often only shakes the seemingly innate wind shield on them. They shake their bodies and carry huge weapons or shields. Continue to charge.

Don't look at the clutter when the orcs attack, but it works, because they have completely overpowered the league.

And they are not afraid of death.

"Spitfire! Spitfire! Burn these green skins!"

The lack of experience of frontline commanders is magnified infinitely at this moment.

Mograine did not see that Orgrim's guard was so fierce, but already found that the striker was an orc of the Blackrock clan, so his order was to throw a spear. As a result, the order of the commander of the aristocratic noble masters was spitting fire.

The long tongue of fire crossed the air for dozens of meters, drawing a dazzling flame of snakes.

However, this is not very useful.

The orcs of the Blackrock clan have a natural fire resistance.

In the eyes of the Lordaerons, these Blackrock Orcs became the most terrifying Balrog, because these wild and orcish people rushed over with their arms in full swing.

They thought that they would fall and die like a few meters after being burned.

Ten meters passed.

Twenty meters passed.

Thirty meters ...

They didn't see them burned until they screamed and rushed to the front of the Chinese shield.

"Ahhhh! Monster!"

"Can't win! We can't win these flame orcs!"

A soldier dropped his duties.

More soldiers abandoned the spear in their hands.

However, they were astounded to find that their commander had fled the front earlier than them.

The Alliance's squadron also began to collapse.

Rexxar waved his double axe and fought with his pet. Looking at the collapsed Alliance Front, he seemed to feel that his heart was pumping the blood of victory. This premonition was so immense that he turned to look at Zuluhide not far away, easily in the eyes of the other party See the same color.

Orcs may really win! (To be continued.)