Stormwind God

Countless orcs jumped out of the snow outside the town. They shouted at the orcs that humans couldn't understand, and roared towards this Lordaeron cavalry with only sixty people. ?

In addition to the orcs, many frost trolls with more slender white skin can be seen.

If there was no sneak attack by the spear that was just thrown, this team of cavalry can completely break through with horses. It was a pity that at least 70% of the horses were stabbed in the round of spears, and hissing in pain in the pool of blood.

The remaining cavalry had to cover with war horses and formed a round array to resist.

If it is a battlefield battle, 1oo orcs and trolls, facing 60 high-powered cavalry, the outcome is still unknown. When the cavalry is forced to become an infantry, and it is necessary to form a circular array with a cavalry-like smaller size shield, then the outcome is conclusive.

Jaina was sprayed with blood, and she was blindfolded.

Some people scream madly in the face of danger when they can't do anything, disturb their peers, and make a mess of things.

Some people will show extreme survival instincts at such moments, just like drowners, seizing anyone around them who can seize people and thirst for survival opportunities.

Others become calm and decisive after extreme panic.

On top of this, there is a last kind of person who can guide the companion out of the predicament of death.

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

Obviously, Jaina Proudmoore is such a natural talent.

Just a second, Jaina came to her senses and shouted, "Go to the church! The church is made of stone!"

The captain's paladin also understood Jaina's meaning.

Jaina's judgment was correct. If there is no suitable defense means, their 60s or so will be basically accounted for here by an orc charge.

It is useless to hide in a cellar. At one time, there is not such a large cellar. Second, the orc's ability to demolish is beyond the imagination of most humans.

In an ordinary brick-wood house, the orcs do not even need a hammer, and they will almost fall when they hit one arm. The general so-called "risky and defending" simply does not work for orcs.

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

"Go! Listen to this lady!"

The periphery of the town rushed to the town, and according to the orc's footsteps, it was at most half a minute's work, and everything was gone. Jaina's cry was definitely a life-saving move.

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

"Spit!" Jaina vomited again.

The church is a sacred place for Lordaerons. People come to the church naturally to find salvation when they are in danger. Unfortunately, the orcs previously turned this place into a cruel human slaughterhouse.

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

No cavalry blame the young lady who looks cute, because she has saved their lives. Some cavalry dragged the wounded robe to the inside of the church. The uninjured cavalry quickly formed a two-layer shield formation at the church gate that could accommodate four people in parallel.

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

The orcs are still menacing, but this church, which only needs to defend the front door, is a holy place compared to setting up in the open terrain in the middle of the complex town. The church also has a side door. The side door made of bluestone can only allow one human to pass through, and two people can guard that door impermeablely.

The orcs immediately attacked the human soldiers in the church and smashed a huge hammer. Even with a shield defense, they easily broke a cavalry's arm.

As a price, the orc died at least seven knights' swords in the next instant.

Fierce battles continued, with cavalry being injured and being dragged into the church by companions, but more orcs fell. These are obviously the cavalry of the veterans of the past. They killed an orc in just five minutes. All they paid was the price of seven minor injuries and three serious injuries.

But there are more orcs outside, with dense green heads, forming a turbulent green ocean. It seems that there are few hundreds of orcs here.

A cavalry with a broken arm took out a short-barreled rifle and fired a shot into the sky. With a harsh sound, a dazzling red signal flare straight into the sky, even clearly visible from ten kilometers away.

Looking at Jaina's blank expression, the cavalry smiled: "The stuff from the Storm, called a flare, is specially used by our alliance to call for help. Although we don't like that **** Duke, but his bright stuff Still good. "

Another cavalry, who could not stand up, gasped and grinned, "Come on, we will have the Elf Woman of the Storm Kingdom come to the rescue later."

"Elf woman?" Jaina didn't respond for a moment.

"The Elven Ranger, a member of Marcus the Grand Duke of the Storm Kingdom, although the nose is facing the sky, the forest combat is absolutely too strong. Our people are too late to see if there is an Elven Ranger squad nearby. , We can't resist the night. "Broke arm cavalry smiled bitterly.

Jaina gritted her teeth. "That's not necessarily true, and I'm here."

"you!?"

In the eyes of the cavalry's unbelief, Jaina gritted her teeth, picked up the hem of her mooncloth robe, opened her white and tender legs, and stood on the back of the church bench.

"Beware of the troll's spear!" Before the cavalry had finished, he suddenly had an unreal translucent cover around Jaina's body.

"Holy Light, she is a Master!"

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

With a bang, a huge fireball dragged a long tail flame, passed over the cavalry shield, and crashed into the dense orcs.

"Ahhhhh!" The orcs were clearly in a commotion. They watched in horror as several of their companions struggled in the flames, rolling on the cold ground.

An orc tried to help his companion put out the fire. They very professionally took off their hides and slapped their companions.

This is useless at all!

Before the fire weakened slightly, the orc on fire had returned to the arms of his ancestors.

"Oh!" Another fireball!

This time it was another four or five orcs.

Their mourning in the flames made their companions fearful! (To be continued.) 8