Stormwind God

The orc rushing forward was paying the price of life for granted. But they used their bodies and lives to destroy more than 30% of the spears.

And the second wave of orcs rushing in front of the human square, many people can already engage with the front-line sword shield soldiers.

"boom!"

Even the soldiers of the Gryphon Corps have undergone the training of Instructor Naga, but in actual combat, the orc's hammer still caused many soldiers to crack instantly.

The warrior, who had undergone strict training, quickly stabbed the sword in his hand while the orc's old power was exhausted.

They succeeded and failed.

They did kill the second wave of orcs, but were approached by the third wave of orcs. Some of the violent orcs threw a hundred pounds of super heavy hammers, and some even ran into the square of the human soldiers.

The heavy blow that is comparable to the impact of a rhinoceros often requires three or more soldiers to put up their shields and bear them together to withstand them.

In front of the neat human square array, many depressions appeared.

Once in a struggle, the differences in individual combat power immediately became apparent.

Even in the face of the elite like the Griffin Legion, the orc warrior can play a one to three battle loss ratio. This is still thanks to the orcs' poor armor. These greenskin orcs often have armor on less than 30% of their body surface area, and they are relatively easy to pierce.

Once stabbed in the heart and other vital points, the orc will also be finished.

It's just that the orc's stubborn vitality can allow them to fight for a while after being fatally wounded before they suddenly fall to the ground.

Anduin Lothar wielding an epee, fighting at the forefront, he may already be the brightest being in the human camp.

A two-handed sword is almost used by him as a one-handed sword. The flashy swordplay allows him to settle the enemy in the simplest and fastest way. In front of him, there were no less than twenty orc corpses lying.

The commander should have been in the squadron. But when this tactic had lost its meaning and needed courage, he came to the forefront.

A solid mainstay can give soldiers more confidence.

In a nearby mountain, General Simos made the same choice as Lothar.

Unfortunately, the strength gap between the two sides is too great.

Whether it is on the strength of soldiers, or on the strength of individual soldiers. Whenever Lothar cuts down the orc in the front, the orc who has been impatient in the back will immediately fill it up, roaring and launching a rough and powerful storm.

Less than half an hour into the battle, Lothar firmly believed that he had caused no fewer than 1,000 casualties to the orcs. However, the number of casualties in the presence of the orcs in the mountains and mountains was nothing but nothing.

Lothar can still fight, he wields a big sword, stabs, hacks, and cuts down the orcs with various looks. But he clearly felt that the soldiers around him were decreasing rapidly.

The original thick square has become thin, and Lothar doesn't even need to look back to see that it has become a deep back.

It was three horizontal arrays along the mountainside.

Behind the horizontal array, there are a large number of wounded who are unable or unable to move.

To make matters worse, there are many orcs who have never seen before. The orcs were slightly thinner than their fellow men, wearing broad robes and carrying staff. Then after a few seconds of the nervous spell, a warrior of the Gryphon Legion went mad. Or rush out of the array desperately, kill the orcs, and be swallowed up quickly. Or worse, slash the sword to the robe that has been fighting side by side.

Anduin knew that the collapse of the front was within two or three minutes.

"Commander! Duke Fortagan summons, you can withdraw!" Lothar suddenly heard the commander's voice behind him.

"Withdraw? How do you tell me to withdraw?"

Looking at the orcs who were still flying through the mountains and mountains, Lothar knew clearly that the orcs' offensive momentum would not be beaten, and waiting for them would be a faster and more severe failure.

Lothar tilted his head and saw that General Simoth's troops had not been defeated on the side of the mountain, but the losses were a bit worse than he was here. Now there are two columns left.

Lothar didn't know. At this time, there were more than a dozen noble personally dressed soldiers touching the empty mountain.

They drove down the horse, and unloaded all the horses around them.

While doing this, a warrior wearing the armor of Stormwind Kingdom that had her coats of arms erased almost couldn't help but rushed down to help.

But he was stopped.

"Can you go alone to help? Reggie."

Called Reggie, of course, Reginald Windsor, future Marshal!

Windsor gritted his teeth: "Don't I do anything?"

Duke smiled, held up three fingers, and bent one finger after each utterance.

"First of all, don't forget, you are already my follower."

"Second, this is why I am here."

"Third, I ca n’t split. I can at best defeat each other's arrogance. I cannot cover both troops at the same time. I want you and Makaro to cover General Tom Simos on the mountain. Such talents should not be damned In this place. "

"Okay!" Windsor beckoned, and saw more people dressed up by private soldiers, he learned that Soso touched the previously empty hilltop bunker.

Duke suddenly sighed as he watched the battle under the mountain.

"Heaven is to the left, the soldier is to the right ... why am I feeling so heavy when I personally realize this sentence?"

The fighters of Lothar and the Griffin Legion were great. It was this great glory that made Duke unable to bear to see the entire Griffin Legion break here.

General Simos was at the end of his crossbow. His left arm was hanging down. The orc warrior's slamming dislocated his entire left arm. A slight movement was aching heartache. His right leg was pierced by a rough spear. Although no bones were injured, blood was pouring out of it.

He was so tired that he didn't even want to move a finger.

He was dirty, his blond hair was covered with dark red mud. It wasn't mud, it was flesh and blood, there were orcs, and there were robes. His guard helped him with a hammer, and he saw with his own eyes the young man with a hammer in his spine, even his ribs pierced through the cracks in the armor, and extended.

Since receiving Lothar's order, he has always thought he would die here.

Suddenly, he heard a strange howling.

The shriek, which is similar to a bow and arrow volley, is more frightening than a volley of ten archers. There was no time to turn back, and suddenly the sound of "Boom!" That slammed the eardrums, the green in front of me was swept away.

Just thought the never-ending green frenzy was torn apart!

Who did it!

General Tom Simos horrifiedly looked back, and he saw a vision he had never seen before-at least a hundred palms of arcane energy floating in the void!