A while ago, a large number of knights were sent to raid Grimbato Fortress, but failed and the consequences began to emerge. The deaths of a large number of elite knights forced Moglani to promote more candidates to knights.

In Moglani's opinion, it is a trivial matter for many people to lack experience. Look at the Fifth and Sixth Legions of Lordaeron next door, many of the guys who became commanders were simply useless people to tarnish the name of the knights, because most of them were the nobles who took the opportunity to stuff them in. This is the compromise Terenas had to make against the nobles in the country.

The strict formation can still be maintained purely because all of them are the most elite soldiers who have experienced the Silver Song Forest Battle.

It's close.

It's approaching!

It's getting closer!

As the alliance and the tribe approached the land that had become charred due to the heat, the hot air began to become cold and condensed.

This is just a trance illusion.

However, this illusion is not pleasant, and the heat in the scorching canyon makes people feel very uncomfortable.

On the contrary, the orcs headed by the Black Stone clan on the opposite side felt that it was common.

Standing on a large stone in the forefront of the army, almost all orcs could see their chief, and see the [Hammer of Destruction], which seemed to be the symbol of this scorching earth.

They began to believe the chief's words.

Although the rows of brightly armored human warriors on the opposite side were approaching them in neat steps;

Although the spears raised by humans are as dense as forests, each spear tip is shining with a dazzling cold light;

However, when their chief shouted the words echoed in the orcs' bloodline that seemed to have mysterious power and were extremely sacred throughout their lives, every orc got an answer for this war.

What is that answer?

“lok-tar,ogar!”

right!

If you don’t win, you’d rather die!

“lok-tar,ogar!”

Two hundred and fifty thousand sounds, combined into one, echoing throughout the scorching canyon.

Under the leadership of their great chief, the once static green ocean began its craziest surge!

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

That is also the survival roar of a desperate race!

Faced with the orcs' terrifying reputation, Moglani and Anduin both had the deepest spiritual shock.

This battle is hanging!

Moglani shouted at the top of his voice: "Boxgun, catapults will shoot first. The first and second cavalry regiments will charge back! The opponent's momentum must be suppressed!"

It is undoubtedly a very failed start to devote one's trump card to the beginning.

Moglani has no choice.

Because he saw Orgrim, the arrow unit in the front of the tribe, his ogre guards, and more than ten chiefs with extremely terrifying combat power.

That is definitely not an opponent that ordinary shield formations can resist.

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

After the messaging was completed, Anduin raised his hand: "Storm King Knights, Silver Hand, follow me!"

After saying that, he immediately ran away.

"Catch up! Red Dragon!"

In fact, Duke was calling the Air Force earlier than them. However, since the Red Dragon was not arranged in advance, the few red dragons in the barren land would take more than twenty minutes to fly over, even if they were fast.

The heavy cavalry of the Lordaeron people came out from both sides of the front formation. After quickly forming a front arrow formation, the horses began to accelerate and trotted on the battlefield. The knights raised their heads and chests, and the spear tips were laid down in rows.

Soon, a silver wave appeared at the front of the battlefield. They were rushing, carrying the momentum of thousands of troops, ready to face the terrifying green wave.

The black crossbow arrows rose obliquely from the human formation, and poured into the orc formation with a density that could be called covering the sky and the sun.

Moglani could imagine that in more than ten seconds, countless holes would appear in the green ocean, making this frenzy stagnant.

Something that no one had thought of happened. Suddenly, the sound of the crossbow cannon sounded from the orcs' formation. A large number of strange crossbow arrows were shot out.

At this moment, Duke, who was following the dwarf, was stunned on the spot: "I'll put a straw, isn't this a helicopter propeller?"

The thing shot looks really like a propeller. The wooden stake-like crossbow cannon shot from the orc flew into the air, due to inertia, the spiral wing tied to the crossbow arrow was brought up, and began to rotate at high speed under the rapid air.

The next moment, like a shaver, shaved most of the crossbow arrows that were facing the orc infantry in the air into countless segments.

Human crossbows...ineffective!

"This... this must be a good thing our distant relative of the Black Iron Dwarf did." Magney muttered.

He said that, orcs only know some thick and hard things. Such a low-tech but particularly effective war machine would definitely not be the invention of orcs.

This also means that the heavy cavalry that charged lost cover.

"Axe!" Orgrim, who took the lead in charge, did not forget to give the order.

The running orcs began to take off the short axe tied around their waists, which was a throwing axe specially prepared by the Black Iron Dwarf. Even if each axe was as big as an axe for humans to cut trees, for tall orcs, it could only be used as throwing.

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

The flying axes, densely filled with raindrops, made a harsh and terrifying scream. They turned one after another in the air, drawing shocking arcs and attacking the charging heavy cavalry.

The heavy armor that the Lordaeron people could easily resist even the rain of arrows became meaningless. Hundreds of pounds of impulse were concentrated on the narrow axe blade. Neither the iron-clad zipper-shaped shield or the plate armor that exceeded five millimeters, they could not resist the terrifying power of throwing axe.

"ah!"

"don't want!"

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

Anyone, once he is hit, will fly backwards for four or five meters or fall to the ground hard, and will be dismembered in an instant.

The broken horse head and legs, the broken limbs of the human body, and the broken rifle splashed everywhere less than thirty meters away from the orc's forward.

Among the ten heavy cavalry, there is only one at most, and two can rush to the orcs.

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

The long-handed warhammer with ogres of more than three meters does not have to be much worse than the cavalry's cavalry's lances under their long arms. Faster and more violent counterattacks often come first.

Before the impact of the riding gun taught by the senior knights reached, they were stunned in a violent wind and flew out with their men and horses.

The horror of Orgrim's personal guard can be imagined if he can smash nearly a thousand pounds of people and horses with one hammer. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!