The green crowd was swept across the dark ground at high speed.

Even though the cold face of the Lordaeron soldier standing in the front row did not seem to have the feelings of a living person, cold, indifferent, and calm. In fact, the luster of mercury flowing in their hands betrayed them, it was a cold sweat!

"Hold on! Hold on! You can definitely hold on!" The empty slogans of the frontline commanders did not give them more courage.

The only thing they knew was that they were safe before Rulin's spear array collapsed.

"Take an axe!" Orgrim ordered again.

The whistling axe created a lot of killings in the neat human spear shield array.

Almost in a moment, the neat shield formation was like a sand castle eroded by sea water, and was immediately riddled with holes. Before there was enough time to fill the position, thousands of orcs' crooked charge lines were already like a giant axe, slashing into the army of the Lordaerons.

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

The strongest voice since the war broke out.

Heart-wrenching shouts, despair and pain, the collision of heavy weapons and metal shields, and the sound of the spear head piercing into flesh and blood, all burst out.

What made Moglani's slightest was that he used his lucky shield formation to sank at high speed like a domino. The orc's forward did not stop at all, as if he had passed by, easily overwhelmed the entire front formation.

It was not that there were no human soldiers who survived the first wave of shock, but the orcs didn't even add a blow to them, they simply knocked them to the ground, and then the entire army stepped on them and trampled them to death.

The image that seemed to be bowling quickly returned to normal, and it was still the tide of green. All the silver color in the front completely lost its color in just a few minutes and was swallowed by the surging green.

Moglani knew that he had made a mistake and should stop earlier and then slowly advance.

Not only him, but the entire league relaxed from top to bottom because of the atmosphere of victory, thinking that the tribes were just lambs to be slaughtered.

However, it can be saved. The loss of 20,000 front troops is not the end of the world.

"Call for magic strikes, and at the same time, the FF regiment is on the top of the orcs. The orcs' arrow troops must be destroyed first." Moglani's command echoed in the magic communication network.

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

Suddenly, Terenas's voice appeared: "Shut up Duke! We agreed to the central and front troops be commanded by Moglani during the meeting."

Obviously, Terenas was anxious.

"Idiot, I don't trust the mage in the field of magic, but trust a commander from a knight." Magni's bronze beard spat fiercely when he heard the message.

Duke sighed: "No, it's Terenas who wants to be the Great Soladin to be crazy."

After Duke told the truth about the incident, Magney was silent for a few seconds and suddenly said, "Duke, why don't we turn back and form an alliance on the Southern Continent."

Duke smiled: "No need to be that complicated. But I don't mind building an underground high-speed railway between Stormwind City and Iron Fortress. In this way, none of us will be afraid of being besieged again."

"Well pay attention." I felt a little worried about Duke's strange rejection, but the idea of ​​building the underground railway made Magni's eyes shine.

Yes! If the Lordaeron League is so fucked, at worst, we dwarves and Stormwind will be together.

After experiencing the orc siege, Magni was also enlightened.

Dwarves and gnomes alone are not enough, and humans are a very necessary supplement. Whether as ally or trading partners, there are so many human kingdoms, so of course we choose the most pleasing to the Storm Kingdom where Duke and Anduin are located.

The orcs are also triangular assault arrays. At the moment when the army in front of the alliance has collapsed, neither of their wings have yet to join the formation.

At this time, countless magical lights rose from the rear formation of the alliance. This rain of magic elements started from a little to the left wing in the middle of the battlefield and swept across to the right wing.

In Moglani's imagination, even if the orc striker hit by magic is not defeated immediately, a huge gap will appear on the battlefield. Even if the central army cannot immediately seize this opportunity to turn defeat into victory, they can still strive to get the ffff flamethrower team in place.

As long as you stand firm and advance layer by layer, it is not too difficult to win this battle in one fell swoop.

Unexpectedly, the forward troops formed by Orgrim were too terrible.

The magic poured down did not cause much casualties to them. Especially those ogres, the slightly weaker magic hit them, which often only made the seemingly innate wind shield on them, swaying. They shook their bodies, and carried huge weapons or shields to continue charging.

Although the orcs attacked in a mess, they worked because they had completely overwhelmed the alliance in terms of momentum.

And they are not afraid of death.

"Breathing fire! Breathing fire! Burn these green skins to death!"

The problem of inexperience of frontline commanders is infinitely amplified at this moment.

Moglani didn't see that Orgrim's personal guard was so fierce, but he had already discovered that the striker was orcs of the Black Stone clan, so his order was to throw a spear. As a result, the order given by the commander of the ignorant noble master was to spit out a fire.

The long tongue of flames crossed dozens of meters of the sky and drew dazzling long snakes.

However, this is of no use.

The orcs of the Black Stone clan are born with fire resistance.

In the eyes of Lordaeron, these black stone orcs became the most terrifying flame demons, because these wild orcs rushed over with their weapons all over the body.

I thought they would fall to death like ordinary people who were burned by fire for a few meters.

Ten meters have passed.

Twenty meters have passed.

Thirty meters...

Until they rushed to the Central Army's shield formation, they were still burned to death.

"Ahhhh-monster!"

"You can't win! We can't beat these flaming orcs!"

A soldier abandoned his duties.

More soldiers abandoned the spear in their hands.

However, they were shocked to find that their commander fled the front earlier than they did.

The alliance's central army also began to collapse.

Lexa waved his two axes and fought with his battle pet. Looking at the collapsed alliance front, he seemed to feel his agitation of heart pumping out the blood of victory. This premonition was so surging. He turned to look at Zulushid not far away, and easily saw the same color in the eyes of the other party.
Chapter completed!