Anduin Lothar is standing on the top of this isolated island.

Looking at the newly built series of bunkers on both sides of the mountain road, Anduin was unsure of it. He didn't know how much role this temporary defense line could play.

"We prepared rations for a month for this, more than 150,000 arrows and a thousand sets of spare armor..." The logistics officer was reporting to Anduin.

But Andu was irritated because of this.

The logistics is not strong, so there is nothing we can do about it, so we can only hope that the weather will improve in the future.

"If it can be delayed until midsummer, the road will be much easier..."

However, on April 3, the scene made the entire Storm Kingdom's top leaders lose their voices.

Many people were also sent among the nobles to participate in this war. Whether it was a brave man like Duke Bervar Fertagen, he was forced to be sent to the front line by his family, or he was seeking political capital. In any case, the two unknown peaks of the Red Ridge Mountain gathered two dukes, four marquises, eleven earls, and middle and lower nobles gathered together on the two nameless peaks of the Red Ridge Mountain, two dukes, four marquises, eleven earls, and middle and lower nobles could not count them in detail.

In front of these nobles of the Storm Kingdom who had been comfortable for nearly a thousand years, reflected in their vision is an extremely terrifying and barbaric army.

At first, the shouts of killing were like the slim sound of playfulness coming from a distance in the morning fog. But when the green line appeared on the opposite mountain, the sound of the sky and the violent drumbeat came to the face like huge waves. The sound was so huge that it felt like someone was slashing the ear drums of every noble present with a knife and an axe.

The green flood easily dyed the entire mountain opposite, and they were countless green giants. They were burly figures, waving their messy original weapons, and their terrifying numbers easily exceeded the psychological endurance of the nobles.

Is there ten thousand people? Or one hundred thousand people?

The green tide dyed several mountains opposite, and the battle line spread out easily surpassed the entire vision of the nobles. Not to mention only three or four peaks, it felt like it would be impossible to lengthen the battle line ten times, so many orcs could launch attacks at the same time.

They push and bump into each other, and even give old fists to their compatriots who stop themselves from moving forward. But their number is so large that it can make anyone with intensive phobia go crazy.

The green Hongtao is so crazy that it seems to swallow everything along the road with the momentum of raging waves.

Losa gritted his teeth, as if he wanted to record every orc flag with his own eyes. Unfortunately, he had to give up after copying the third flag like a ghost-like talisman.

There are too many flags and it is too messy. Even if the orcs are holding the flags of the same tribe, because of the bad painting skills, it seems that these are the flags of several clans. Only the "smart orcs" can clearly determine which clan and which clan it is.

There is a large canyon between the V-shaped double peaks and the opposite mountain. After repeated calculations by Losa, it happened to be the range that human bows and arrows can reach.

Losa was originally very confident that he would make that place a place to kill the enemy. Now, Losa changed his face.

The soldiers in the fortress on the hillside did shoot a large number of arrows, and the overwhelming arrows did hit the orc's pioneers.

But there are only a few orcs falling down.

Didn't the bow and arrow hit?

No! Shot!

It was shot to the point.

But what did Lothar and the nobles see in the monocular?

Crazy orcs.

They saw with their own eyes that an orc had at least twenty arrows on its front chest, shoulders and face. However, the green-skinned orc was like driving away a fly, sweeping the arrows in front of him with his arm, sweeping all the arrows or pulling them out and still pulling them out.

His right eye was blind, his flesh had been turned open, and the arrow hooked out large pieces of flesh and blood, leaving him with more than ten huge blood holes of wrist size and thickness in his entire upper body.

But the orc still charged forward frantically. He roared and rushed towards a bunker, smashed the outer wall of the bunker made of bricks and stones with his huge hammer several times larger than a human head, dragged a wailing soldier out of the bunker, and tore the soldier in half in front of the remaining bunker defenders.

The soldier did not die on the spot. Amid the crazy laughter of the orc, the upper body that had lost its lower body crawled on the ground for several meters before he died.

This scene made Lothar and the nobles tremble.

All the fortifications, like sand castles on the beach by the sea, were completely destroyed by huge green waves.

Shoot the arrow!

Orcs are forced.

Rockfall...

Losa saw with his own eyes that a stone as big as a millstone fell down, and was about to smash an orc who was rushing up against the mountain into meat sauce. He knew what was going on?

The orc used his arm, which was thicker than the cow's legs, to smash the big stone with a punch!

The Storm soldier who had lost the stone was stunned. In such a moment of dazedness, the orc had climbed to the soldier with great speed. A huge and thick arm stretched over, grabbed the soldier's hair and head, pulled the soldier out of the guardrail, and threw him down the mountain.

The orcs laughing at the middle of the mountain cut him into two pieces with an axe as the soldier fell and passed by.

This aroused even greater laughter from the orcs.

Orcs are all a group of bloodthirsty and warlike madmen!

Anduin Lothar's face turned blue. He knew that anyone could see that the army of the Storm Kingdom had to retreat and the war was irreversible.

"Order the entire army to retreat!"

There is nothing wrong with the order to retreat. In this situation, as long as the more rational commander knows that it is impossible to fight. But how to retreat is also a matter of detail.

If everyone scatters one, two, three places, it will turn the retreat into a retreat. Under the urgent pursuit of the energetic orc army, it will easily turn into a collapse of thousands of miles. In the end, the soldiers who can return to Stormwind City are afraid that one ten will not be left.

All the nobles cast their burning eyes on Lothar's handsome but painful face.

Losa almost gritted his teeth and said, "The griffin legion is broken!"

On the blue-bottomed and gold-edged flag, a golden griffin grabbed a sword with two hind paws. This is the griffin legion.

The First Legion of the Storm Kingdom in the eastern region of the Elvin Forest.

Its history can be traced back to the direct guards led by the descendant of the Solatin Emperor, the founding ancestor of the Storm Kingdom, led the people to migrate south to the rich Elvin Forest.

It once participated in the First Founding War of the Storm Kingdom. At that time, the Elvin Forest was far from as peaceful as it is today. At that time, there were still many trolls in the forest. It was the brave battle of the Griffon Legion that drove the trolls south, crossed the twilight forest, and rushed to the trolls with miasma.

This is a legion that inherited the steel will of the founding king.

However, today, at this time, Lothar wants to destroy it in this hopeless battle to cut off the rear. It is not because he insists on saving those damn noble private soldiers, but in the entire army, only the griffin army can complete the task of cutting off the rear.

Any general who knows the army knows that no matter how badly a legion is, as long as one-tenth of the veterans are left, the army's soul can be passed on and its reputation can continue.

But after seeing this scene in front of him, Lothar knew very well that the griffin legion would disappear forever, and its reputation and its proud history would completely disappear in this boring red canyon.
Chapter completed!