The orcs who rushed to the front naturally paid the price of their lives. But they used their bodies and lives to destroy more than 30% of the spears.

There are already many orcs who rushed to the front row of humans. The sword and shield soldiers were already in the front row.

"Bang!"

Even though the soldiers of the Griffon Legion had experienced the training of Instructor Naga, in actual combat, the orc's heavy hammer still caused many soldiers to instantly crack their tiger's mouths.

The warrior who had undergone rigorous training quickly stabbed the sword in his hand while the orcs had not yet had their old power.

They succeeded and failed.

They did kill the second wave of orcs, but the third wave of orcs took advantage of the opportunity to approach. Some of the violent orcs threw out their super heavy hammers of over 100 pounds, and some even crashed into the square formation of human warriors.

The kind of heavy blow that is comparable to the impact of a rhino often requires more than three warriors to stack shields to withstand it.

There were many depressions in front of the neat human phalanx.

Once you fall into a fight, the difference in individual combat power will immediately become prominent.

Even when facing elite troops like the Griffon Legion, orc warriors can still achieve a one-to-three battle loss ratio. This is thanks to the orcs' bad armor. These green-skinned orcs often have less than 30% of their body surface area with coated armor, and they are relatively easy to pierce.

Once the heart is stabbed and other vital points, the orcs will also be destroyed.

However, the orcs' tenacious vitality can allow them to fight for a while after being fatally injured before falling to the ground and dying.

Anduin Lothar wielded his heavy sword and fought at the forefront. He may have been the most eye-catching existence in the human camp.

A two-handed sword was almost used as a one-handed sword by him. His real and uneven sword technique allowed him to defeat the enemy opposite in the simplest and quickest way. There were no less than twenty orc corpses lying in front of him.

The commander should have been in charge of the central army. However, when this tactic has lost its meaning and requires even more courage, he came to the front line.

A solid mainstay can give soldiers more confidence.

On a mountain next to it, General Simos made the same choice as Lothar.

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

Whether in terms of military strength or individual combat power, whenever Lothar cut down the orc in front, the orcs who were already impatiently waiting behind would immediately fill in, roaring and launching a rough and powerful attack.

Less than half an hour after the war started, Losa firmly believed that he had caused no less than 1,000 casualties to the orcs. However, this casualties were a drop in the bucket in front of the orcs all over the mountains and fields, and it was not a problem at all.

Losa could still fight. He waved his sword and stabbed the hideous orcs to death, chopped and cut them to death. But he clearly felt that the soldiers around him were decreasing rapidly.

The originally thick square formation has become thin, and Losa can see that it has become deeper without even looking back.

That is a three-row horizontal array arranged along the mountainside.

Behind the horizontal formation are a large number of wounded people who are unable to move or inconvenient to move.

What's worse is that many orcs who had never seen before appeared opposite. These orcs were slightly thinner than their compatriots, wearing wide robes and sticks. Then after a few seconds of nervous spells, a warrior from the griffin legion would go crazy. He rushed out of the array regardless of everything, killed the orcs and was quickly swallowed. Or worse, he slashed the great sword at the robe that had been fighting side by side.

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

"Commander! Duke Ftagen's command, you can retreat!" The voice of the commander suddenly sounded behind Lothar.

"Retreat? How do you ask me to withdraw?"

Looking at the orcs who were still steadily crossing mountains and ridges, Lothar knew that if he did not continue the orcs' offensive momentum, what would await them would be faster and more severe failures.

Losa turned his head and saw that General Simos' troops had not yet been defeated on the mountain next to him, but the losses were a little more tragic than his place. Now there are only two rows left.

Lothar didn't know that at this time, more than a dozen noble private soldiers dressed up in the empty mountain.

They got off the horses quickly and then removed all the things they had on the horses around them.

While doing this, a warrior wearing Storm Kingdom-style armor with wiped off heralds could hardly help drawing his sword and rushing down to help.

But he was stopped.

"Can you help if you go down alone? Reggie."

The one who is called Reggie is naturally Reginald Windersol, the future marshal!

Windersol gritted his teeth: "Do I do nothing?"

Duke smiled, raised three fingers, and every time he finished speaking, he bent one finger.

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

"Second, that's why I'm here."

"Third, I don't know how to clone the art. At most, I can't cover the other party's arrogance. I can't cover two troops at the same time. I want you and Macaro to cover General Tom Simos on the mountain. Such people shouldn't die here."

"Okay!" Wendersol waved his hand and saw more people dressed in private soldiers touching the previously empty bunker.

Looking at the battle at the foot of the mountain, Duke suddenly sighed.

"Heaven goes to the left, the warrior goes to the right... Why did I feel so heavy when I personally understand this sentence?"

The soldiers of Lothar and the Griffon Legion are both great, and it is this great glory that makes Duke unable to bear to see the entire Griffon Legion here.

General Simos was at the end of his strength. His left arm was lowered. The orc warrior's slammed his entire left arm and his slight movement was heartbroken. His right leg was pierced by a rough spear. Although he did not hurt the bone, blood was coming out.

He was very tired and almost didn't want to move a finger.

He was dirty, his golden hair was covered with dark red mud. It was not mud, it was killed flesh and blood, orcs, and robes. His guards helped him block a hammer, and he saw with his own eyes that the young man who was hammering in his back pierced the gap in the iron armor and stretched out.

Since receiving the order from Lothar, he has always thought that he would die here.

Suddenly, he heard a strange whistle.

The roaring sound that was similar to the volley of the archers was even more terrifying than the volley of the ten archers. Before he could turn around, he suddenly felt a "puff puff puff!" sound that shocked his eardrums, and the green in front of him was cleared.

The green frenzy that I thought was never stopped was torn apart!

Who did it!
Chapter completed!