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"Bucer!Take the first, second, and third squads, attacking the left flank. ”

"Yes!"

"The others follow me on the right flank!" Walter looked behind him. "Our target is the orc wolf cavalry, watch out for the wolves, who are just as deadly as their masters. ”

The knights were silent.

"Enough has been said in training. You just have to remember one thing, what are we?!"

"Sword of Light!" shouted the knights, beating their chests.

"Good. Walter nodded. "Prepare to charge. ”

Bucer moved to the left flank with 150 men, and Walter drew his sword and waited for him to enter the charging position.

"Woo~" The short, somewhat shrill sound of the horn indicates that Bucer has moved to the left flank. Walter picked up the horn in his left hand and blew it vigorously.

An even more silent trumpet sounded. The knight drove his seated horse and began to move slowly, his hooves cutting through the turf beneath his feet, and the dirt flew away.

The wolf cavalry of the orcs was not far away, and they swam back and forth on the flanks of the orc array, looking for an opportunity to help the infantry tear through the human array.

Gargok heard the sound of human battle horns, and he saw the slow-moving human heavy cavalry----- human cavalry he had never seen before.

"Moraka!" Gargok shouted.

A wolf came running over, and on top sat a green-skinned orc who looked a little thin.

"Kill them. ”

"I will, Overseer. The green-skinned orc grinned, baring its sharp fangs.

"Arsenal!" the orc shouted orc language as he waved his long, broad-bladed knife in his hand, and more wolf cavalry appeared from behind the array and ran towards the wings.

"Moraka!" Gargok called out to the orc. "Let them know what a real warrior is!"

The orc grinned and drove the wolf to the right flank.

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"It's 2,000 yards, it's too far, ma'am, it's beyond the range of the musket. The Elven Ranger hid his black figure in the shadows under the trees, occasionally peering out. "Those black wolves have a keen sense of smell, and we can't get any closer. ”

"You settle those on the battlefield, and he will leave it to me. Sylvanas narrowed her blue glowing eyes to prevent the blue light from attracting the attention of the orcs. "Remember your training and don't stay in one place too much. ”

"Understood, ma'am. The Elven Ranger nodded.

The black figure scurried to the east, disappearing into the dense jungle with a few jumps, and the elven ranger pulled the hood above his head and stretched out the musket in his hand.

The bushes here provided them with excellent cover, and the scouts scattered by the orcs in the jungle had long since been cleared.

The Ranger has found his target, an orc commander who stands in place with a battle axe held high and roaring. These orc officers are recognizable, their armor is more intricate than that of ordinary soldiers, with some bony ornaments hanging from them, and their weapons are larger----- as they are usually more burly than other orcs.

"The target azimuth is 10, the distance is 500, the wind direction is westerly, and the wind speed ---- 'slow three'. "The ranger is talking to himself. "The target is static and can be shot. ”

Two golden light bullets flew towards the orc array with a whirring sound of friction against the air.

"Hurry up, you!" Salik roared as he held his tomahawk aloft, they had been held back by the humans for more than an hour, it was a shame! No human could hold out for so long under the attack of the Warsong Orcs!

Salik cursed in his heart, a sudden chill ran down his spine, he glanced to the right with a feeling, two golden light bullets quickly dropped in front of his eyes, he wanted to raise the battle axe, the golden light bullet had already hit his neck.

"Let's go!" The Elven Ranger retracted his vision and retreated into the dense forest behind him with the Ranger beside him, his target's entire head blown off, and the Holy Light could not save him.

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"Have you thought about it?" Benny said, his staff in hand, his vision beyond the two-legged dragoons to Thrall. The orcs were frowning tightly, struggling in their minds.

"You're too confident, human. The shaman flipped the hammer in his hand. "You haven't won yet. ”

"You grew up among humans, Thrall. Benny shook his head. "You know the human army well, do you think they are still the original army?" Benny tapped with his staff to the battlefield below.

Thrall looked at the battlefield below and didn't speak.

"The former alliance has defeated you with armies that seem to me to be very 'primitive'. Benny had confidence on his face, which to the orcs would call arrogance. "I can guarantee that my army is much stronger ----- stronger than those that defeated you!!"

"Ten minutes for you, Thrall, and in ten minutes, I will level the entire Warsong Fortress and assemble a combined army of all nations, including Dawnlight, Quel'Thalas, Stormwind, Ironforge, Nomorigan, Darnassus, and more, to destroy the Horde once and for all!" Benny narrowed his eyes, the mark on his forehead shining even brighter. "Trust me, I can do it. ”

"But Theramore won't be involved. Gianna appeared next to Sal with a blue light, and she looked at Sal and smiled reluctantly.

"Childish!" Benny shook his head. "How naïve do you want to be, Gianna?"

"I just want peace!" Gianna looked at Benny, her face complicated.

"Unless the world is united, where will peace come from. Benny shook his head with a smirk. "I appreciate your tenacity, but your naivety is a little too much!"

"He's right, Gianna. Sal stretched out his broad palm and patted Gianna's arm, he grew up in the human world, he knows the 'rules of the game' of human beings, which are also the rules of the game between nations and races----- only interests are eternal.

"Racial interests are everything, Gianna, and we are all working for the survival of our own race. There is no justice to this. Benny looked at Gianna and shook his head again. "A stable tribe is good for this world, everything that happened in the holy war in Hyjal shows that you can contribute to this world, but an unstable factor like the Warsong Clan, neither for the tribe nor for other races, will do it any good!"

"I agree with that, but we don't need war to solve all this!!" Gianna shouted. "I've convinced Varian that he's on his way here!

"Do you think it's okay?" Benny looked at Sal. "Do you think you can negotiate a complete withdrawal of Ashengu from Ashenvale, and then completely integrate into your 'new tribe'?"

"Speak!" Gianna looked anxiously at Sal. "Tell him we can!"

"I'm sorry, Gianna. Sal sighed. "We can't. ”

The Warsong Clan is currently the only clan that is outside the 'New Tribe', and the other orcs have long regarded the 'Clan' very lightly, only the Warsong Clan stubbornly maintains its own traditions, and even completely separates its own race from the tribe. (To be continued.) )