The tribe was retreating, but in the direction of the tide of the alliance, Sarufar rushed forward without saying a word.

The sharp axe in his hand was stained red with blood, and the armor on his body was also dyed dark red with blood and sweat, and in front of him was an endless blue ocean. The armor of the Alliance soldiers reflected an icy glow in the firelight. However, despite the danger, Sarufar insisted on doing so, and met him alone.

A dwarven musketeer lunged at him, and the bullet struck Sarufar in the abdomen, but the tribal armor protected Sarufar's body. He tightened his grip on his weapon, and the moment the dwarf charged, his heavy tomahawk slashed upward. The dwarf didn't have time to defend himself, and in an instant, the tomahawk sliced open his jaw from the bottom up, splitting his entire face in half, and blood and brains burst out......

The bloody picture is used to the old soldier, he has seen too many such pictures.

In the same way, his hands have been stained with too much human and elven blood.

The tribe was retreating, and at the same time, on the top of the hillside, a golden light like morning mist slowly appeared. That's the cavalry of the Union. To be exact, the Knights of the Alliance, the Paladins of Lordaeron...... The emblem of the twin eagles, symbolizing Lordaeron's past glory, is now back in Ares' hands.

In the brilliant golden light, the paladins swooped down the hillside on their warhorses.

In the face of a formidable enemy, Sarufar remained fearless. He must do what he can to save the lives of more orcs and trolls.

Confused by the crowd, he could no longer see where the roar of hell was. Of course, he didn't care where hell roared, the scum of that tribe. Sarufar tried to save as many soldiers as he could before the Alliance's pursuers arrived, knocking out the dwarves and human soldiers and pulling them out of the way...... Evacuate the battlefield as quickly as possible.

Amid the sound of the approaching horses' hooves, Sarufar calmly walked forward with his steps. He alone is a legion!

Wielding his tomahawk, he slashed at an Alliance soldier head-on.

The soldier raised his shield, but the tomahawk wildly split the shield, and with the sound of the iron armor being chopped, the tomahawk almost removed the arms of the human infantryman. The Alliance soldiers screamed in pain, blood gushing out.

However, just as Sarufar pulled out his battle axe and was about to give him a good time, the oncoming war horse forced the orc to take a step back, and he was almost knocked down by the warhorse. However, the agility he has honed over the years has allowed Sarufar to dodge well.

By the time he stepped forward again, ready to chop off the wounded man's head, the paladins had already surrounded him.

Sarufar looked around and saw that there were not many tribesmen around. They were all routed, under the onslaught of paladins and coalition cavalry. However, he still rescued many orcs on the spot. That's enough.

"Come on, then!"

The old orc let out a defiant roar. He held the axe in both hands, and his eyes were full of anger. But it is not the bloodthirsty and brutal of other orcs, but full of the brilliance of reason.

The first paladin rushed forward, his warhammer whistling with the wrath of the light, only to brush the orc's face, and the air whirred as the hammer slashed by. However, Sarufar's fighting skills were even more skilled, he leaned slightly sideways, and his lower legs violently exerted force, and the moment the paladin pounced, he used the brute force of his body to push the opponent to the ground.

But he didn't have a chance to pounce on the other party's life. Because more Union soldiers surrounded them.

As far as the eye could see, it was all blue and white Alliance armor and helmets.

The old orc roared angrily, and with all his might, spun a storm of blades through the crowd. Deadly arcs flashed, blood splattered in the air, and human warriors fell in front of Sarufar. That's how he used to slaughter Alliance soldiers, during the Orc Wars......

……

The battle lasted until dawn, and when the first rays of the morning sun fell on the earth, people saw the battlefield of Donghug Lake, which was strewn with corpses. At least 10,000 people died in this battle, including on the tribal side. Many of the corpses were still in their original form. The brutality of the orcs was outrageous, as many of the Union soldiers were nearly mutilated, either detached or mutilated. Some of the bodies were shattered, their entrails exposed in the cold air...... A flock of scavenging birds, attracted by the strong fishy smell, come from far and wide to peck at the flesh on the carcass...... The Coalition soldiers could only keep driving them away in order to try to make the dead brethren as decent as possible, even though most of them were already unrecognizable.

Ares climbed to the vantage point of the entire battlefield and looked at the makeshift fortifications built by the dwarves, and couldn't help but feel uneasy. One can imagine the desperation of the Copperbeard Dwarves in their final moments, outnumbered and forced into the hills, lined up in dense defensive formations to fend off the siege of the vicious orcs and minotaurs. But he didn't want to end up facing the brutal attack of the tribe's gasoline bombs.

"Great Lord, catch a high-ranking tribal general."

Just as Ares looked down at the blood in front of him, the guards brought in the latest inventory report. Last night, more than 1,200 Alliance soldiers were killed in battle, and the Horde suffered even more losses. Combined with the dwarves who died on the top of the mountain, the alliance lost more than 6,000 people in one night...... This figure is not devastating for the huge Alliance Expeditionary Force, but it is also the largest casualty since the expedition to Northrend. Five thousand dwarven warriors, behind this, at least 100,000 people are needed to produce and transport food and supplies for them. This was undoubtedly a great loss for the Ironforge side. Magni is going to go berserk, Ares is sure...... But he and Varian can't be blamed for this, he warned the dwarves, and Varian didn't agree with them doing so. It was the stubbornness of these dwarves that led to the end.

As for the captives, Ares was not interested, but when the guards mentioned the top tribal generals, Ares became interested. Perhaps some information could be obtained from him, some information about the Horde's military operations.

……

However, when Ares walked into the concentration camp, he found that the prisoners he had captured were not ordinary tribal prisoners of war. It's the famous tribal hero - Warok. Sarufar. I had seen him in Orgrimmar at the time, and he was next to Thrall.

And Sarufar quickly recognized Ares. He was covered in wounds, and Ares found that none of the melee wounds were fatal, but the injuries caused by those ranged weapons kept him immobile. He had arrow wounds on his thighs, ankles, shoulders, and chest. The arrow was pulled out, showing signs of the priest's treatment......

One can imagine what a price the Union soldiers paid last night to capture him. It was definitely the melee soldiers who could not defeat him, and in the end had to let the musketeers and archers fire dark arrows. Sarufar alone was enough to shock an entire squad of Union soldiers.