There was a light rain under the grey sky, the occasional thunderstorm rolling through the clouds, and the temperature was still chilling. In such weather, Ares stood tall in front of the Alliance Legion on his warhorse. Rain trickled down the armor and soaked the robes and saddles. In front of him is the endless Dongyong Lake, which is only the size of a palm in the game, but in the real world, it is like an ocean. There is no end in sight.

Ares was waiting, and today was the day he agreed to make peace with Sarufar.

Ever since the last time the old orcs were released, the Alliance had been waiting for a response from the Horde's counterpart. Is it war or peace? The Horde raided the dwarven camp and killed thousands of Ironforge soldiers, and the Alliance fought back in time, killing a comparable number of Horde soldiers. But everyone knows that this is not the time for a fight, otherwise the Scourge will take advantage of the situation to wipe out the Alliance and the Horde. In that case, the Northern Expedition would be unsuccessful, and neither the Horde nor the Union would have the opportunity to set foot on Northrend soil in the future.

The stakes were high, and Varian finally agreed to Ares' approach after calming down. And now, they are waiting for the final response of the tribe, through Sarufar.

"Brother, let's make a bet, do you think the tribe will choose peace or war? I bet the tribes will not make peace, and if they fail, they will do everything in their power to make amends. This is the character of the orcs. ”

Varian rode over on a tall ironclad horse and asked calmly beside Ares.

"I don't bet with you, it seems to me that the number of people from the tribe's main war faction is equal to the number of people from the main peace faction. However, that was once upon a time, and since Garrosh came to power, the Horde Expeditionary Force has been inclined to settle everything by war. But Sarufar was still influential; There are still many orcs who identify with him and are willing to follow him. So, it's hard to say. Wait here quietly, brother, to fight or not to fight, today. Whether you fight to the death under the nose of the Lich King, or unite and march into Icecrown Glacier is up to today. ”

In the face of Varian's bet, Ares just calmly analyzed. At the same time, what he said was indeed what he thought, the Battle of Donghuhu, whether to fight or not to fight, is today.

"May Sarufar not be too merciful."

Ares sighed.

Soon, there was movement on the horizon in the distance. Thousands of orcs, trolls, and minotaurs appeared at the end of sight in scattered steps. The flaming battle flags and earth-shattering war drums already foreshadowed everything - they didn't want peace......

"You leave me with no choice, brain-dead ......"

Pulling the reins tight, Ares growled.

Immediately, the alliance blew its horn, and the blue battle flag fluttered in the wind. On the shore of Dongyong Lake, two powerful teams started a real bloody battle......

Almost along the shores of the lake, the Confederates and Hordes were arrayed separately. Flaming red battle flags were planted in every corner of the tribal army, and with the roars of orcs and minotaurs, the icy shore of the winter hugging lake was completely ablaze.

On the Alliance's side, heavy tanks and hoplites from Ironforge formed the first front, ready to meet the onslaught of the Horde. Weensa's Ranger troop stood at the front of the line, firing a rain of arrows. As guerrilla troops, they will retreat before and after the melee infantry has begun, and withdraw to the flanks or rear to support the main army in battle.

The Horde, like the Alliance, was next to the Dongyong Lake on one side, and no soldiers could bypass the lake to raid the enemy's rear. As a result, the victory or defeat on the land side almost determines the victory or defeat of the whole field. To that end, Hellroar placed his most powerful legion of wolf cavalry and the most striking Kodomon on the flanks. Prepare to storm the Alliance Knights with savage force.

The Alliance, too, has its most elite units, the Stormwind Heavy Cavalry and the Lordaeron Knights, flanked them.

Varian meant that as long as Ares resisted the onslaught of the Horde's wolf cavalry and Kodomon, he would be able to lead the Seventh Legion against the Horde and break up the enemy army from the midway. But Ares doesn't have much hope for the league's defence. Every battle with the Horde is ultimately decided by the long-range artillery unit and the knight unit, and this time is no exception...... The fighting power on the ground of the tribe should not be underestimated.

The tribe and the alliance, nearly 200,000 people, lined up on the shore of Donghug Lake to fight, and the reason was just because of a bunch of treasures. It has to be embarrassing. Ares even suspected that this was a deliberate trap set by the Lich King, so that the Horde and the Alliance would turn against each other, so that he could use the sword to kill people...... Yes, after the hard work, these mangled corpses will all become minions of the Lich King......

The epic bloody battle kicked off with the sound of horns.

No howls of the undead, no whispers of the lich, only majestic horns, only boiling blood, this is a pure battle between Alliance and Horde.

Braving the bombardment of Union artillery, Garrosh. Hellroar personally leads the horde army in a charge.

It was a bloody battle, a charge without hesitation. Thirty thousand tribal warriors, led by Hellroar, slaughtered the Alliance positions. The dust rolled up was like a sandstorm.

A rain of arrows from both sides filled the gloomy sky. The Wyvern and Gryphon take off separately and mingle in the air......

The roar of the beast was accompanied by a muffled thunder that resounded through the winter hugging lake sky.

The alliance wizards collectively cast spells, and one by one the hot meteorites pierced the clouds and rained down from the sky with long tails of flames, like a doomsday judgment, smashing into the earth.

The moment the boulder hit the ground, countless pieces of rubble flew and the flames were like a heat wave. But this attack is nothing at all for the warriors of the Horde. Even if they were crushed, they couldn't stop them from charging.

The earth trembled, and the roars of orcs and minotaurs echoed through the sky.

Finally, at great distance, the elven rangers of Quel'Salas began to retreat. The regular legionary infantry of Ironforge and Stormwind were well-trained, crossed positions, and within the dense alliance phalanx, long and narrow passages for archers to retreat appeared in an instant.

After the last Elven Ranger left the front line, the Alliance's shield walls closed again. At the same time, the horde army also rushed in front of it...... They are like roaring beasts, rushing floods, slaughtering the Great Wall of Steel of the Alliance.

The next moment, blood light erupted, and the roars and shouts of killing shook the sky.

Countless Alliance soldiers and Tribal warriors rushed together in anger. It's like a black tide crashing head-on into a blue dam. The impact is immense. The first row of warriors of the Alliance was knocked over by the powerful impact of the Horde almost instantly. The shield walls of the soldiers crumbled in an instant, their bodies were violently slammed, their internal organs shattered, their flesh blurred, and their armor trampled beyond recognition......