"For the Horde!"

Varok. Sarufar yelled.

The horde army behind him poured into the Alliance's position like a surging flood. The sun burrowed into the dark clouds, and the whole sky was dark.

As the horde army charged, countless orc catapults threw burning boulders from the rear of the position, and a whistling sound rang out, and the sky was suddenly illuminated by a rain of meteor fire.

Gianna stood on the top of the hill, overlooking the entire battlefield, and the black and oppressive tribal army was encircling from three sides, rushing towards the alliance phalanx.

Immediately, the admiral's daughter, Gianna. Prodmore gave the order to open fire in all its hands.

In an instant, on the highland fortress, thousands of Union artillery guns fired in unison, and the roaring sound of artillery fire resounded throughout the mountain. Countless cannons were fired from above, hitting the densest places in the orc army.

At the same time that the orcs' flaming boulders fell into the Alliance's positions, the Alliance's cannonballs smashed into the horde's billowing crowd.

For a moment, flesh and blood flew sideways, countless orc warriors were blown away by the high-speed flying alliance cannons, stumps and broken arms were sprinkled from the air, and the rain of blood mixed with dirt and yellow sand poured on the heads of each orc warrior, a real bloody charge.

If there's one mood that can describe the scene at hand, it's shock!

"Steady!"

Dalin stood at the back of the alliance phalanx, shouting with all his might.

All the Alliance infantry unfurled their steel shields outwards in unison, and suddenly, countless steel shields formed a shining silver-white city wall, shining with flickering white light in the sunlight!

At the same time, the sky was filled with the sound of locusts whistling, and countless arrows flew over the heads of the Alliance warriors, overwhelmingly towards the rolling crowd of the tribe.

However, this could not stop the charge of the tribe at all, and the orcs and minotaurs let out a beastly roar, the earth trembled, and the war song rang out. The next moment, the horde army was like a rolling green wave, surging towards the blue position of the alliance.

When tens of thousands of orcs and minotaur armies rushed into the alliance position, at this moment, time seemed to stand still.

Blood and scraps of flesh flew everywhere, and countless Alliance warriors screamed and were knocked to the ground by the savage orcs and minotaurs, and their emaciated bodies were directly trampled and crushed by the minotaur warriors mercilessly.

Sarufar fought furiously in the crowd, his battle axe waved like a meat grinder in the crowd, the Alliance soldiers were dismembered one after another under the frantic slaughter of the orc berserkers, countless stumps and broken arms fell in front of Sarufar, and the blood of the Alliance infantry sprinkled on the face of the old orc warrior, constantly dripping down his face, as if he himself was from the devil of hell.

A human infantryman tried to attack Sarufar from behind, and he almost succeeded, the blade of his sword passed through Sarufar's waist, leaving a deep wound and blood pouring out of the cut. Sarufar turned around and saw that the human soldier who had attacked him was still a child, with a childish face and trembling hands. However, on the battlefield, nothing could make him put down the butcher knife. With a roar of rage, the king walked over and knocked down the heavily armed human infantry with a single punch. The double-edged battle axe in his hand followed, and this time, it almost split the human infantry on the ground in two. The boy's chest was cut in half, and the beating heart could be faintly seen, and a large amount of blood was pouring out of it.

On the other side, the Minotaur's attack was even more ferocious, and the Alliance's shield wall phalanx almost collapsed under the Minotaur's ferocious attack. The Great Chieftain Bloodhoof clenched his oak stick in both hands and waved it savagely. The oak stick, the thickness of an old tree's trunk, was in Kane. Bloodhoof's hand was swung like a toy, and any living thing that stood in his way was smashed to pieces in an instant. A human infantryman reloads his ammunition in front of Bloodhoof, but before he can finish reloading, the Great Chief's stick whizzes at him, sending the human infantryman flying into the crowd. Leaving behind a pool of splattered blood.

Several Alliance infantry attempted to besiege the Minotaur chieftain, but were trampled by Bloodhoof's direct battle and flew away.

The huge body and huge hooves of the bull stepped on the ground, forming a powerful shockwave, and the Kul Tiras soldiers, who had never fought with the minotaurs, were obviously stunned by the sight before them. The hands of the infantrymen were trembling, and the tips of their spears did not even dare to stab their own enemies.

However, there are always veterans, veterans of the Alliance under Dalin and werewolf warriors of Gilneth who once again stepped up at a critical moment.

"For the Alliance!"

The League veteran shouted. The second line of defense was again organized in a short time. The trembling hands, the blood-soaked faces, did not change the resolute eyes of the veterans.

In the direction of the minotaurs and orc infantry, the Union hoplites resolutely rose head-on.

Dai Lin took out two pistols and shot at the orc in front of him, blood splashing on his face and body layer by layer. In less than a few minutes, the Alliance Commander was already standing in his own ranks like a bloody man. The orcs who had fallen from the bullet beside him had already formed a circle.

Jean transforms into a werewolf form, fighting wildly.

The sharp claws pierced into the orc's chest, and then before the other party could react, the wolf king had already withdrawn his claws, swung again, and two steely claws swept past the orc's head, cutting off a complete head! Blood splashed, and the wolf king roared, as if he had been reborn in a pool of blood.

The Allies fought bloodily, and on the high ground, Gianna summoned a meteorite storm almost with tears in her eyes. The originally cloudy sky suddenly appeared a red crimson cloud. With a surge of magical energy, a flaming meteorite broke through the clouds and fell from the sky.

It was so dazzling that even Thrall's eyes widened as he watched the meteorite meteorite smash straight into his army.

After the meteorite landed, a terrifying roar came, and you could see that the center of the flint landed, a dazzling firelight rose, and a shock wave suddenly spread from the place where the meteorite landed. The orcs were screaming and running around with flames on their bodies......

The Coalition's artillery was still roaring, and the Horde's catapults were still throwing flaming boulders. Arrows and bullets fell into the crowd and soon disappeared again. It's like countless pieces of gravel falling into the sea, and it can't even ripple a little!

"Steady! Fight to the end! ”

Dalin yelled again. His throat was already thirsty, and his voice was hoarse from the prolonged roar.

But the commander of the alliance still stuck to his position, inspiring the soldiers around him to fight bloodily. Even if the blood is dry, never retreat!

A bloodied, berserk orc rushed over as Dalin was engrossed in commanding the legion, his axe almost landing on the Admiral's helmet. At the last moment, a large sword with a shining body blocked the place where the orc axe fell, and with the surge of holy light, Ares deflected the blade, and the ash messenger swept out, knocking the orc warrior in front of him to the ground with a sword, and then, before the orc warrior got up, he strode forward, holding the sword with both hands, and a fierce stab, shining golden holy sword pierced the heart of the orc warrior!