Chapter 62: Killing and Desire (Page 1/1)

"Dense formation, overall advancement!"

Varian commanded in a loud voice. In front of them, tens of thousands of Stormwind legionnaires took a step forward. Blue flags flutter in the wind under the night sky. In the air, the dwarven airships slowly moved forward, like giant beasts breaking out of the clouds. With the roar of mechanical operation, approaching the Horde's camp.

At the same time, the Knights of the Silver Hand, led by Ares, marched on both flanks to protect the main legion of Stormwind.

In this way, the army of 100,000 alliances pressed against the scattered battlefield of the tribe with overwhelming momentum. The mountain, which was occupied by the Horde army, was about to face the indiscriminate bombardment of the Alliance's air fleet.

"Garrosh. Hell roars, you must retreat! We don't have an air force that can stand up to the Alliance. Even on land, we can fight them. ”

Sarufar turned around and roared at Hell, the commander-in-chief of the Horde Expeditionary Force.

However, seeing that the fruits of victory were about to be in hand, Hell Roar did not want to give up. He roared, howling in beastly pain.

Finally, he still couldn't restrain the bloodlust and impulse in his heart.

"No, I'm going to fight him."

Hell roars with clenched teeth and growls low.

Immediately, under his orders, all the warriors of the tribe regrouped, and they were ready to charge bloodily......

"Warriors of the tribe, you are all warriors sent by various clans, for the glory of the tribe, today, we gather here to declare war on the alliance! This ancient oath, for the sake of the tribe, we will stain the battlefield with blood, and for the sake of the tribe, we will fight bloodily! Blood and glory! ”

Roar, roar, roar......

The crowd erupted in a long-lasting battle cry.

Immediately, in the face of the alliance's artillery fire, tens of thousands of tribal warriors began to charge......

The earth seemed to tremble, and the roars of tens of thousands of orcs and minotaurs resounded in the night sky...... At the same time, under the cover of night, the sound of Union artillery was constantly sounding, shells fell on the top of the mountain, in the valley, on the slopes of the mountain, the fire was everywhere, and the sound of explosions was incessant. Dense shells fell to the ground, splashing dust several people high.

From time to time, tribal warriors fell during the charge, they were wounded by artillery, shot, and blood splattered. Some of the fighters were directly knocked out by the high-speed flying shells, their shields and armor shattered to pieces, and some had their arms and thighs blown off, and they were bleeding on the way to the charge...... Others, their heads were shattered by powerful dwarven cannons. Half of his body collapsed on the sprinting trail, his internal organs exposed in his shattered shell......

Blood watered the land, down streams and valleys, into Dongyong Lake. It was a curse of blood, and all who came to this land had to fight endlessly, even relatives and lovers, not to mention just two camps with a fragile covenant.

Varian swung his sword and roared, and in a short time, he joined the battle himself.

The orcs roared and rushed towards the Alliance's positions, the sound of battle cries and clashing weapons reverberated through the sky. Not far away, the heights where the Alphabet Vanguard of Arrin and Ironforge were located had completely fallen, and the Heights had become the commanding heights of the Horde, and the Dwarven Vanguard had been almost completely wiped out. Ares didn't know how many Copperbeard Dwarves had survived, but he hoped he would have time to save them anyway......

The mages unleashed meteorites from above, and when the dense orc army confronted the alliance phalanx, blazing meteorites wrapped in flames fell from the sky, burning the entire battlefield with anger against the orcs.

The rubble wounded many of the tribal warriors, but many more were burned by the flames...... The formation of the tribe's scattered charge seemed to be correct at this time......

On the front-line battlefield where the blood mist is flying, Hell Roar clenches the battle axe, and slashes bloodthirsty, each blow chops a human infantry into flesh and blood, and the plate armor, chain mail, and leather armor all become fragile in the face of the terrifying blood roar, which is not worth mentioning.

Hellroar even sliced open the neck of an Alliance soldier with an axe, the blade of which bit deep into the torso, splitting the sternum...... The human soldier died almost instantly. Hellroar, on the other hand, stepped on the corpse and pulled out his blood-stained weapon, watching a large amount of blood gush out of the bloody wound, and Hellroar felt extremely satisfied.

In his eyes, this is the battlefield of the orcs.

A shot slashed across the sky and struck him in the shoulder, but the shoulder guards blocked some of the damage, causing the arrow to only dig a little into the flesh. Glancing at the wound on his shoulder, Hellroar brutally pulled out the arrow, staining his shoulder red with blood. For the orcs, this is just the beginning, and the pain will spur them into even more bloodthirsty battles!

Hellroar even had the thought in his heart that the tribe under Thrall's leadership was too weak, even though they had been freed from the demonic curse.

He roared in rage, nearly bursting the eardrums of the human soldiers around him. Immediately, the sharp tomahawk smashed down, slashing through the head of the Alliance soldier in front of him, and along with the helmet, it was deformed, and blood gushed out of the recessed helmet......

Courage and bloodlust gave the orcs an advantage on local battlefields, but it could not determine the outcome of the entire battle. The orcs had just stormed the dwarven positions a few hours earlier, and the climb had consumed a lot of their stamina, and now they were going to turn around to deal with the Alliance's main phalanx. Many orcs are scrappy, however, patience can't keep up.

When the sound of the hurried hooves of the human ironclad cavalry was heard, the battle line of the tribe was loosened.

"Damn it!"

On the battlefield, the old warrior Sarufar cursed. He knew that once the front collapsed, so would the orcs. Even if the roar of hell is brave, but the warriors are not iron after all, their physical strength will have a limit, and on the front line, many orcs are not invincible to humans and dwarves, but because of the loss of physical strength, they are unable to resist the assassination and slashing of human swords.

"Woking, get your men to retreat."

Finally, Sarufar, who couldn't take it anymore, shouted to Woking, the leader of the Dark Spear beside him.

Woking now turned his head with a shocked expression. Then he stretched out his head and stared at Sarufar and said—

"But hell roars with orders......"

"Don't care about his orders, if the big chief blames him, I'll bear it!"

Sarufar roared.

"The warriors of the Horde cannot be buried at the hands of this reckless little general."

He continued.

Woking looked at Sarufar with reverence in his eyes. "I'll get Thrall to remove Hellroar from his duties, I sure, I promise." Woking whispered. Then he took out the bony horn he was carrying and blew it vigorously.

The Darkspear Troll Warriors, who heard the call to retreat, immediately withdrew from the battlefield. They had long wanted to retreat, not wanting to die with the orcs.

On the side, in order to cover the retreat of the large army, Sarufar picked up his heavy iron axe and rushed in the direction of the retreating crowd......

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