Although the defenders were already on guard, and some of the Cerberus were poked into meat skewers with spears before they could hit the ground, at least thirty or forty Cerberus still fell into the crowd.

With the frantic bite of the hellhound, the originally neat and tight array suddenly became chaotic. Although Commander Waynes made a quick decision to dispatch the reserves in advance, the irreparable damage was still caused before the Cerberus were all killed.

In the midst of a rush of chickens and dogs, a dwarven shield defender was dragged to the ground after being bitten by the ankle of Cerberus. Although the dwarf's sturdy shin armor protected his ankles from damage, a gap appeared in the otherwise tight shield wall due to his fall, and a blue Voidwalker had squeezed through the gap before the shield defenders in the back could fill in their positions.

The moment he rushed into the breach, the blue fat man unleashed his life-saving spell, the Shadow Barrier. A barely visible shield of shadow energy appeared around him, fending off the piercing of several sharp spears.

Strictly speaking, Voidwalkers are not demons. Born out of the dark and twisted void, they are formed by the accumulation of shadow energy, both in appearance and inside, more like energy lifeforms similar to the water and fire elementals. They can use their shadow energy to directly attack enemy souls, but the damage is negligible. The Burning Legion recruited them for another skill - due to the existence of the Shadow Barrier, a natural spell, they were more resistant to defeat than anyone else among the low-level demons. It's hard to kill them quickly, but because of their fat size, you can't completely ignore their entanglements, and they're literally "-stirring sticks" on the battlefield.

Behind this blue fat man, more demons rushed into the defender's array, like a group of demons dancing wildly, the fireballs thrown by the imps, the hideous teeth of the hellhounds, the heavy wooden clubs of the evil orcs, the sharp claws of the voidwalkers, and the various deformed arms of the modified Ganer, in a short period of time, the casualties caused exceeded the sum of the previous battles.

"Front, circular array, each fighting for itself!" The commander shouted.

For the seasoned defenders, this was far from the time of despair, as the columns of soldiers at the front of the legion moved rapidly, forming small circles of twelve-man squads, bleeding the incoming demons like jagged wheel saws.

The demons suddenly realized that the defenders had responded so quickly that they had imagined that humanity would flee without the demons slaughtering on a large scale. The situation they had to face was not much better than before, still with a sturdy shield and sharp spears. What's even more helpless for the demons is that due to the limitation of the width of the spatial rift, there are no powerful races like the Doom Guard, Hellfire, or even the Abyss Lord who have smuggled over this time. Even the orcs who have crossed over are empty-handed in order to reduce the difficulty of passing through the rift, and most of the large wooden sticks they hold in their hands after arriving in Azeroth are simple and made from local materials, which also leads to their lack of ability to attack fortifications.

At this time, the rain finally lightened, but the bloody battle did not subside, on the contrary, because the enemy could be seen more clearly, and the battle became more intense. Originally, the demons wanted to go around the street next to them to attack the defenders' flanks, but before they could get far, they found that there was already a group of defenders waiting for them in front of them - speaking of familiarity with the terrain, these newcomers were no match for the natives who lived here.

Relying on the cover of the shield wall, the human spearmen stabbed desperately outside the shield array, and there was no need to aim at all, because the shield wall was full of dense demons, and it was more difficult to stab than to stab. The stabbed demons let out a sharp or dull roar, which made the roots of people's teeth sour and creepy.

At this moment, the battlefield has long since turned into a melee, with the battle lines handing over and dogs and teeth being at odds. The frontal battlefield is dominated by humans and dwarves, but the defenders scattered into small circles are in a critical situation, although they rely on the formation to resist to the death, but the gap between the number of enemies and friends is not completely compensated by the circle array, just like a flood overflowing the island, from time to time a small circle array will be broken by the demons. The screams of the defenders were also heard.

The enemy and the enemy fought fiercely in the mud of rain and blood, and under the frenzied attack, both sides suffered casualties and bloodshed. Now the battle has become a contest of will and courage, and whoever can't withstand it first will be defeated and die.

The air was filled with the sweet smell of blood and the stench of sulfur, arrows and fireballs whizzed overhead, swords and minions clashed, shouts and roars mingled, and the whole battlefield boiled like boiling hot porridge. The wind that rose from this great whirlpool blew the rain and the lights to the ground.

But gradually, as the main human forces advanced, the demons found themselves helplessly retreating, and they were pressed back towards the gap in the collapsed wall, and some of the demons had even escaped from the gap. However, the gap was so narrow that some of the demons who couldn't squeeze through rushed to the fortress's gate and opened it from the inside—the gate was built with a side-to-side design instead of hinges up and down, allowing them to do so without having to climb the walls.

The archers—the dwarves had already dropped their dumb muskets and rushed to the front with axes and hammers—rushed up the ramps, shooting condescendingly, raining arrows over the demons' heads.

"Push harder, take these dogs. Mixed. Crush out of our fortress! Commander Waynes shouted loudly.

That's it? No, these cunning demons must have other tricks! More than one person thought so, and Waynes didn't believe it at all. Because all the time, the commander of the demons did not show his head. How could there be so many demonic attacks—more than one legion—without a single commander? Even across the battlefield, Waynes smelled of conspiracy, all of which seemed too much like the style of the Dreadlords.

He did not give the order to launch a counterattack on all fronts, but slowly pressed the battle line of the demons little by little, waiting for the enemy to turn over his hole cards.

He had made all the preparations, at the rear of the fortress, the lights were shining at the moment, the three reserve companies were already ready, ready to enter the battle at any time, and even the baggage battalions and craftsmen had already armed themselves and were ready to fight the demons to the death.

Sure enough, just as the demons were driven into the clearing under the city walls, everyone, whether demons or humans, or dwarves, heard the rumbling footsteps outside the city walls, and the footsteps were so heavy that it seemed as if even the walls and the ground were trembling.

"My lord, it's an ogre!"

"It's ogres, they're coming!"

"There are a hundred of them!"

The archers on the walls shouted at the top of their lungs into the city. Some of them did not wait for the order to be given, and began to shoot outside the walls.

"A hundred ogres, as scary as it sounds, is nowhere near enough to decide the outcome of a battle!" Commander Waynes only took a dozen seconds to think before raising his right hand.

Behind him, a herald raised his horn and blew it vigorously.