The Hammer Ogre Clan was once a loyal lackey of the Orcs during the Second Orc War, but when the Orcs retreated all the way to the Cursed Lands, the Hammer Ogres turned their backs on their masters and hid in the mountains to the west of the Cursed Lands, where they evaded the Coalition's hunt.

Later, after the alliance army returned to the north with a large number of orc captives, these scum who escaped the catastrophe built their own nests in the mountains, and came out to raid from time to time to make a living, but due to the complex terrain of the western mountains and the lack of military strength of the watchtower, the alliance has not been able to successfully exterminate them, and when the kingdom of Lordaeron was destroyed, the watchdog had no spare strength to deal with them.

Now, the remnants of these old tribes have apparently found a new backer, and they can't wait to show their muscles in front of the demon master.

Like a flash torrent, ogres swarmed in from the gate and rushed straight towards the human front, all the demons that stood in their way were knocked away, and some of them were even trampled directly under their feet, letting out a scream of broken tendons.

The power of the ogres was too great, unlike the demons who came from afar almost empty-handed, the weapons in the hands of these ogres were all used to their own use, and the heavy mace wrapped in barbed iron was almost as thick as a tree trunk, and with a single sweep, the defenders in the front row were swept away, and even the strong dwarves were eclipsed in front of this great force.

But the big guys didn't get a chance to extend their success, for in the distant forts of the walls, the heavy ballista and dwarven artillery finally turned their muzzles and were ready to fire.

With the order of the officers, more than twenty artillery pieces and ballistae came to fire a salvo, but not to mention, the impact of the heavy rain on these heavy long-range weapons was too great, the ballistae were better, they were just a little soft crossbow strings, but they were finally fired. But the dwarven artillery was much more embarrassed, and even if it was tightly covered by tarpaulin, more than two-thirds of the artillery did not fire because of the dampness of the gunpowder.

But even so, it was enough for the ogre. More than one ogre was pierced by a giant crossbow bolt, and those who were hit by the cannonballs were even worse, they directly lost the part of their flesh that was hit, and the originally invincible ogre was caught off guard, and his arrogance suddenly dropped a lot.

But these casualties were not enough to deter the ogres, and after an initial brief panic, the ogres attacked again. This time, there were no ballistas or artillery to stop them, as it would take at least a quarter of an hour for these heavy weapons to be rewound and reloaded.

"Send a signal to the mages!" Commander Waynes commanded directly. Even filling in the reserves may not be able to stop the ogre's onslaught, and he directly turned over his hole cards. Now we can't wait to see the opponent's hole cards, and if we don't stop these ogres, the battle line is going to collapse.

Behind him, the herald sounded his horn again.

Almost in the next second, the towers in the city lit up with a magical light, and when the dazzling blue light flashed, three mages who had been ready to attack appeared on the city walls.

He didn't ask who the enemy was, because everything was clear in front of him. As soon as they were teleported, the mages began to cast spells. Red magical light shone between their fingers, the air around them was violently transpiring and twisting like flames, even the rain was evaporated, and the sudden flame storm swirled around the mages, as if they were covered with a layer of flame robes, and their beards and hair turned like flames, fluttering and dancing with the wind. The red fire elementals converged in the air, and when they condensed to a critical point, the summoned fireball suddenly appeared above the mage's outstretched fingertips. With a beeping pop, the fireballs quickly swelled to the size of a watermelon. Under the control of the mages' mental power, these huge fireballs flew out from their fingertips, drawing a trail that lit up the night sky, and fell among the ogres who were killing wildly.

With a violent explosion, more than one ogre was blown away, torn to pieces by the powerful force. Far from the center of the explosion, the ogres that had been stuck to the scattered sparks were also ignited, and burned as if they had been stained with fire oil, and no amount of rolling or fluttering could extinguish the flames of the magic, but stained them all over their bodies. A few minutes later, several more flaming human-shaped torches were on the battlefield.

"Well done,"

"One more time!"

The pressure on the retreating defenders who had just been beaten was greatly reduced, and many people couldn't help but cheer loudly.

As if in response to their cheers, a second wave of fireballs fell from the sky and fell mercilessly on top of the ogre's head, then a third. Waynes turned the mage's barrage of spell attacks into his own chance. He reorganized the defensive ranks and propped up the shield wall, and at this time, the reserves that had received the order finally arrived to replenish their losses, and even the ballistas and dwarven artillery that had been reloaded were re-fired. Under such a dense ranged attack, the ogre lost almost half of it.

Everything seemed to be going in a good direction, but just when everyone was about to breathe a sigh of relief, something changed dramatically.

Several slender figures suddenly appeared beside the mages on the city wall, because it was an emergency teleportation before, and these mages did not have a single guard by their side at this time!

As the people watched in horror, the slender figures who had just appeared raised their slender arms and rested on the mages' shoulders. Their fingertips, like lovers, caressed the mages' cheeks gently, as if the protective flames on their bodies were completely absent.

Casting focus has always been an extremely important ability for mages. Because the more powerful a spell is, the more damage it does when it is interrupted. Just like now, almost all three mages were disturbed by the sudden appearance of enemies, but they were affected differently depending on the level of their casting focus.

The eldest of them even took the initiative to cancel the fireball technique that was brewing in his hand the moment the enemy appeared, and replaced it with a frost nova with a completely opposite genus, imprisoning the demon close to him in the ice ring. The youngest mage behaved as if it were a disaster, just a gentle touch, and suddenly he lost control of his magic in fright, and countless flames erupted from his mouth, from under his skin, from every part of his body.

The young mage frantically waved his hands and let out an inhuman scream as he struggled to escape his doom, but the flames engulfed him mercilessly, and in just a few breaths, the promising mid-level mage had been transformed into a flaming humanoid torch. The torch screamed and tumbled, but the flames burned from within, and no one could extinguish it from the outside, and after a few screams, the torch finally fell and burned quietly on the ground, the last masterpiece of the mage.

"Hell, it turns out that this is the last hole card of the demons!" Commander Waynes cursed in frustration, but he couldn't think of anything he could do to save the situation in front of him except for a decisive battle.

He slowly drew the long sword at his waist.