As soon as the countless troop carriers rushed to the beach, the orc warriors on board couldn't wait to jump off.

Orcs are impenetrable landlubbers, and they're fed up with wandering at sea.

At this time, the fleet finally reached its destination, and the orcs could no longer hold back, and hurriedly jumped into the water, running deep and shallow, in the direction of the beach.

On the high ground not far from the coast, the ready Alliance army has been waiting here for a long time.

Lothar looked at the orcs who were about to land on the seashore, and her eyes radiated with hatred.

These damn bandits are ugly, tall, and strong, just like they were when they stormed Stormwind a few months ago.

If anything, the equipment of these orcs has changed a lot.

Their original ** or animal skin bodies have now been replaced with crude iron cuirasses, and the rudimentary weapons such as wooden clubs, stone hammers or stone axes they carry in their hands have also become swarthy iron hammers, iron rods and other more durable iron weapons.

These pieces of equipment were built not long after the orc tribe was built.

They had previously occupied the dwarven territory of Kazmodan, and in addition to using the iron ore excavated by the dwarves to build troop carriers, the remaining iron ore was used to build equipment for tribal warriors.

However, due to the limitations of time and forging technology, most of these equipment are bulky and crude, and the only benefit is that they are sturdy and durable.

Lothar closed her eyes, calmed down for a moment, then opened her eyes and raised her right hand, and said calmly, "Get the archers ready!" ”

Seeing Lothar's movements, the captains of the teams in charge of commanding the ranks of archers began to give orders: "Draw the bow!" ”

When the alliance archers heard the order, they quickly drew their longbows to the full, and their sharp arrows flashed with cold light pointed diagonally in the direction of the sky.

When the two armies face off like this, the bow and arrow suppression can only be done by projectile.

Projectiles allow archers to shoot longer, and can also dodge frontal protection such as enemy shields, creating greater damage from top to bottom.

Of course, the projectile is not a random shot, it needs to be raised to the same angle by the archers.

In this way, it is possible to ensure that most of the arrows hit within a fixed range, thus forming a concentrated coverage shot.

Since the Alliance now had more time to prepare than it had in its original history, they had already determined the angle of the projectile by test firing before the orc fleet arrived.

By this time, the number of orcs who had poured onto the beach had reached a certain number, and they began to assemble in small formations, and then stepped on the gravel on the beach and headed for land.

When the orcs were within range of the archers determined at the time of the test shot, Lothar waved his hand down and ordered loudly: "Shoot the arrows!" ”

Sou! Sou! Sou!

The Coalition's archers loosened their bowstrings, and thousands of arrows were shot into the air like locusts.

When the arrows flew to the highest point, they began to descend rapidly, and a dense rain of arrows fell on the heads of the orcs who had just landed.

Because the formation of those orcs just now was relatively dense, this wave of arrow rain attacks received a good effect.

Nearly a third of the orcs were hit by arrows, and even some orcs who were unlucky enough to be shot directly died on the spot.

In the case of a normal team, such a casualty rate would have seriously affected the morale of the entire team, but these orcs were not affected by the injuries or deaths of their comrades, on the contrary, they became more violent.

Because the orcs who came to Azeroth drank the demonic blood of Manolos, most of them became bloodthirsty and warlike as a result.

While these orcs aren't afraid of a rain of arrows from Alliance archers, that doesn't mean they're waiting to be shot.

The orcs on the beach quickened their march, and the Blood Guards in the ranks began to give the order to attack: "Charge! (Note: Blood Guardian is one of the ranks of the Orc Tribe, equivalent to a lieutenant in the Alliance.) ）

“Lok’Tar_Ogar！” (Orc language: Victory, death.) ）

"Blood and thunder!"

"For the Hammer of Doom!"

Shouting various slogans, the orcs began to charge at the Alliance army not far away.

The speed of the orc's short dash was so fast that the Alliance archers only had time to shoot a second wave of arrows before the orcs were almost out of range of the bow's test shot.

"The enemy is coming! All units are ready to fight! Lothar shouted.

"Line up! Raise your shields! Form a shield wall! ”

The sword and shield soldiers, who had already been ready, came to the front of the group, erected the half-human steel shield in front of them according to the commander's order, inserted the lower tip of the shield into the ground to fix it, and then knelt down on one knee and arched their bodies, firmly resting their shoulders against the back of the shield.

The spearmen in the back then raised their spears, sharp tips sticking out of the gaps in their shields.

Not long after the Alliance's team formed the shield wall, the first group of orcs to land had already rushed in front of them.

"Hold on!"

The charging orcs slammed into the Alliance's shield wall with great impact, only to be blocked like waves crashing into a.

Only a few places were knocked out of the gaps, but they were quickly replenished by the soldiers in the back.

The orc's charge was aborted, and the spears in the gaps in the shield wall took a toll on them.

At this time, Lothar raised the heavy sword in his hand and shouted to Tulayan and Uther beside him: "Follow me and destroy these evil and ugly fellows!" ”

After saying that, he took the lead and led the cavalry team behind him to bypass both sides of the shield wall, and began to outflank and encircle this group of orcs.

The orcs who had been intercepted by the shield wall could no longer maintain their formation, let alone stop the human cavalry coming from both wings.

Lothar's cavalry team was like a sharp knife that slammed into the orcs, completely disrupting their formation.

Lothar wielded the heavy sword in his hand, reaping the lives of one orc after another.

His combat skills are very proficient, and most ordinary orc warriors rely on strength rather than skill to fight, so they can hardly parry Lothar's attacks.

But Lothar's bravery soon caught the attention of the other orcs, and more orcs began to approach him, trying to drag him off his horse and smash him into meat sauce.

"Protect the marshal!" Not far away, Tulayan struggled to knock down the orcs around him with his hammer, and began to try to control his horse to get closer to Lothar.

At this time, a figure had already taken the lead in riding to Lothar's side, and Turayan took a closer look, and it turned out to be his paladin companion - Uther.

Uther's faith was devout and strong, and as a result, he became a paladin with the power of the Light.

Tulajan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Uther, believing that this reliable companion would be able to protect the marshal.