The arrows of the alliance slanted down like a rainstorm.

Densely packed like a swarm of locusts, countless arrows swooped down on the rushing tribal soldiers. In an instant, as if harvested by an invisible scythe, the tribal team was slashed down by a layer. Tribal soldiers who don't like shields have paid the price for their willfulness, whether it's Red Ridge Mountain or Night Town, countless orc warriors have fallen under the powerful crossbows of humans, but they have not changed.

Proper sacrifice is necessary, and great orc warriors don't need what cowards would use!

The orcs rushed past the corpses of their comrades with almost frantic speed, and before the Alliance soldiers could load their second crossbow arrows, a green frenzy had already surged around them. The fanatical orcs brandished their weapons and roared wildly, and many soldiers even threw their weapons at the camp not far away. The heavy tomahawk slashed through the thick logs, leaving terrifying grooves. The shock of the chiseling made many of the soldiers' legs weak, and a few of the recruits who had never been on the battlefield even tried to flee in a frenzy.

Then, they were beheaded without hesitation by the Warlords behind them.

"Those who dare to run away will be killed!"

The orcs advanced too fast, far faster than Lothar could have imagined. Beside Lothar, Khadgar looked at the commander beside him with some anxiety, and tried to open his mouth several times but swallowed it back.

Although the form is not optimistic, this is not the time for the royal mage group under his command to make a move. The orc caster had not yet appeared, and even Khadgar, who had not received a day's military education, knew what it meant to reveal the location of his own caster.

All he could do was watch the situation deteriorate.

"If only I had been stronger......" muttered to himself, and a different kind of brilliance suddenly appeared in Khadgar's eyes as he looked at the battlefield. Calming his already chaotic breathing, he pulled out a spell book from his ring and looked at it at a glance. At this moment, the almost crazy magical talent that Medivan had given him was instantly used to the extreme, and the echo of arcane magic rippled in his eyes, and at this moment, Khadgar seemed to have a glimmer of realization.

At the same time, the front.

The frenzied orcs were finally restrained, and the trap that had been laid in front of the camp worked. The three-meter-square trap was filled with upside-down wooden stakes, and the sharpened wooden thorns pointed to the sky, but if any orc fell into it, he would surely die.

Most of the antlers buried in the ground were difficult to pull out even with the strength of the orcs, and the orcs who stopped in front of these obstacles slowed down, trying to use their weapons to smash these nasty stakes, but the orcs behind them did not give them such a chance. They were thrust against those sharp spikes, using their bodies as shields, slamming into everything in front of them.

Due to their physique, many orcs will not die completely even if they are penetrated through their bodies. In the final stages of their lives, they seem to have finally found a glimmer of clarity, from the sanity they had not drunk the demon's blood. But their companions, without hesitation, ran and crushed them, without the slightest dodge for assistance. In their eyes, there is only a thirst for blood. Not the sanity of the bloodthirsty sanity of the shaman, but a beastly brutality.

The hands of the human soldiers holding the crossbow began to tremble, and their morale dropped wildly as they looked at the monsters with arrows on their bodies and bloody faces on their bodies. For most of them, the real opponents they had to face were nothing more than soldiers from other human kingdoms, with only a few fighting with scattered trolls. But even those man-eating monsters have never been like the beasts they are facing now...... Terror.

Filling the trench with corpses and breaking through obstacles with their bodies, a third of the orc warriors fell a few hundred meters in front of the camp under the strong bows and crossbows. Most of the remaining orcs were wounded. But the morale of the two is completely different. The orcs who suffered heavy casualties were vigorous, while the humans who were in the upper position were particularly sluggish.

Lacking even the rudimentary siege tools, the orcs clumsily climbed awkwardly through the log walls with their weapons. The stakes and boulders at the head of the city fell like money, but these weapons that were lethal to humans were not very useful to orcs. The smashed orcs were stunned for a moment before they were able to recover. However, there are fewer and fewer city defense weapons on the city's head. The rate of fire of the crossbow could no longer match the speed of the orcs, and finally, the first orc climbed to the top of the city.

The spear pierced the orc's heart, and in the soldier's somewhat smug roar, the orc, who should have died, suddenly swung the war hammer in his hand. In an instant, the two human soldiers were smashed into the distance. There was a gap at the head of the city, and then, second, third...... A blinding green poured into Stormwind's blue armor, and the walls were thrown into chaos, as more and more tribal soldiers joined the melee. The already low morale of the human soldiers has become more and more low, and some soldiers have even begun to attack the existence of the Overseers.

And at this moment, the originally closed gate suddenly opened.

The orcs who were trying to climb were stunned, and then they roared and jumped off the wall, crowded like a swarm of moving ants to the gate of the wall. But then they heard the rumbling sound of horses' hooves. Unlike the sound of the cavalry encountered before, this time, the sound of the horse's hooves galloping was particularly heavy and powerful, and the dull drum beat seemed to beat in the hearts of every orc. Immediately after, they saw a golden streamer rushing out of the gate, and without even seeing each other's appearances, the huge impact knocked an orc out of the way, using his body to open a narrow path. And then, behind the golden lightning, the heavily armored knights followed their leader in unison, rushing out with an indomitable momentum. Shoji's spear made it impossible for the orcs to even have a chance to touch them, and they were stabbed to death. And even if someone died in battle, their formation was not scattered in the slightest.

Like a giant thorn cone, Lothar and his knights easily pierced the orcs' already modest ranks. Turning the horse's head, putting the formation in formation, and once more, with Lothar as the arrow, the Knights began a second assault.

The Iron Horse Brotherhood, originally one of the trump cards in Lothar's hands, did not expect to be forced to hand over in the first encounter.

The strength of the orcs is even more terrifying than he imagined.

Although they are not afraid of death, these two clans as cannon fodder are only third-rate goods among the orcs, and they don't even have a chance to resist in the face of the Iron Horse Brotherhood. Ogrim, who was sitting on the ground with his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes, while the adjutant beside him bent down and whispered:

"Great Chief, more than two-thirds of the battle is lost."

"Alright, blow the trumpet, let them retreat." Standing up, Orgrim took the hammer of destruction and walked over to his beloved wolf. Stroking the soft fur of the wolf, he turned and said to the adjutantant:

"Inform the wolf cavalry, prepare to attack!"