Lothar returned to the camp, glanced at the crowd, took off his helmet and threw it aside, his eyes infinitely gloomy. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info The orcs are still as tough as ever, and if you rely on these soldiers alone, it will be difficult for the orcs to retreat.

Andy was also slightly shocked by the combat power displayed by the orcs, who were obviously stronger than the orcs who invaded Kalimdor in the first place.

After this, the orcs entrenched themselves and began to attack actively, but the black hand did not commit all his forces at once, and he was quite afraid of the muskets.

The coalition side is also at a loss, not to mention taking the initiative to attack, even the passive defense is also very difficult, if it weren't for those dwarven musketeers, I'm afraid the camp would have been breached. However, the musket was limited, and only a few rows of musketeers could fire in turn, which undoubtedly reduced the intensity of the defense.

The heavy cavalry of Alsace, also under the orders of Lothar, went out to fight for a while. Although it is slightly stronger than the infantry, it is helpless in the face of the fierce orcs.

Since then, the entire battlefield has become a skirmish, with both sides avoiding excessive forces to avoid unnecessary casualties.

The routine attack of the orcs was over, and Andy stood by the fence of the camp, looking at the retreating orcs, and his heart was bitter. His own people are becoming more and more difficult to resist the attack of the orcs, and today they have lost a squadron of infantry.

Outside the camp, the corpses of the human coalition and the orcs were strewn all over the place, and the bright red blood sprinkled on the ground was in stark contrast to the snowfield. The soldiers who took care of the aftermath pulled back the bodies of their soldiers one by one, and then placed them neatly in the camp and covered with the prepared white cloth. The corpses of the orcs were exposed to the cold air, and the blood flowing from their bodies was also frozen in a layer of ice ballast.

It was overcast again, and snowflakes were falling. In this place, it snows almost every day, and sometimes the snow is so heavy that it is almost impossible to see.

In the afternoon, the snowflakes gradually became larger, and in just ten minutes, the corpses of the orcs and the shocking bloodstains that were still on the battlefield were covered by the snow, leaving no traces.

Andy glanced outside, and said in his heart that in this weather, the orcs would not attack again. But as soon as he turned around and thought about going back, in the orc camp a hundred meters away, there was a sudden earth-shattering roar, as if he was cheering something.

The roar of the orcs alarmed everyone in the coalition army, and those soldiers who were still resting also ran out of the tent and looked at the camp opposite in confusion.

"Roar" "Roar" "Roar"

There were several loud roars, huge sound waves that could almost penetrate people's eardrums, and each roar hit everyone's hearts.

Andy listened to the roar, his face changed in an instant, and he suddenly grabbed the horn on the chest of a soldier, put it to his mouth and blew it, three short and one long voice was urgent!

The surrounding soldiers were stunned when they heard the sound of the horn, and then they all reacted, ran back to pick up their equipment and ran back to the position.

"What's going on!" Lothar, who heard the sound of the trumpet, also ran out of the tent, but when she saw the orc's camp, she instantly understood.

"Oh my God, what's that?" Arthas looked shocked as he looked at the tall figures that came out of the snow in front of him.

"Giant ogre!" Andy's face sank like water, they had suffered from this thing when they were at Ishalla Beach.

At this time, in the camp of the orcs, there was a sound of war drums, and then there were rhythmic waves of orcs. Several giant ogres came out of the orc's camp in the snowstorm, and Andy counted them, and there were more than a dozen.

The ogre, who was nearly five meters tall, advanced slowly in front, with groups of orc soldiers following behind.

"Are they going to launch a general attack?" Lothar whispered, but no one answered, and everyone was in shock.

"Set up a formation, block them, don't let them come!" Lothar shouted, commanding the coalition soldiers, and hurried out of the camp.

The giant ogre's footsteps were unusually heavy, and with each step, the ground shook with a gust of relief. Their feet are completely immersed in snow, but that doesn't stop them from moving forward.

Andy pulled out the short knife at his waist, and the gem on the hilt of the knife burst into a pale blue glow in the snow. He glanced back at Khadgar, then turned back and rushed into the snow. At this time, it seems that the black hand does not want to attack as soon as it comes out, it is not waiting, waiting for these giant ogres!

At this time, Gent stood in front of a group of soldiers, staring at the ogres who were walking slowly, and the black orcs behind him, the broadsword in his hand, unconsciously tightened.

Khadgar was given one look by Andy, muttered, and returned to the back of the camp without looking back. There, there is a team of magicians from Kenrito who have not been seen in the previous battle, and now it should be time for them to appear.

Andy has a dagger in one hand and a dagger in the other, and is now beside Ghent. Bows and arrows could not be used in such weather, and a whole army of archers could not do anything.

"Andy, are we all not going to survive today?" Gent turned his head abruptly and asked Andy with a smile.

"There is never an immortal in war, no matter what kind of enemy you face, you must do your best to fight for your life on the battlefield!" Andy glanced at Gent and said with a smile.

The Black Hand rode his giant wolf and stood at the back of the entire group, a cruel smile on his lips. I have endured it for so many days, and the progress of the plan has been greatly delayed. Well, now that his giant ogre has come out of the Scorching Canyon again, it will be a heavy blow to these enemies who don't know whether to live or die.

The musketeers on the flanks of the dwarves had already fired, and the flames glistened in the snow, and the bullets all went into the ogre's body. Bullet holes in the ogre's body, with black liquid flowing out. But it's not very useful, for these big guys, it's just a skin wound, not enough to be fatal.

The orcs were getting closer and closer, and the dwarven musketeers I shot a few rounds, but looking at the ogres getting closer and closer, the musketeers on both wings all retreated.

"It's coming, success or failure in one fell swoop!" Andy raised the short knife in his hand and raised his arms and exclaimed. Then, as the large group crashed into the rushing orcs, only he dodged a few times under the thick arms of the ogre, and then suddenly disappeared.

The ogre's arm swept sideways, and all the soldiers who rushed to the front were swept away, screaming and flying to both sides, falling like a broken sack on the snow.

Lothar stood at the edge of the camp, looking at the slowly darkening sky, the snow was still heavy, and she couldn't even open her eyes when the wind blew it. In a short period of time, the snow on the battlefield was dyed red with blood.

Today, it is destined to be a bloody twilight!