Ever since Rollin heard the mission report brought back by Admiral Dai Lin at the meeting in Lordaeron yesterday, he had always had a unique idea about the orc fleet stationed in South Sea Town.

He knew exactly who these fleets belonged to, not Orgrim, but Gul'dan.

From the very beginning of his arrival in the world of Azeroth, Gul'dan had been preparing his vast plans, and until now, he was about to carry them out. Lorin knew about Gul'dan's plan, and he had the idea to go to the place where the demon's body was imprisoned, the Broken Isles.

Unlike what Gul'dan was after, what Rollin wanted to do was change history. There are many unknowns on this island, but what Rollin knows is still alive in the Broken Isles.

The Eye of Sargeras and the Staff of Sargeras. As long as he gets either of these two items, he can twist the course of the world's history and guide the world to develop like a safe place.

It sounds crazy, but for an unknown area, Rollin still has a lot of hope to enter this island.

Although Rollin didn't know the location of this island, don't worry, there will always be a guide to take him into this island.

Today, Lorraine did not leave Lordaeron, and as usual, he was guarding the towers north of Lordaeron. The armies of the High Elves are gathered here.

Knowing that the Horde would attack, Rollin shuddered as the earth-shattering war drums rang out from the eastern part of Lordaeron.

In the vast and flat land, a large number of green skins appeared in front of the entire alliance army.

In addition to the orc troops on the ground, in the sky, the orc knights riding the red dragon also launched an attack on this quaint castle.

The most tranquil of the human kingdoms, built thousands of years ago, has been put to its most severe test.

"Soldiers of the Alliance, the moment of glory is today!" Sir Lothar crossed the pontoon bridge that lay flat on Lake Lordamere and rushed to the reckless green-skinned orcs.

The war began in earnest after the first swing of Sir Lothar's great royal sword.

This is a real battle of life and death, the soldiers of the alliance have no scruples to rush to the orc army, relying on Lake Lordamere as the first line of defense, the alliance will not easily put the orc tribe in front of their castle so safely.

Now it seems that the silver-white armor is against the body of the green-skinned orc.

In the sky, the red dragon orc knights also met their opponents. The dwarves of the Hammer tribe wield the Storm Hammer and are led by Kudran to fight to the death against these red dragons.

Of course, these dragons wielding magical flames are not just rivals for griffin knights. Mages from Dalaran, including Rollin and Khadgar, are also using magic to contain these dragon knights.

The scorching dragon flames collided with elemental and arcane magic, and the battle in the sky was more intense than the cold weapons on the ground.

The two dragon slashing techniques converged in Rollin's hands, and he targeted the red dragon closest to the castle. The orcs on the back of this red dragon seemed to have their eyes on the artillery positions on the northern wall.

The idea is good, such details may relieve a lot of pressure from the attacking orcs from afar. But the dragon knight ignored the threat of spells from above the walls.

Instantaneous! Powerful flame elemental flames burst out from in front of Rollin, and the precise magic mobilization directly ignored the dragon knight's dodge trajectory. The orcs on the back of the red dragon watched in horror as the human magic devoured him!

Magic doesn't hurt these dragons objectively, but magic can kill those who wield them.

With the experience of killing the first orc dragon knight, Rollin saw that the red dragon that had lost its control would not continue to stay on the battlefield. These dragons will be the first to fly south, returning to their belongings.

The dragons scattered from the frontal battlefield did not pose a substantial threat to Lordaeron's castle. After more than a dozen rounds of attacks, they returned to the frontal battlefield.

Continued offensive defense of the Union soldiers on the front line at Lake Lordamire.

With an almost 1:1 loss, the soldiers of the Alliance can never match the number of soldiers of the orc tribe.

Sir Lothar was moved, and he shouted: "Gavin Rad, gather the soldiers, we are ready to retreat!" ”

Fierce fighting was going on all the time, and from noon until evening, the forests east of Lordaeron burned with flames from artillery fire. Beneath the walls of Lordaeron, too, there are a large number of boulder debris. The catapults of these tribes, the boulders that were projected. It's just that while the boulder was still flying in the sky, it was shattered by the magician's arcane spells.

With no time to rest, Orgrim was bound to win the Alliance Castle in front of him. Although this battle was far more difficult than it was in Stormwind, at least, everything that happened now was under his control.

The night is the most exhausting time for the human soldier, and he knows the habits of human life very well.

As the Grand Chief, Orgrim personally led the tribe across Lake Lordanmere.

After the withdrawal of the Coalition army, all these drawbridges connecting the castle were blown up, but this was not the point for the Horde. Surrounded by a large number of forests and trees, they successfully crossed the lake and began their march towards Lordaeron Castle in front of it.

Under the cover of the dragon's flames, a large number of orcs passed through the natural defensive front of the kingdom of Lordaeron.

Early the next morning, a large orc army began to gather on the north side of the royal city of Lordaeron.

The battle had been going on for a day, and it was only now just beginning.

Attacking again, Orgrim's high-pitched voice ignited the wrath of the entire tribal army.

The advance army of the Horde began to attack the castle of Lordaeron with their engineering machinery.

Sir Lothar knew that if he blindly defended the royal city of Lordaeron, he would be constrained from all sides. On the premise that he could withstand the resistance head-on, he once again led his troops to attack the advance army of the orc tribe.

The elite unit attacking the orc tribe this time is a knightly order, unlike the average elite warrior of the Alliance. The soldiers of this army, they believe in the power of holiness.

Wielding a warhammer of discontented golden light, they charged towards the advance army of the Horde.

Red has never been afraid of head-to-head confrontation, no matter who the enemy is in front of him.

Compared to previous battles, the orcs are in real trouble this time. When the Horde's vanguard resisted this order, they felt how difficult it was for these knights to wield the power of the Light. Not only do they have great defenses, but the knights can also take care of each other. The Light seems to have been connecting them, healing and strengthening each other. For the first time, the army of the Horde was repulsed!

The first wave of attacks was repulsed, and Sir Lothar was surprised. He looked at the Order of Knights called the Silver Hand with solemn eyes, and he began to admire the archbishop named Alonsos Fao. At least he was much more reliable than the wizards of Dalaran.