The battle was more intense than the previous hand-to-hand combat, and although Arthas was not watching from the courtyard, he could still get the progress of the battle in the gate cave from the heralds who continued to climb the walls. Danas's brow furrowed all the time, because the current situation was not optimistic.

Arthas leaned against the walls and looked at the orc army in the distance. Unlike the previous swarm of indiscriminate attacks, this time the orcs chose a very effective method of attack - they formed a small phalanx of fifty men and attacked the gates of the Dammod Fortress in batches.

Such an offensive method is almost equivalent to suicide. After many replenishments and adjustments, the Dammod Fortress has gathered at least five thousand human infantry, and every warrior of Riptide Fort is looking forward to revenge on the orcs who invaded their homeland. Although these orcs fought bravely, and every orc warrior fell, in exchange for the death of at least three human warriors, it was impossible to take the Dammod Fortress with only a team of fifty people.

But such tactics are a very heavy test for the attrition of human armies. The previous three rounds of longbowmen did not help, and the armies of the orcs were gathered outside the range of the bows and arrows, and only after all their companions were killed in the city gate cave did they launch a new charge.

With only fifty warriors, the thickness of the phalanx was no more than a few meters, and it was impossible for the archers under Ricks to spread the rain of arrows over the heads of these orcs by estimating in advance, as before; Moreover, a team of fifty people can basically completely penetrate the gate hole of the Danmod Fortress, and the arrows of the archers are almost useless.

With a one-to-three, or even one-to-five battle loss ratio, the warriors of Riptide Fort used their own flesh and blood to form a strong defense line to stop this group of bloody and savage orcs. The two forces of the world of Azeroth and the world of Draenor collided fiercely in the narrow gate of this fortress, and the two civilizations, advanced and savage, fought at will, and the only thing in common was that neither the humans nor the orcs would give in until their opponents were completely wiped out.

At this point in the war, no one can say exactly what the two sides are fighting for. In fact, the world of Azeroth is vast enough, and the world of Draenor has countless uncharted areas waiting to be explored. Both of these vast realms have enough resources and space for humans and orcs to survive together.

But the orcs didn't come to Azeroth for peace or space, they meant to invade. From the Lich King Neozu, Arthas learns about the root of this protracted and bitter war, the Burning Legion, a powerful force that Arthas fears and hates.

There is no reason, no reason, the orcs launched an attack on humanity from the moment they came to Azeroth. Now, humanity's vengeance is unstoppable, and even if it costs several times the blood, this group of invaders will be killed here. Danas's heart was dripping blood, but his face was as hard as iron.

"Hold on. As long as the orcs continue to attack, we will not close the gates. After receiving a report of casualties from the heralds for the fifth time, Danas's face was gloomy and he gave his order. The herald gave a Riptide salute - a simple but firm forty-five-degree bow, and then ran as fast as he could to the city.

Arthas looked at the herald's distant figure, and then at Danas's resolute expression—the prince of Lordaeron noticed the twitching corners of the middle-aged bald uncle's mouth. For a marshal, especially a good marshal, every soldier under his command is like his son.

And now, Danas is personally sending these children into the meat grinder in the hole in the city gate. The waves of orcs attacked gave the human army a chance to clean up the corpses in the cave of the city gate, so the heavy steel gate was never put down. This means that the killing continues in the narrow gate hole.

This herald is no longer the herald who came to report on the battle in the first place. In fact, there is no such thing as a herald at all, each herald has his own position in the phalanx, and the two heralds before this have only completed the task of issuing the order twice, and they have rotated to the front line of the battle array.

Arthas hoped that Danas would be able to stop this hard-hitting behavior and lower the floodgates of the Danmod Fortress, but he also knew that if there was no intervention of a powerful force like Frostmourn, Danas's current actions would be the most appropriate thing to do. This group of orcs is the rumored to be the truly powerful invaders.

Unlike the orcs who were locked up in concentration camps, unlike the orcs of the Frostwolf Clan who longed for a peaceful life, unlike the orcs whom Arthas had seen in Northrend and who were almost as civilized as humans, and unlike the chaotic orc soldiers who had come before, it was the truly ruthless and iron-blooded invaders who were now attacking the fortress of Dammod.

They can stand at a distance, watching their companions die one by one, and then keep their own neat queue; They can still walk with neat steps to the city gate that has become a meat grinder, knowing that there is no return; They can use their teeth and claws to attack human armies hundreds of times their size, even when their allies have been killed and their weapons have been destroyed.

Faced with such an army, Arthas did not know how to fight them in the field. Lordaeron's little prince understands that if the mysterious power does not cause the orcs to flee in all directions as in the original time stream, if the humans want to win the counterattack, they will have to pay at least ten times as many casualties as the orcs.

Therefore, to be able to consume the powerful combat power of the orc army in a ratio of one to three, or even one to five, here, Danas's approach is beyond criticism from the decision-making level. Alsace wasn't a soft-hearted nobleman, but ...... He had always felt that if it weren't for his strength to hide the Frost Sorrow, these heroic Riptide Castle warriors would not have needed to make such a sacrifice at all.

Standing on the walls, Arthas didn't have the courage to imagine the terrible battle in the gates, and his hand clutched the corner of Frostmourn's skirt, reminding himself that he had made the right choice—that Frostsorrow was more important to him than anything else.