"Lord, what to do!"

At this point, even the stupidest troll knows that his whereabouts have been exposed; A troll warrior standing behind Draka nervously asked his lord.

"Rush!"

Looking at the rows of heavily armed soldiers in the human camp under the bright ball of light, and the bright weapons in their hands, Drakar knew that his surprise attack had failed.

But Draka didn't want to give up just like that, although he knew that he and the three thousand orcs would not be able to defeat the prepared human alliance, but in order to live up to Zujin's newcomers, Draka decided to at least make these humans pay the price.

"Kill all these humans!"

Drakar roared and jumped over the one-man tall wooden fence of the coalition camp first.

Despite his military experience, Paul miscalculated the strength of these trolls - but Paul couldn't be blamed, because it was impossible for a human to jump vertically over a man's height.

Trolls, however, can, their slightly curved lower limbs are thick and powerful, like frogs.

"How dare you step into the jungle of Zujin!"

Drakar shouted in a troll voice, brandishing his short spear and stabbing at the neatly lined royal guards of Lordaeron in front of him.

As a War Lord, Drakar is undoubtedly a strong troll, such a troll, when fighting alone, is not at all an opponent that humans can defeat, he can even single-handedly take on three or four human soldiers without falling behind.

But this is a battlefield, and it is not realistic to single out anything.

Wield the short spear in your hand to deal damage to the enemy. However, it was only at this point that Drakar realized that the weapon in his hand was too short.

In the first row of the Lordaeron royal guard stood spearmen armed with spears more than three meters long, their spears propped up on the ground at the end, the sharp tips pointed diagonally forward.

Draka couldn't stop his forward rush in time. He slammed into the sharp tip of the gun, and then without any suspense, the head of the gun was pierced through the chest.

Despite wearing armor rarely seen among trolls, the armor made of rattan and animal skins was powerless to stop the sharp spears.

A large wound appeared in Draka's chest, and the muscles and bones near the wound were torn apart due to the force of the impact.

"Whew!"

A loud howl erupted from Draka's mouth, but no matter how desperately he swung the short spear in his hand, he couldn't reach the royal guards of Lordaeron.

In desperation. Before his consciousness descended into darkness, Drakar threw his spear into the ranks of the royal guards of Lordaeron.

Despite his near-death, Draka's strength was still staggering; A royal guard of Lordaeron was caught off guard. Hit by the short spear thrown by Drakar, he didn't even have time to react before he fell to the ground.

Even if the spear could not pierce the iron helmet, the huge charge. Nor is it something that the body's fragile brain can withstand.

However, more Lordaeron Royal Guards have been thrown into the fray. Armed with two-handed swords or one-handed swords and shields, the royal guards of Lordaeron had no time to grieve the death of their comrades, and they rushed out of the gaps of the pikemen and strangled with the trolls.

Drakar may be dead, but the trolls have not stopped fighting because of their fierce nature.

Drakar's blow before his death gave the trolls a good idea, and they hurled their weapons one after another, and at such close range, the spears and hatches caught the royal guards of Lordaeron off guard.

The throwing weapon slightly disrupted the formation of the royal guards of Lordaeron. The trolls took advantage of the opportunity to attack the humans with weapons, fists, kicks, and even teeth and nails.

The ferocity of these trolls did not intimidate the royal guards of Lordaeron. On the contrary, it inspired their fighting spirit.

Paul himself was in the middle of the formation, and he was now slashing at the troll warriors with these two-handed swords.

Before the expedition, when Helena was helping Paul pack up, she told him many times that he should be careful, and never come to the battle in person until he had to.

However, although Paul was obedient to Helena when he was at home, he would never be greedy for life or death on the battlefield.

The Lordaeron Royal Guard has never had a tradition of commanders hiding behind to command.

"Kill! For the glory of Lordaeron! ”

Paul wielded his two-handed sword, while also encouraging his own life.

"For the glory of Lordaeron!"

The word "Lordaeron" naturally has an unusual meaning to these royal guards of Lordaeron, and it can even be equated with their lives.

Chanting slogans, the royal guards of Lordaeron rushed forward towards the trolls' formation, their fearless charge causing the trolls to retreat slightly.

Of course, that's not what the trolls intended, they're the kind of race that fights from birth to death; It's just that the number of royal guards of Lordaeron is several times greater than that of trolls, and the armor and weapons are more sophisticated and handy.

Under the relentless charge of the royal guards of Lordaeron, the trolls' formations were finally torn apart, and the human army was forcefully inserted into their formation, cutting these troll armies into several parts.

"It's over."

Prince Danas stood on a relatively high ground in the camp and sighed.

Although there was not much space in the camp, the royal guards of Lordaeron were several times more numerous than the trolls, and they were more prepared and prepared.

In this case, Prince Danas simply did not know how to lose this battle.

Especially when the rest of the human coalition has already completed its assembly and is beginning to gradually enter the battlefield.

The paladins of the Knights of the Silver Hand are treating their teammates in time for their injuries while attacking the trolls; Every time the dwarven warriors swung their massive battle axes, a troll was cut in two.

Fort Riptide's militia are well-trained and have teamwork no less than that of the Royal Guards of Lordaeron, and no troll can fight back after being surrounded by them.

It's not that these trolls don't want to, it's that they're quickly pierced into a hedgehog by spears stabbed from all directions.

"I can't help it, I'm going to do a fight!"

Varian? Wryon touched his nose and quickly left Arthas's side.

"Hey ......"

Arthas was going to stop Varian? Wrynn, but he didn't expect that when it came to fighting, this guy ran faster than a rabbit.

Took a spear from one of the guards, Varian? Wryon drew his sword, weapon in each hand, and rushed toward the battlefield with a roar. (To be continued......)

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