Between the tribes and the alliance, since the door of darkness was opened, the grand battle that decided the fate of the victory and defeat finally began at this moment when the sun was completely rising in the center of the sky!

Tribes with trolls and ogres erupt with a power that terrifies everyone.

The tribes, which had no reserves and no reinforcements, pressed all along the line when the war drums and trumpets of the attack sounded in the big camp.

"For the Horde! For the Great Chief! ”

"For our world!"

"Orc warriors, charge!"

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It was an all-out war, and all the orc leaders, including the Horde Grand Chief Orgre and his Chief's Guard, took up their weapons and charged where they were needed on the battlefield.

Under their leadership, the army of millions of orc tribes roared bravely, and every warrior of the tribe was burning with endless blood and courage in their chests at this moment, like a dense green wave, flooding everything in the Tirisfal glade, and attacking towards the human position!

Anduin Lothar was dressed in full-body armor, and King Terenus of Lordaeron and Archbishop Alonsos of the Holy Light stood behind the valiant commander who was on the front line.

In this war that will decide the survival of Lordaeron, no one will spare any strength, and the alliance will go all out!

"The warriors of the Alliance, your leaders, are by your side, fighting alongside you!"

A row of figures dressed in the armor of a high-ranking officer stood behind Lothar, and a full-ranking mage cast an amplification spell to transmit Lothar's voice to the entire human front.

"And our family, right behind us!"

"Bravely defeat these green-skinned invaders!"

The commander of the alliance held the great royal sword in his hand, raised his sword and shouted!

"For the Alliance!"

Hundreds of human legions, those human warriors in steel armor all over, holding their shields high, stood neatly at the forefront of the battlefield, led by their alliance officers, chanting in unison.

"For the Alliance!"

For a time, the morale was greatly boosted, and the alliance was shocked!

The contact battle on the ground had not yet begun, and in mid-air, the long-distance spells of the Alliance High Elves and human mages, as well as the spells of the opposite tribal shaman and the two-headed ogre storm warlock, had already begun to collide.

Flames, hurricanes, thunder, frost······ Countless unimaginably powerful offensive spells scattered the clouds, emitting a colorful glow under the light of the constant sun.

Although the spellcasters on both sides have a tacit understanding to let go of the infantry on the ground, they choose to use the spell in the sky to decide the winner!

But from time to time, there is still a series of residual energy after the collision of spells, turning into huge fireballs, or thunder lightning chains, falling on the wide battlefield, ruthlessly taking the lives of hundreds of human soldiers or dozens of orc warriors.

As time passed quickly, finally, the charge of the orc army of the tribe was getting closer and closer.

The Alliance soldiers at the front could already see the hideous faces of the tribal orcs in the green tide on the opposite side through the gaps in their shields!

"Shoot the arrows!"

At this time, the dwarven muskets in the alliance army were not as widespread as those in the Holy Araso Imperial Army, and bows and arrows were still the only magic weapon for ordinary soldiers to attack from a distance.

"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"

The commander of the front-line alliance army gave an order, accompanied by the thunderous sound of the bowstring, and a dark cloud composed of sharp arrows surged towards the oncoming green tide.

The orc army in the real world is naturally impossible to resist the Alliance's bow and arrows with bare arms and use their flesh to resist the Alliance's bow and arrows like in the Messianic game in the previous life.

"Raise your shield!"

Amid the shouts of the charging orc overseers, these galloping tribal warriors, raising their thick wooden shields in their hands, withstood the arrows of the rain, and continued to move forward with their lives.

When they came to the alliance army not far away, they even took out the short spears or throwing axes that they had already prepared on their backs and threw them at the human army.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

If the axes blocked on the shield were ordinary orc warriors, the human soldiers would only be able to withstand the shield with the most force, and they would only be hit by the powerful impact and only take half a step back.

But if it is an elite tribal warrior above the official rank, then the ordinary human soldier will be directly broken by the fierce force, and the hand that hit him hard, and his whole body will fly backwards, hitting a piece of his comrades.

The originally neat and neat queue, the warriors who were directly charged by the orc army, used the projected weapons to knock out countless small gaps!

Then, the orc warriors swarmed through these gaps, and the bloodiest and most violent hand-to-hand combat of the entire campaign began.

"Kill!"

"Damn greenskin!"

"Cowardly human, I'm going to kill you!"

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The clashing of orc warrior battle axes and human swords and shields mingled with their cries of slaughter, and corpses and shredded flesh splattered out in the battle.

If you look down from the sky through the spells of the two camps.

soldiers of the human and warriors of the orcs; The steel armor and green muscular flesh reflected the silver light, forming a brightly colored, glued curve on the ground.

With the rapid passage of time in the war, more and more humans and orcs sacrificed their fiery lives in this bloody battlefield.

At the very center of this grand battlefield, the Silver Hand of the most powerful knights in the Alliance Army, Tulayan, Tirio Ferdin, Saidan Dasohan, Gavin Rad Doom, and Uther, the original historical famous primordial light paladins, together with the eighteen silver paladins led by Count Andrei, who was from the Holy Arathor Empire and whose whole body was burning with the flames of judgment, faced the warrior leader of the previous tribe and other chieftain-level powerhouses.

This is the battlefield of the strong, the bloody place of the transcendental, and unlike the battle lines in other places that are in fierce and intensive fighting, the ordinary soldiers on both sides have a tacit understanding to stay away from here.

The piercing sonic boom, the ferocious wind and the duel between the strong, the huge coercion of the unbridled shot is enough to smash any ordinary person who enters this battlefield in an instant!

Surrounded by the incomparably brilliant primordial light, Alonthos Fao, under the protection of the six Silver Patriarchs of the Holy Light Cross Church, personally came to the forefront of this core of the war, raised his hands high, exuding a mighty divine power, dispelling the aftermath of the spell collision in the sky above his domain, and forcibly suppressing the Death Knights summoned by the Kaldodan Shaman in advance before the battle of the opposite tribe with the power of one person.

Those who are burning with the fire of the undead and have most of the strength of the dead in their lifetime, although each of them is extremely powerful, but after all, the current undead plague has not yet been born, and it cannot form a decisive numerical advantage, and it is restrained by Alonsos and the Holy Power of the Church, which has not brought much change to the proportion of power in this war.

The constant sun in the sky fell inch by inch to the ground.

Finally, with more than three digits in powerhouse, and at the center of the most intense attacks on both sides of the Alliance and the Horde, the moment has come to decide the outcome of this war!

There, Lothar, the commander of the Alliance, father of the Holy Arathus Emperor and regent of the Stormwind Kingdom, clasped the Great Royal Sword in his grip and Orgrim, the Grand Chief of the Horde who wielded the Hammer of Destruction.

"Bump!" "Bump!" "Bump!"

The Supreme Commanders of the Alliance and the Horde turned into two afterimages, and the one-on-one duel had been going on for hours in the open space deliberately left by the center of the war.

The battlefield ground within a radius of several kilometers was blasted out of huge potholes and cracks when they collided with their extraordinary force one after another!

"Bang!"

After another all-out battle between swords and axes, in the explosion of the piercing sound, the figures of the two strong men quickly rebounded from each of the confrontations, and withdrew from the smoke and dust splashed from the place where they had just met.

Grand Chief Orgrim carried the Hammer of Destruction on his shoulder, gasping for breath, and between the muscles that had swelled under the Advanced Bloodthirsty Technique, the light red blood could not stop oozing outward.

"I really didn't expect that there would be such a powerful warrior as you in the human race!"

It's hard, to say it in the lingua franca of humanity.

To be honest, before the war, the great chief of the tribe had never imagined that he would be at a disadvantage in a duel with the leader of the alliance.

"I didn't expect you to hold on for so long in my hands!"

The power of gold, pure goodness, surged in the body of the commander of Lothar, his gaze sharp and determined, and the powerful coercion surrounded him.

Compared to the Great Chief, who was already panting for breath and covered with scars on his flesh, Lothar's mighty body stood straight and upright, without the slightest sign of losing strength.

This alliance commander, who was only half a pound and eight taels with the Great Chief in the original history, was able to forcibly suppress the Great Chief of the Orcs, who was a head taller than him, under the intervention of the big butterfly of the Messiah.

This, all of which indicate that he has stepped out of the hero rank, and with the blessing of the power of the Great Royal Sword, he has stepped into the realm of second-order lower golden legends that only a few people have crossed in the history of human warriors.

At the very center of the battlefield, the supreme leaders of the Alliance and the Horde temporarily halted the battle and faced off one-on-one.

"You are a true warrior."

Lothar's tone was tinged with admiration, and he said to the orc chieftain.

As a veteran warrior, he knew how powerful he was now, and even if he used the power blessed by the Great Royal Sword, it might be inferior to those powerful warriors who relied on their own strength to break through to the lower rank of the second order.

But, that's to compare with a true legendary warrior!

According to his assumption, it is impossible for this panting orc in front of him to be entangled with him for so long, and the legendary rank is already a qualitative gap compared to the hero rank!

The power of the legendary rank has almost completely awakened the ancient humans, and when it was a titan creation, it contained a great power in the body, which was far beyond the terrifying power that the peak of the normal hero rank could withstand.

Lothar looked at the brave tribal chief in front of him, especially the rough and powerful warhammer weapon in his hand, he knew that it was the support of that powerful warhammer that the leader of the tribe could match him.

Admiration is admiration, and in admiration the enemy, that is also the enemy!

"But, O invader, you and your people are doomed!

As the commander of the Alliance, the battle-hardened Lothar didn't have so many sons and daughters, and he once again raised the Great Royal Sword in his hand and aimed it at the Great Chieftain of the Tribe in front of him.

The powerful perception of the legendary rank warrior has allowed him to confirm that with the passage of time in this all-out fight, the aura of the orc chief in front of him has begun to fall, and even with the support of that powerful war hammer, he will not be able to compete with him for long!

"Whew!" "Whew!"

Hearing Lothar's words, the Great Chief Orgrim, who was gasping, also noticed the battles around him at this moment.

With the reinforcements of the Holy Araso Empire, the Alliance Army, which has the upper hand in the number of high-end powerhouses, has begun to gradually expand their advantages over time.

Even those chieftain-level orcs, each of them is more desperate than the high-end strength of humans of the same level, but it is not as good as the attacks of those paladins and paladins in the alliance who can fight and resist, and occasionally cast a few healing divine spells, the situation of the orc powerhouses is already precarious!

Orgrim put down the hammer of destruction on his shoulders and clenched it with both hands, even though the most powerful weapon in the tribe still transmitted a steady stream of high-level bloodthirsty energy from the grip of the hammer.

But he knew in his heart that his strong body had reached the limit of the duration of the amplification, and he couldn't hold on any longer!

He, after all, is not like Lothar, he is a powerful warrior who has really stepped into the legendary rank, and forcibly making up for the gap in obtaining a big rank requires him to pay a price!

Can't go on like this!

Grand Chief Orgrim's eyes froze, even if he was unwilling in his heart, but he already understood that the tribe had failed in this vital war!

He quickly made a decision in his mind.

"Sorekham!"

He called out the name of his lieutenant, clutched the hammer of destruction in his hand, and calmly looked at Lothar, who had already charged towards him again.

"Inform the chiefs, retreat!"

"Retreat to Grimbaatar, of the Dragonroar Clan, and tell Chief Zurud, the Horde, it's up to them!"

After giving the final order, he didn't care about his body, but once again ordered the warhammer in his hand to inject more bloodthirsty energy into his body.

The already strong body desperately squeezed out the last trace of life, making the Great Chief's eyes bloodshot, and his flesh swelled into dazzling dark red blood marks.

"For the Horde!"

Roaring loudly, he didn't hesitate to rush towards Lothar, trying to block it for more time.

"Yes! Great Chief! ”

As a close confidant of the Great Chief Orgrim, the lieutenant Sorekim, who is always keeping an eye on this core battle, has learned of Orgrim's will from the current form that is gradually falling into a disadvantage.

He did not resist the order, but took one last deep look at his leader.

He knew the consequences of the Hammer of Doom's overuse, and Orgrim was going to die to fend off the human commanders, giving them more time to evacuate.

Holding back tears in his eyes, Ogrim's tyrannical lieutenant forced back one of the Silver Hand Paladins who had fought him with an axe, turned around, and prepared to retreat to the rear of the tribe without hesitation.

In Kabbalah's Kingdom of Life, the Messiah, who observes this battle through the link of faith, subconsciously guides Andrei to keep an eye on the battle at the very center.

"Don't want to run away!"

When he heard Orgrim's shout, he immediately charged from the side, and with the two-handed cross sword burning with the Judgment Holy Flame, he mercilessly slashed his back to the side and turned the sharp Judgment Holy Power into a slash, directly splitting the defenseless Sorekm who turned in half.

Andrei, or rather the Messiah behind him, does not allow the orcs to retain too much strength!

With a charge beyond the speed of sound, he galloped for thousands of meters, and came directly to the Great Chieftain battle flag guarded by Orgrim's lieutenant Sorekm just now, and broke the Great Chief Banner with one sword, unceremoniously knocking down the Great Chief Banner!

"No!"

The death of the adjutant and the fall of the banner that represented his battle made Orgrim, who was always on the lookout, explode in the corner of his eye.

But the Great Chief's anger was meaningless, his flesh was getting more and more broken, and the bloodthirsty energy could no longer sustain him in full combat.

"Bump!"

Coupled with the loss of control of emotions during the duel, Lothar saw the opportunity and unceremoniously knocked away the war hammer in the hands of the Great Chief.

Then clenched his right fist, and with great power, it instantly struck the head of the Great Chief, knocking it to the ground!

"That's, that's the Great Chief's battle flag!"

"The Great Chief has fallen!"

"No!"

The attack of countless orc clans was chaotic with the fall of the Great Chieftain's battle banner.

And with his hands free, the continued attack of the legendary rank powerful warrior Lothar also directly and completely overwhelmed the resistance of the remaining orc chieftain-level powerhouses.

In just half an hour, as a chieftain-level warrior was defeated, the powerhouses of the tribe had been reduced to the point where they could not confront the powerhouses of the alliance.

Some of the hero-rank human powerhouses who began to free their hands either besieged the remaining orc chiefs together, or directly rushed into the ordinary orc army and slaughtered them.

The orc warriors of the tribe who were roaring and fighting bravely to kill the enemy just now finally collapsed in the face of these forces that were far stronger than them!

The tribal orcs who retreated in a panic even dispersed the shamans behind their positions.

In the sky, the combined spells of the High Elves and humans also began to gain the upper hand, and countless powerful spells broke through the interception of the tribal casters and fell ferociously from the sky.

Endless flames and frost, like erasers, cleared the dense green tide on the ground into patches of blanks.

The rout of the caster's power was the last straw that broke the balance of victory in this battle.

The whole tribe was completely defeated!

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