Seeing the scene in front of him, Lothar could no longer hide the anger in his chest, and the blade in his hand was trembling. He seemed to see the scene of the Storm Kingdom again, those stumps and broken arms, and the frightened eyes of those corpses, as if they were indicting the heinous crimes of those invaders!

Just when he couldn't suppress the grief and indignation in his chest, he only felt his shoulders sink slightly, as if someone was patting him on the shoulder.

"Khadgar?"

Lothar turned her head and found that her most trusted mage had somehow arrived at his side, standing side by side with him.

"Please control your anger, Lord Lothar. Khadgar looked at his friend and said solemnly, "If you can't do that, then please vent it on those invaders!"

With that, Khadgar withdrew his gaze from Lothar and re-examined the battlefield. He, like the generals behind him and tens of thousands of Alliance soldiers, waited eagerly for Uther's order to attack...

The anticipatory sound didn't keep them waiting long. When Uther saw the devastation on the battlefield and the Alliance soldiers struggling to resist the Orc attack, he had already made a decision in his mind.

"Soldiers, draw your weapons and prepare for battle!" Uther shouted hoarsely, raising his hammer to the sky.

In fact, it is needless to say that Utherdo had already drawn the blades at their waists in anger when the Alliance soldiers saw the scene in front of them. At the command of Uther, they will rush forward and fight the brutal orcs to the death!

"For Lordaeron, charge!"

With a roar from Uther, tens of thousands of Alliance soldiers roared like a floodgate and poured down toward the battlefield.

Tens of thousands of the main forces of the alliance joined the battlefield, instantly disrupting the formation of the orc army. And since they were coming in from the north, which happened to be the rear of the orc legions, when the desperate Orgrim Doomhammer in the valley received the news from the scouts, he almost stared out his eyes...

"How many of those guys are there?" Orgrim asked, in a hoarse voice.

A gray-faced orc scout half-knelt in front of Orgrim and reported in a deep voice, "Report to the chief, about tens of thousands. Now they are attacking our big rear!"

Damn, they are surrounded......

Orgrim gritted his teeth, clucking as he clenched the hammer in his hand.

After a night of fighting, they were unable to break through the defenses formed by the human soldiers. On several occasions, their charges nearly tore a gap, only to be held back by the tenacious human tactics.

Time is running out for them...

"Is there any news from Grom?" said Orgrim, turning to his lieutenant, Torgus.

"Hell Roar isn't going to be good over there..."Torgus shook his head, blood running down his cheeks, it was the blood of human soldiers, "I don't know why, the Eastern Front has never been able to break through!"

Just as Orgrim was wondering, another orc scout arrived from the east and brought back news that angered him!

"You're saying there are human reinforcements in the Eastern Battlefield as well?" Orgrim asked incredulously.

"Yes, Chief Chief. The orc scout reported, "Not only that, but among those human alliances, there are also quite a few sturdy archers who hide in the woods and shoot poisoned arrows in the cold, making the warriors miserable. ”

"Those damn reptiles!" Orgrim snarled angrily. His roar sent an invisible pressure to the nearby orcs, and it had been a long time since their chief had been so angry...

"Pass my order, the front army will launch a general attack, and it must break through the defensive line!" Orgrim harnessed the silver wolf, his face cloudy.

The Frostwolf Clan has long since been banished by Gul'dan. And the Blood Cave Clan, after the death of Kilrog Deadeye, was also lost in the Battle of Lordaeron. Now, all he can rely on is the Thunder King Clan and the Warsong Clan led by Grom Hellroar...

Looking around at the people around him, who were slightly tired from the war, Orgrim sighed silently. He should have listened to the advice of his old friend Durotan and renounced this war...

At the front of the battlefield, the fighting between the two sides continued to stop, and scattered corpses littered the Alterac Valley.

Contrary to the orc warriors, since receiving the news of the arrival of reinforcements, the Alliance soldiers have swept away their previous decline and their morale has been boosted. The originally crumbling line of defense has also been much stronger.

Even though the Alliance soldiers led by Torbain were slightly inferior in numbers to the orc tribes, they were all fearless to the death, and they struggled to withstand the waves of onslaught launched by the orc tribes.

And after learning the news that the orc tribe was being attacked on the back, Torbair also regrouped his soldiers to resist. He once again mobilized 2,000 soldiers from the western battlefield to rush to the eastern battlefield, which was devastated by the war situation. As for himself, he led the most elite warriors and garrisoned the Central Avenue, because this was the only way for the orc tribe to escape to the south.