The raindrops grew more and more intense, and the walls outside Shattrath trembled under the heavy weapons of the Iron Tribe. Anyone knows that this poor wall will not last long.

In fact, the façade was built in such a hurry: the wall extending upwards from the sunken ground of the outer ring was less than three months old, and was only a necessary defense against the systematic extermination of the Draenei by the orcs. The Draenei have done everything they can to fortify the city that will become their last bastion, but due to time constraints, their success has been limited.

As far as the eye could see, several Golon walked towards a section of the wall that had been damaged by the Iron Star's attack, and began to wreak havoc on the wall. Several giant beasts swung a giant battering ram against the other walls. But Samarra's martial arts took care of these gorons at all, because the orc army of the Iron Tribe had broken through the line.

Heavily armoured, tomahawk-wielding gromka hoplites are slaughtering the Draenei lines.

Samara's compatriots attacked the enemy several times, but the heavy crystal hammer infused with holy light could not easily knock down the orcs. Even more lethal is the fact that, no matter where they are, if one enemy is knocked down by them, the other two will be immediately replaced.

Little by little, the tide of the battle is turning against the Draenei.

Over time, the damaged walls collapsed completely. On the other side, the flood of orcs roared wildly, driven by rage to fight the Draenei.

Holy Light above, this is only the vanguard of the enemy!

Samarra lifted her heavy mace into the air and slammed it into a fallen orc, only to be stopped by a battle axe. The tall black-skinned orc swung like a storm, knocking off the three Draenei garrisons and protecting his comrades.

The female garrison smiled wryly and took a few steps back, regaining her steady.

O Holy Light! Have you abandoned your own believers?

Samara didn't rush forward again, and at the thought, she took two more steps back, got down on one knee, and laid the hammer flat in front of her. The woman closed her eyes and quickly removed the earth-shattering noise from her mind.

Save your people, Light!

She cried out loudly in her heart, and her body soon felt the familiar warmth of being washed in the light. The sledgehammer began to glow. The woman concentrated her spirit, guiding the blessed and purified divine power forward, like the ironclad orcs who were fighting and retreating.

A dazzling flash of light illuminated the surrounding field for a moment, and then the smell of roasted meat and the terrified roars of orcs could be heard in the air. They were burned by the power of the light that came out of Shishi, and the one facing her was even burned.

The spell shocked them and gave a few of the Draenei warriors plenty of chance, and they concentrated their firepower and swarmed up, knocking one of the tall orcs to the ground.

Samara felt a little comforted. However, this small consolation was shattered by a series of explosions—the sound of the newly built outer walls of Shattrath City crumbling.

The woman watched in horror as the walls in front of her reduced to rubble, and the Draenei Guardians retreated, trying to hold their ground, only to be cut down by the influx of orcs and Gorons.

No, I can't, there are too many enemies and too strong......

As the Draenei Garrison, Samarra desperately summons the Light, attacking enemies with it, breaking up enemy formations, or channeling divine healing power to anyone she can help. But it didn't help, the enemies she knocked down were nothing compared to the enemy as a whole. She could have healed a wounded draenei soldier in a few tens of seconds, but it only took a few seconds for a series of brutal attacks to bring the warrior to the brink of death.

More Goron and orcs poured in from the damaged outer wall, through which the orc army had managed to pass through. As a result, the guards were outnumbered and desperately divided and surrounded.

Click! The woman desperately directed the power of the Light's wrath toward the orcs who took the lead. The brown beast's eyes dimmed, and it fell to the ground, where Samarra smashed its skull straight with a crystal hammer. She jerked upwards again, then swung to the left, and the sound of the orc's ribs shattering and wailing rang out.

The woman turned as quickly as she could, and the sledgehammer followed the inertia and arced down into the leg of the other orc, shattering his kneecap. The orc howled in pain and fell.

At this time, Samarra heard several of her companions cry of death, and she wanted to do something, but a star of steel whistled and smashed at her, and the woman could only dodge desperately.

The ruins trembled, and Samarra tripped over the steps behind her, staggering and swinging her hammer, knocking stones of all sizes into the air.

Then she heard a deafening battle roar.

An orc approached him. It was an orc swordmaster tattooed with a terrifying glow in his eyes. He was unarmoured, his massive body covered in the distinctive blue blood of the Draenei, and the banner of his clan on his back. The orc clenched a long, two-handed sword and gasped violently. The beast's raven-colored hair clung to his thick chest and shoulders, and his jaw was black as if it had been stained with asphalt, making his face look like a skeleton.

Behind him, a large number of orcs rushed up.

The nightmarish orcs charged. Samarra flinched back. The blade had already cut a deep wound in her abdomen, and the burning blade tore through her armor with ease. The woman swung the hammer in retaliation, only to pass past the orc.

To Samaraton's horror, the orc Juggernaut smiled. The sword seemed to turn into a flash of lightning and slashed hard. The woman used the last of her strength to raise the hammer and try to block it, but the hammer was cut in two.

The woman closed her eyes and frantically and desperately cried out to the Light for help, praying that the Light would hold the orcs down long enough for her to fight back.

This was the first time she had been connected to the Light and blessed by its radiance that she had called upon it for help......

and received no response.

A Draenei warrior tried to come to her compatriot's aid, but was split in half by an orc. The blood of her compatriots splattered on her face, it was hot, and the woman's eyes were full of despair.

Help us, O Light!

I hear your call and your longing. A voice rang out from the bottom of her heart.

What the? Who are you? Despite knowing that distraction on the battlefield was fatal, Samarra couldn't help but be confused.