Chapter 47: The Battle of Karna (I)
"There it is!"
The elves shouted loudly, and looked in the direction of their fingers, and Ayshara saw the scene of the day of the siege of Chetsom again, the dense army of orcs was like a surging tide advancing towards the Allied positions step by step, and the undulating hills of the Karna region made this vision even more vivid, although it was not as clear as it could be seen on the city walls, but the black ocean current still made the alliance soldiers feel an unprecedented sense of oppression.
"Soldier, get ready for battle. β
Eshara rode across the position, where a coalition of 50,000 northern elves and steppe herders was in full swing, not as domineering as the regular army of Teletham, but also with its own beliefs. Five hundred years ago, they fought side by side with the orcs in the disaster of the underground city, and at this moment, the alliance wants to meet the orcs again, which has to be said to be a real irony.
"Roar, roar, roar. β
In the air, the roar of the orcs was mixed with the powerful beating of war drums, the earth trembled, and the red sun shuttled through the gray clouds, staining the battlefield with a haze of atmosphere.
"There are too many of them. β
And when the first orc army crossed the hills in front of them, the alliance warriors present were all surprised by the scale of the opponent, if the Chesem defense battle, the orcs had been almost consumed before entering the city, then this time, the Northern Alliance will face an energetic, no loss of orc legion.
The orc army in front of him stopped at a distance of about five hundred meters from the Allied position, and Aishara knew that they were about to start roaring again, making a roar before the battle, imagining the scene of a hundred thousand orcs roaring and roaring together, such a crazy scene can make the orc's blood surge, and once the orcs are aroused to fight, then they will not stop, every roar will make the orcs slaughter even more crazy, which Aishara knows very well.
"Gray, will your archers be able to hit the other side at this distance?"
The Alliance army was now divided into two groups, the foot warriors under the command of Archmage Aishara and the cavalry led by Arthur, lying in ambush on the small hills to the northwest, waiting for the best time to charge. Azhara didn't want the orcs to make such a move, and this roar was enough to turn the orcs into a rage.
"No, it's a little bit closer, as long as they go another fifty meters, my shooter can cover it. β
"It seems that these orcs already know the capabilities of our weapons and the limits of our soldiers. The distance is so precise. β
Archer Captain Gray's reply prevented Azhara from giving the next order, and could only watch as the orcs roared in front of him.
Finally, after three rounds of roaring, the orcs began to attack, and this time, the commander of the orc legion simply did not order the legion to attack in a neat formation, but ordered all to charge freely.
Tens of thousands of orc warriors roared down the hillside from the top of the hill like wild beasts, and the dust raised even completely covered the army behind them. So much so that the Alliance archers could only see the first row of orc infantry charging frantically, but not what was going on behind them.
"Blood and glory!"
The orcs roared and rushed to the Northern Alliance positions, but the crowd couldn't hear what the beasts were roaring.
In the next second, Gray gave the order to shoot, and the rain of arrows pierced the sky, densely packed like countless grasses on the ground, but this time the fury of the orcs exceeded everyone's imagination, the crazy orcs simply ignored the killing of this rain of arrows, even if letting go of the formation would make the orcs more vulnerable to the killing of arrows, even if half of the orcs who rushed to the front had been killed by the rain of arrows, but the orcs were still charging furiously, and the earth trembled even more violently, Aishara didn't know how many orcs were behind these vanguard troops, but at this moment, there was no time to care about so muchγ
The archers didn't have time to fire uniformly, so they all changed to free fire, with only one purpose, to release the arrows in their hands faster, and to shoot one more orc if they could, reducing the pressure on the melee infantry on the battle line.
"Courage and glory!"
The orcs roared into the position, and the human and elf alliance shouted their strongest voice in front of the formation, and the next moment, two brightly colored forces began to hedge, looking down from the air, as if two waves were hedged, one was a silver-white alliance legion, and the other side was an orc legion wearing black plate armor, or it was actually the orcs who were galloping to attack, and the alliance was weak in comparison and could only defend passively.
"Roar. β
With the first roar of orc infantry colliding with human warriors, the Battle of Karna began.
"Steady!"
Archmage Azhara ran to all corners of the battle line, trying to inspire the Alliance soldiers to rise up and resist, but the fury of the orcs was obviously beyond the imagination of all the Alliance soldiers, and after only two months of not seeing, these orc warriors were like hungry beasts for three days, repeatedly roaring and squeezing the Alliance positions, huge war hammers, battle axes, in the hands of the furious orcs were a terrifying killing machine, absolutely crushing in strength and state, and the human soldiers in the first row were cut into meat sauce by the berserk orcs without even having a chance to attack. Warm blood rushed out of the battle line and sprinkled on the faces of the warriors, but the blood would terrify the humans and make the orcs even more violent and bloodthirsty.
"Attack, attack, break the bones of humans!"
The leading orc commander roared loudly, his roar, his roar was like a lion on the grassland, every time he roared, the orcs next to him became more violent, and on the bloody battlefield, some orcs even directly used their animal teeth to bite the flesh and bones of human soldiers. Azhara didn't know what kind of potion or dark magic the blood roar had injected into the orcs, in short, the orcs in front of him were no longer the orcs they used to be, they were red-eyed, only bloodthirsty and furious in their eyes, and a human warrior was torn apart by the combined efforts of four orc infantrymen, one of whom was eating the corpse of the human infantry who had died in battle. It's a hellish scene.
"Retreat to the hillside. β
As the black tide of the Orcs continued, Azhara had to order the Allies to retreat to the hillside, trying to rely on the condescending terrain to resist the Orc's frenzied onslaught. The reserves quickly pressed on and covered the retreat of their comrades at the front. So far in the battle, almost all the northern allies have discovered a terrible phenomenon, almost all of the orcs killed and injured by the allies are orcs with arrows, that is to say, in melee hand-to-hand combat, the allies have been completely suppressed, and even every five human beings and elven warriors can be exchanged for the death of an orc warrior. The casualty ratio on both sides is terrible.
Aishara tried to release the magic of light to cover the retreat of the warriors, but the endless dark energy surging around him made the light guards powerless, what kind of force made such an evil and dark power float on the battlefield here? Aishara didn't know that the first time he fought with the main army of orcs, not only Aishara, but also many veterans in the alliance encountered such a scene for the first time, and the orcs in front of him did not seem to be the orcs of twenty years ago.
"It's too late, let's go!"
Standing on the hill, Arthur looked at the black orc army below the hillside constantly squeezing the coalition position, and the coalition army had almost no strength to resist, just like a group of beasts constantly crashing against the alliance's silver-white embankment, the white embankment was full of holes and was in danger of collapsing at any time, while the black wave rolled in, extending to the end of the line of sight, where the remnant sun dyed the earth red.