Carlos is playing with fire.

With 70,000 human soldiers against 50,000 orcs, the alliance is on the verge of collapse.

Fear is contagious, and if every human soldier is not afraid of death, biting his teeth with a broken hand, and spraying you with blood on his face when his head is broken, then there is nothing to fear about orcs.

But the reality is that the orcs are physically stronger than humans, their combat effectiveness is higher than that of humans, and even their will to fight is firmer than that of humans.

Gul'dan's betrayal caused the orcs to collapse, and the tribe began a vicious cycle from defeat to defeat, and each time, the orc warriors had to face the energetic human superior forces in the embarrassing situation of lack of food and clothing.

If you can't beat it, you can't beat it.

The Horde can't beat the Alliance, so it is.

Humans can't beat orcs, and the same is true.

But on this battlefield with all their might, the orcs regained the feeling they had lost for a long time, the hearty battle.

By the time the sun was setting west, the Orcs had lost more than 10,000 of them, but the intrepid warriors had killed at least 30,000 Alliance soldiers.

The classic battle loss ratio, one to three.

With nearly half of the casualties, the morale of the Human Alliance is already in jeopardy.

Tulayan's reinforcements were still stuck in the road, and on the frontal battlefield, the orcs were already on the verge of overtaking the humans in numbers.

The Knights of the Silver Hand are like the brightest light, and there is no one to look at wherever they go. Carlos fulfilled my oath that I would lead the charge, and the king's sword pointed to the danger of danger.

Orgrim felt his blood boiling, and his wound burned badly.

It's okay, it's time to end this war.

With an order from the Great Chief of the Tribe, the last reserves of the Tribes began to attack.

On the high platform where Carlos had stayed before, the observer gritted his teeth, and when the orcs launched their final attack, he was already crying.

It's here, it's here!

The observer was nothing more than one of Carlos's personal guards, lacking in bravery in addition to loyalty.

But it was such a son of an Alterac Wrangler who ran down the platform with a roll, and when he ran to the campfire not far away, his hands were already shaking.

Three special packets of smoke were placed around the campfire, covered with a tarp.

Throwing the smoke into the fire, strange colored smoke rose into the sky, one, two, three, three entangled columns of smoke soared into the sky like living creatures.

Ogrim was shocked, does the alliance still have a backhand?

But in a minute, two minutes, five minutes, the reserves of the orcs had arrived at the front line, ready to launch the final assault, and the alliance still did not change its tactics.

I'm thinking too much, Orgrim sighed.

Won, humanity has been in a difficult war for a long time, and the only reinforcements are still blocked on the way to reinforcements.

Half an hour at most, the collapse of the alliance is coming.

Seeing the multicolored column of smoke, Carlos understood that the final time had come.

Danas should have been activated, and the question now is whether the alliance will collapse before Danas arrives.

Carlos didn't dare to bet on whether the orcs, who had lost the containment of the frontal battlefield, would create a miracle of defeating the cavalry head-on. So it has to be held.

Just as Carlos couldn't see the scenery five hundred meters away on his horse, the orcs who were distracted by the battle couldn't do it.

As long as the frontal battle continues, the orcs are not capable of dealing with the onslaught of the Iron Knights.

So what can be done to save this decadent battlefield?

A phrase flashed through Carlos' mind: Do you want to be a hero for a minute or a coward for life.

Beside them, the paladins had once again cleared out a thousand-strong team of the tribe and were taking a short break.

The Holy Light is endless, but the paladin's stamina is limited.

The rest of the Alliance soldiers only had to defend their positions, but the Knights of the Silver Hand were active throughout the battlefield.

When the horses are broken, they ride in pairs, and when the weapons are broken and snatched from the orcs, the paladin's superior martial arts and tenacious defense are on full display in this chaotic battlefield.

As long as those silver-white figures appear, they can always miraculously save the morale of the alliance on the verge of collapse.

But every paladin is a human being, not a machine, not a god, and they are tired and tired.

From the time of entering the city to the present, most of the day's fighting, the Knights of the Silver Hand have wiped out at least three thousand people of the tribe, and their own damage is less than twenty percent. This is an astonishing record, with one-quarter to two-fifths of the league's heads taken by paladins.

High morale can make the warrior forget about fatigue, but fatigue will not spare anyone.

Carlos looked at the young paladins in a state of excitement with sweaty faces, and knew in his heart that this was already the limit.

Paladin is not a saint seiya, there is no small universe to explode, Carlos relies on the holy light to be full of state and still maintain combat effectiveness, Uther's unscientific holy light affinity physique makes him the Nanfu battery among the paladins, Sedan. Dassault Han's superb fighting skills make his physical exertion less than others...... And then what? No then.

The Knights of the Silver Hand have done their best.

Paladins, tired.

"Don't move around here, I'll go ahead and have a look."

Carlos commanded Uther.

"What do you want to do?"

Uther grabbed Carlos and asked anxiously.

"Obey orders, Knight Lieutenant Uther."

Carlos said solemnly.

"But ......"

Uther wanted to say something, but couldn't find the right words.

"I'm going to buy you some time, you have to buy time for the Alliance, do something to let everyone know that the Knights of the Silver Hand are still fighting."

Carlos's expression was calm and his tone was sincere.

Uther had nothing to say.

So, Uther blessed King Ka.

So, all the paladins who still had the strength to spare offered their blessings to the card king.

After Carlos, who was already full of holy light, accepted the blessings of his comrades-in-arms, he could no longer suppress the surging holy light, and under the blessing of everyone, Carlos's crystal clear jade-colored holy light was diluted, and pure white light came out of his body.

Silently riding his horse, Carlos held a sword in his right hand and a flag in his left hand, and rushed towards the army of orcs.

The Seventh Legion, with 3,917 officers and men, fought at the forefront of the Alliance, and at present there were less than 100 people who could move, and the highest rank was sergeant.

Danas, leading the coalition cavalry into a detour of a hundred miles, was still five miles away from the battlefield when the colored smoke column was raised.

Orgrim, full of confidence, the glory of the Horde Breaking Alliance is just around the corner.

Tulayan led a broken squad to the back of the tribe in the chaos, and Carlos rode alone to face the orc army.

Victory and defeat, life or death, the difference is only the time of a song.

It's a hero, it's a sinner, everything is about to come to a conclusion.