"Roar!"

The bloody orc overseer on the battlefield drew the sharp arrow from his chest, and as his own blood burst out, he roared hideously, holding the battle axe in both hands, and cut the human soldiers with shields in front of him in half, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, more human warriors rushed towards him from all directions.

"Puff Puff"

Three sharp swords pierced his body in three directions, and the orc's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared to fight back, only to see a dwarven musket against his forehead.

Admiral Dai Lin, covered in blood and minced flesh, swung his heavy sword in his left hand to repel the onrushing orcs, and pulled the trigger with the fingers of his right hand.

"Bang"

The spicy smell of gunpowder and the pungent smell of blood rushed into his nostrils, making the panting admiral feel as if he had sucked something strange, and his whole body was once again filled with strength, leading the soldiers to pounce on the battlefield in front of him once more.

"For the Union! Kill! ”

Behind the Admiral, the orc overseers, whose heads had been lifted open, fell to the ground, and until the moment he died in battle, he still held the battle axe in his hand, and around this corpse, there was death all over the scorched earth, humans, orcs, dwarves, elves, everywhere you looked, this barren land had been soaked in blood, and between these corpses, the remaining warriors were still fighting each other's strength to the death, trying to cut off each other's heads.

The most brutal white-knuckle battle has been going on for 30 minutes, but this battlefield is still like an insatiable meat grinder, stimulated by the battle cries and sorrows of both sides, mercilessly devouring more blood and more lives.

Here, mortals become butchers, butchers become heroes, heroes become monsters, there is no justice in this place, there is no evil, it is called a battlefield, it is also called hell.

"Knock Knock"

The earth shook and never stopped, and from under the dark red earth, the tribal shamans summoned angry earth and fire elements, these sword-defying monsters held the rear of the tribe's battlefield, and the looting blackstone orcs transported vital supplies to the tribe from that passage.

Marshal Lothar, who was on his horse, glanced back at the Alliance camp that was already on fire behind him, and the wise general quickly understood the intentions of these orcs, and he turned to the elite paladins beside him and shouted:

"Uther, Fordin! Scatter the shaman's positions with the silver hand! Destroy that bridge! ”

The two great knights nodded, and the reins of their horses were raised, and soon, the paladins were like sharp knives, tearing open the battlefield of the melee between the Horde and the Alliance, and rushed towards the rear positions of the Horde, but this was not enough!

"Iron Horse Brotherhood, follow me!"

The generalissimo breathed heavily, the armored horses under his crotch neighed, and behind the marshal, the knights of the Iron Horse Brotherhood loyal to him quickly formed a formation of piercing arrows, and Lothar was the sharp knife of the knights, their horses speeding up on the battlefield strewn with corpses, and the hooves of the horses grazed the blood-soaked earth, splashing dazzling stains.

On the galloping horse, Lothar's eyes narrowed, and he clutched the mounted spear in his hand, the sharp head of which changed direction and finally pointed at the front of the orc line.

Pointed to Grand Chief Orgrim, who was on a rampage across the battlefield with the Kukaron Guards.

An orc warrior who had just killed his opponent straightened out of breath, he breathed heavily, and the violent shaking of the ground made him turn his head sharply, and he saw the human heavy cavalry rushing madly in this direction.

A flash of fear flashed in the orc's eyes, and he wanted to escape from this path of death, but at the very second he had just taken his steps, the horse that had already mentioned the highest speed slammed into him.

"Bang"

The orc was knocked head-on, his chest undulating abnormally, a sign of a broken sternum, he smashed to the ground in embarrassment, and the galloping iron hooves tralentlessly stepped on the corpse, crushing his flesh and flesh, burying his bones in the ground, like the most brutal funeral on the battlefield.

"Come with me! Knights! ”

Lothar's roar rang out in the charge, and more and more knights followed behind the Brotherhood of Iron Horses, joining the glorious charge, and by the time they approached Orgrim's frontal position, at least 3,000 knights had been gathered.

This massive frontal charge was like a trench plow on the battlefield, splitting everything in its path in two in a brutal cut, and behind the chaotic battlefield that had been cut, the infantry, which had long been scattered, was also inspired by the courage of the marshal, and they held high their swords and shields, followed behind the knights, and along the battlefield they had cut, like a tide, slapping fiercely on the defensive line of the orcs.

In the era of cold weapons, such a decisive charge led by nobles can completely dominate the situation of a war.

"Protect the Great Chief!"

Realizing that the Human Generalissimo was targeting Orgrim himself, and that the frontal battlefield was rapidly collapsing, the orc wolf cavalry and warriors wandering on the battlefield rushed in the direction of Orgrim almost without the chief's orders, trying to block Lothar's decisive charge and block the human soldiers' assault.

This behavior cannot be wrong, but this instinctive, protective chieftain's move also dispersed the defenses of the orc position, and the number of orcs was already at a disadvantage, and the large-scale transfer of warriors quickly caused extremely bad consequences.

In front of Uther and Fordin, who rushed to the rear of the battlefield in a roundabout way, there was a slight hole in the strong defense line of the orcs, and the orcs who were attracted to the front of the battlefield inadvertently exposed the flanks they had protected!

They made a fatal mistake!

"Dahl! Go and block the flanking knights! ”

Grand Chief Orgrim grabbed the old Swordmaster's shoulder, who nodded, and rushed to the rear with the Fireblade Clan to the position that was being broken through, and Orgrim himself saw the Alliance Marshal Anduin rushing towards him. Lothar, looking at the white hair escaping from under the helmet of the generalissimo in the gallop, and the kind of respectful courage that was wrapped around his body, the great chief suddenly became full of war.

"Just kill him..."

Ogrim turned over and rode on the black wolf, he moved his neck, the wolf seemed to feel the master's fighting intent, it raised its head, let out a penetrating wolf howl, and its four paws moved, carrying Ogrim to the battlefield in front of him.

"As long as you kill Lothar, the tribe hasn't lost yet!"

The Great Chieftain's eyes locked on the onrushing Lothar, and behind him, the Kukarons followed their own chieftain and launched a counter-charge against the knights who seemed to be unstoppable by the humans.

It's like sending you to death.

The advantage of the wolf cavalry is in the flexibility, the power of the frontal charge and the human heavy cavalry are not on the same level at all, from the high altitude, on the battlefield below, the fierce battle between the two sides, like a dark green arrow and a white arrow-for-tat, and like two inch-fighting knives chopping each other, there will always be one will be completely broken after the collision.

"It's the last hour."

Tyrion looked at the battlefield below, a different glint in his ice-blue eyes.

Above the clouds high in the sky, the black necromantic dragon with eerie inscriptions on its body quietly glided across the battlefield, the huge eyes of this behemoth danced with dark red light, it did not leave a trace of flesh and blood in the whole province, only bones connected, covered with broken periosteum on the wings, between the flapping of the wings, the thick and obscure death energy escaped little by little.

Unlike those soulless zombie dragons, this necromantic dragon has an unwilling soul hidden deep in its bony body, it is a true necromantic creation, one of the most terrifying spectacles created by death, and the first killer weapon that the Knights of the Darkblade have obtained.

"Look there! Tyrion, the Red Dragon of the Horde! ”

Grokush pointed to the dark sky in front of him, Tyrion didn't need to look up to see that in the sky behind the tribe and connected to the Blackstone Tower, there were several red dragons hiding in the clouds and peeping at the battlefield, the Dragon's Throat Orcs and Orgrim's tribe were already in harmony, these dragon knights from the Dragon's Throat were naturally unwilling to pay too many casualties for Orgrim's war, so they were thrown on the edge to protect the supplies that the Blackstone Marauders had snatched back.

"They will influence our actions, there is no doubt about it!"

Glokush whispered, "Do you want to kill them first?" ”

"No, you don't!"

Tyrion shook his head, "It's too late... But I believe that the red dragons who are voluntarily enslaved are not a problem..."

He crouched down and patted the necromantic dragon's skull:

"I'm right, man, you'd love to teach the betrayers a lesson... Then let it go! ”

"Hmm."

An obscure answer came from his soul, and a cold smile pulled out of the Death Knight's cheeks, he stood up, spread his arms, nodded to Glokush, and then leaned back, like a black cross, and fell straight down from the dragon's head in the sky, the necromantic dragon also retracted its wings, and the huge white bone body followed the fallen Death Knight, and fell towards the ground.

At the same moment, the distance between the two armies that charged and galloped was less than 100 meters, and the human knights could see the hideousness on the faces of the galloping orcs, and the orcs could also see the cold gazes under the helmets of those knights.

The leader Orgrim and Lothar stared at each other, the old marshal's mounted spear was as steady as a rock in the gallop, and in his eyes, Orgrim, who did not know whether he was alive or dead, was already a dead man.

"Spread out!"

Just when the orcs and humans were less than 50 meters away, the roar of the Great Chief resounded on the shaking earth, and behind him, the elite Kukarons pulled the reins of the wolf warrior and jumped out quickly to the sides, and the next moment, the human knight, who could no longer change direction, crashed into their separate battlefield.

Some of the orcs who didn't have time to dodge were knocked into the sky, and more orcs and their war wolves were impaled by human cavalry spears, but those orcs who dodged the frontal charge pulled the reins at this moment, and the roaring war wolves jumped up from the ground on both sides, took their masters, and threw those human knights to the ground from the side.

With the blessing of this speed and this kinetic energy, many knights who fell to the ground died on the spot, while the orcs and their war wolves were stepped into the ground by the subsequent human knights, turning into a disgusting and blurred mass of flesh and blood.

But the wolf cavalry scattered, but Orgrim did not dodge, on the contrary, he pulled the reins of the black war wolf, making the beast run more wildly, and at the moment when he almost touched Lothar's cavalry spear, the big chief's war wolf four claws were forced, and the master jumped up from the ground, the wolf's teeth bit the neck of the Lothar war horse fiercely, and the layer of iron armor was bitten through by this crazy beast.

But the next moment, Lothar's war horse neighed and raised its front hooves, and kicked the black wolf in the waist fiercely, this time the heavy blow broke the black wolf's backbone, but even with such a fatal injury, the crazy beast still did not let go of its teeth.

In the blood splash of the war horse and the war wolf, Orgrim himself jumped up from the saddle with the last wave of the war wolf, and like a wrestling, Anduin behind the war horse. Lothar threw himself on his horse and dismounted.

The old marshal's rifle swept into Orgrim's waist and sent the Great Chief flying, but he himself fell to the ground, a vicious blow for an old man in his 50s, the sturdy helmet was thrown out, and the collision that landed made Marshal Lothar's well-combed hair fall apart, making him dizzy.

The instinct from an old warrior made him subconsciously draw the heavy sword behind his back, but in the chaos of the battlefield, he raised his head, and in his blurred vision, he saw Orgrim's brown body, wielding the black hammer of destruction, and pounced on him.

"Bang"

The heavy sword and the hammer collided together, and in the great force of the orc chieftain, the longsword in Lothar's hand snapped, and in the midst of Orgrim's hideous laughter, the whistling warhammer fell from the sky and smashed towards Lothar's unprotected head.

"Anduin. Lothar is buried here! ”

"Tribe, victory!"

"No!"

Marshal Lothar's lieutenant, the holy light on Paladin Tulayan's body has swelled to the extreme, he slashed the orc warriors in front of him like crazy, and rushed straight in the direction of Marshal Lothar's fall, behind him, the knights also roared and charged in this direction, but the orcs did not give an inch, they would not let these alliance dogs destroy the victory of the Great Chief.

In this roar of destruction and salvation, the night sky above the horizon was shrouded in deeper darkness, and Tyrion was in unrestrained freefall in the air, as if he were flying.

The moment he approached the ground, he saw the warhammer smashed by Orgrim, the flickering helplessness in Lothar's eyes, and the subsequent reluctance and abandonment, and the corner of Tyrion's mouth pulled into a stiff smile when he saw the marshal close his eyes and wait for death.

"I have arrived, I have seen... Next, it's time to conquer..."

"Huh"

The black wings suddenly opened, and the figure smashed into the center of the battle array of the Great Chief and the Old Marshal like a meteor, and the corrosive black storm rolled up the ashes of dust and flesh, completely covering the battlefield.

At this moment, all the sounds, the collision of weapons, the roars and screams of warriors were completely silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on that side of the battlefield, whether it was humans or orcs, they were all looking forward to their own victory.

When the smoke cleared, the orcs were disappointed to find that the chieftain's hammer had not smashed Lothar's head, and the soldiers of the Alliance were horrified to find that Marshal Lothar was being carried by a black knight.

"You! It's you... Traitor! ”

Orgrim's warhammer was held in the air by a monstrous dark red blade, and he looked at the trouble-stirring bastard in front of him, who was also looking at him, and there was a dead silence in his ice-blue eyes.

"Long time no see, Great Chief, don't come unharmed?"