Gul'dan's betrayal was not as simple as a slap in the face to the Great Chief.

He took the Raider Clan and the Twilight Hammer Clan with him, and although fewer than 3,000 orc soldiers eventually followed him to the Tomb of Sargeras, most of them died there, the more than 6,000 orcs who had been dispersed to distract their pursuers were now trapped in the northern lands.

Orgrim also sent 3,000 men of the Blacktooth Laughing Clan to hunt down Gul'dan, so that he lost nearly 10,000 warriors, and the Dragonthroat Clan lost its chief Zuluhid, which also caused a great division, at least a third of the Dragonthroat Orcs remained in Quel'Thalas to avenge Zuluhid, and the brutal war against Lordaeron and the rear army that stayed in the hills to pull the alliance also lost nearly 20,000 soldiers.

In this way, the nearly 70,000 orcs who followed Orgrim to attack the northern frontier have lost almost half.

And the worst thing is that in the past few days of retreat, a strange disease suddenly broke out in the tribe, just like a common cold, but the orcs contaminated with this disease will become weak, as if they have lost all their will to fight.

In this case, every ounce of the army that Orgrim has on hand is very precious, and he can't let Blox bring the troops of the Blackstone Tower, and the Great Chief knows very well that if the wetlands and Kazmodan fall, the army of the Blackstone Tower, which is the last hope for the tribe to turn the tables, cannot be used here.

"Kukaron, can you still fight?"

The Great Chief stood outside the city of Grimbaatar, and in front of him were 3,000 soldiers of the Kukaron Guard, which was an elite division dedicated to defending the Great Chief, and that strange disease had also infected the warriors of Kukaron, but these elites had not completely lost their fighting spirit, although they were also tired, but in front of the Great Chief, the soldiers were still waving their weapons and shouting his name.

Ogrim was pleased with this reaction, and he rolled over and rode his black wolf, wielding his hammer:

"Then follow me! Let's go and defeat those Union dogs! ”

"For the Horde!"

"Roar Roar"

A green stream rushed into the wetlands and swooped down towards the distant Saldo Bridge, where the Alliance's paladins had already stormed the heavily defended bridge.

"Feel the power of the Light!"

The great knight Tulayan waved the heavy sword in his hand, cutting down the hideous orc in front of him to the ground, he roared and stretched out his hand, the strong holy light gathered into a war hammer in his hand, and smashed the head of the orc assassin on his side into shredded flesh, Tulayan took a step forward, helped a wounded Alliance soldier up, the warm holy light rushed into his body, and in less than 3 seconds, the warrior regained his strength and roared into the battlefield again.

The originally white and magnificent bridge had been full of blood, and the shouts of killing on both sides shook the sky, and in front of him, Uther was even more brave wielding the war hammer, leading the heavily armed paladins to advance firmly, and Marshal Lothar also led his own guard, the exiled knights of Stormwind City, known as the "Iron Horse Brotherhood", and Uther rushed to kill together.

The marshal wore a bright red cloak, and did not care about his old body, and everywhere he went, the knights of the Iron Horse followed the marshal with their weapons, and their bravery was unbelievable.

And behind him, Tirio. The recruits led by Fording were no less impressive, and the battlefield of the bridge was not enough for the soldiers to put themselves in position, and in the face of the orcs who were heavily defended, the Quel'Salas Ranger Legion came in handy, and their commander was Aurelia. Windranger, the Ranger Captain, was as cold as ice upon his return from his homeland, and under her rational and cold command, a rain of arrows of precision would rain down from the sky whenever the orcs tried to fight back.

There are also the mages of Dalaran, who no longer gather together, having learned their painful experience, but follow the knights in small groups, and with each stronghold they capture, a purple defensive barrier appears to collect the wounded and secure the passage in the rear.

When the scorching fireball dragged its long tail flame across the battlefield and smashed into the orcs, the scorching flame always helped the knights clear a path covered in ashes.

The 1,000 paladins were like a sharp knife, piercing the hearts of these orcs, and like the most tenacious heavy shield, standing tenaciously in the counterattack of the orcs like a tide.

From the night sky, they looked like boulders in a river, little by little, struggling to eat away at the bridge controlled by the orcs.

The Saldo Bridge is nearly a kilometer long, and this kilometer is simply smeared into a terrible road of flesh and blood in this cruel night, and every step forward will fall the soul of the eternal fearless, and the marshal himself went into battle, which also made the soldiers forget the horror of death, where courage ripples, fear has no place at all, and even the cruel death has to retreat.

"Griffin Knight! Launch! ”

The Hammer Griffin Knights at the leader of the Kudran. Led by the Hammer, carrying a large amount of explosives into the night sky, the Hammer dwarf with a war paint on his face looked at the bridge below that was almost crowded with orcs with some concern, he gritted his teeth and took out two alchemy bombs from the pocket of the griffon's saddle.

"The bridge built by the Copperbeard Dwarves probably won't be so easy to blow up..."

Kudran lit the bomb in his hand, saw the location, and threw the bomb into the crowd behind the orcs, dozens of griffin knights also concocted the same, and soon, the alchemy bombs that were thrown into the orc army exploded, like an endless line of fire, and the explosion of hundreds of bombs completely cut off the support in front and rear of the orcs.

The alchemy bombs made by the ingenious and crazy enough dwarf craftsmen exploded at the tail of the Saldo Bridge, sending the sturdy masonry of the bridge flying with shattered flesh and blood, and even shaking the entire bridge.

Dozens of mages joined forces to prop up the magical barrier that enveloped most of the stone bridge, keeping the aftermath of the explosion out of the human soldiers, and the acrid smoke completely enveloped the night battlefield in an instant, and after the shaking stopped, Uther raised his head and saw the orcs scattered and fled in front of him as their morale completely collapsed in the bombardment falling from the sky.

"Paladin! Come on! ”

"For the Light! For the Union! ”

The Grand Knight grabbed the hammer and rushed into the battlefield in front of him, and behind him, Marshal Lothar also waved his sword, and the soldiers of the alliance shouted victory, and completely broke through the last section of the bridge in one go, and waiting in front of them was the orc army that had finished lining up and was rapidly approaching.

Obviously, the orcs didn't intend to give up the Saldo Bridge to humans so easily.

"Antonidas! It's your turn! Don't let the warriors' sacrifices go to waste! ”

The bloodied marshal clenched the sound-transmitting rune stone in his hand, and on the other side of the bridge, in the palace astrology platform at the top of the huge Riptide Castle, Archmage Antonidas of Dalaran, dressed in white robes and holding a staff of ice, glanced at the archmages behind him, he stroked his long beard, and a trace of determination flashed in his wise eyes.

"Come on! Companions, put aside the contradictions between us for the time being, this blow is for Dalaran! For the mages who died at the hands of the orcs. ”

It is rare for the six archmages of the Council of Six to appear together at the same time, they don't have too many expressions on their faces, they belong to different magic factions, and there are many contradictions between them, but being here today already represents their attitude.

The six archmages stood in the corner of the huge six-pointed star circle at their feet, and under the auspices of Antonidas, his staff waved, gathering the magic power of the six archmages together, and at the same time as the colorful magic power emerged, the coordinates that had been calculated countless times were determined by the archmage, and in the sky of the wetland, on the curtain of the night, an almost identical six-pointed star circle was reflected on the sky.

"Feel the wrath of Dalaran! Our magic will tear the tribe to shreds! ”

"Boom"

Between the surges of magic power, the scorching heavenly fire was like a waterfall, pouring down from the six-pointed star in the sky, and the scorching flames formed a pillar of flame above the sky and the earth, and the scorching temperature could be felt even if it was thousands of miles away.

This flame illuminated the night sky, and even more illuminated the victory of the Alliance, the orc camp was completely engulfed in flames, along with thousands of orcs among them, completely buried by the flames, and more importantly, this heavenly fire magic that lasted for a full 15 seconds completely steamed up the muddy swamp around the Alliance soldiers, making the earth strong, and creating a perfect charging battlefield for the knights who followed.

This kind of extremely lethal and strong impact on the environment is rarely used by the mages of Dalaran, the last time it was used was in the Troll War 2,800 years ago, the first mages gathered the power of hundreds of mages, and a single attack completely changed the tide of the war at that time, completely burying the kingdom of forest trolls.

And this disaster of fire falling from the sky also completely shattered the last will of the orcs to resist, although there were still nearly 10,000 orcs on this battlefield, but with the death of the commander here, the entire battlefield under the night became chaotic.

"Click"

Danas. Thorbain buckled the visor of his helmet, brandishing a halberd wrapped around the flags of Fort Riptide and the Kingdom of Stormgard, and he controlled his fully armored horse to rush into the completely cleared Saldo Bridge in front of him, and behind him, the knights of Fort Riptide roared and followed.

Then there are the Knights of Lordaeron, the Knights of Stormwind...

When the heavy cavalry, the most threatening human race, rushed into the battlefield, the orcs who were still resisting completely collapsed.

"Victory!"

Marshal Lothar clenched his fists excitedly, and his voice rang out in the sparks of the battlefield:

"Glory to the Alliance! The defeat of the Horde is at hand... Come on! Soldiers, drive them out of our land! ”

And at the moment when the pillar of fire lit up in the darkness, Orgrim tightened the reins of the wolf, and these clever beasts sensed the danger ahead, and they roared and refused to move on.

The Great Chief was less than 10 kilometers away from the battlefield at this time, but the light in his eyes dimmed little by little as he looked at the position where the pillar of fire was flying.

"Lost."

Orgrim shook his head, filled with a certain frustration in his heart, but soon, he put aside this frustration that he shouldn't have been, and he turned back to the captain of Kukaron and shouted:

"Get ready to gather the remnants! Set up a line of defense around Grimbaatar... Let Kilrog abandon that port, and we... It's time for us to retreat. ”

"Great Chief!"

Sergeant Kukaron shouted:

"We can still fight! We can't just walk away! You can't give up this land to the Union Dogs! ”

"No one wants to just give up!"

Orgrim roared, venting the pent-up anger in his heart:

"But wetlands are infinitely defensible! Don't forget, the dwarves and gnomes of Kazmodan have been secretly rebelling against us, and once they make contact with the Alliance, the snowy mountains of Kazmodan will become our grave completely..."

"Retreat."

The Great Chief glanced helplessly at the battlefield in the distance, and he said with some reluctance:

"The fall of the wetlands is only a matter of time, Kazmodan can no longer hold on, retreat to the Scorching Canyon and the Burning Plains, and join up with Brooks, the Blackstone Tower is our last line of defense, if the alliance is still confident to attack there, I will make them suffer a lot!"

"By the way, hasn't the news of Red and Maim come back yet?"

The Grand Chief asked in a low voice, and Sergeant Kukaron hurriedly handed over a letter written in animal skins, and replied:

"No, Great Chief, just before we set off, we received a message from them... Gul'dan died, died on the Endless Sea, and Chief Red brought back his heart. ”

"Good!"

The light in Orgrim's eyes flashed instantly, and he clenched his fists and said cheerfully:

"Gul'dan, that dog thing, die well! What a bargain for him! ”

"Let Red sail directly to the Western Wilderness, land from there and join us in Blackstone Mountain, and the fleet they bring back can also bring back a batch of grain and grass by the way, Red... It looks like he's going to be a good Blackstone chieftain. ”