When did the war start?

A warning from the first orc scout to fall from a sneak attack?

Or did you step into an orc camp from the first Alliance assassins?

In short, it was like a flame thrown into dry wood, unexpected, and reasonable, the encounter turned into a skirmish, which brought irrepressible fighting, reinforcements from each other, until at last, the two beasts waiting for their opponents to show their flaws, provoked by blood, showed their fangs almost at the same time.

"Boom Boom"

The artillery of the Alliance roared, these siege weapons made by the dwarves and gnomes were placed on the hilly slopes, and some ship guns were removed from the retreating warships, and each salvo brought out a scorching cannonball, like a death cry falling from the sky, smashing into the dense formation of the orcs, bouncing on the ground and tearing apart the bodies of a few unlucky people, and finally the devastating explosion of gunpowder.

"Boom"

In the midday sun, shards of steel flew everywhere, tearing enemies to shreds along with their hapless own.

On the other side, orc warriors endure this terrifying attack, their ballistae are not as terrifying as the damage of artillery, and the ballista position will be destroyed by bombs dropped by griffon knights flying in the sky.

But they did not fall into a hurry, these warriors, who were never afraid of death, poured the anger brought by the thunderous humiliation into their bodies, and slaughtered these weak humans in front of them with their weapons in a more frantic posture, in face-to-face hand-to-hand combat.

"Report! The troops of Castle Dunhold suffered heavy casualties and withdrew from the front. ”

"The Gilneth Brigade is wiped out!"

"Artillery position No. 3 destroyed!"

Only 10 minutes after the start of the battle, the troops that the alliance was forced to withdraw from the battlefield reached 5, and all 3 troops were wiped out, and the front line was frantically advanced by the orcs.

"All bad news! Damn bad news! ”

Marshal Lothar rode on his horse, he stood on the hills of the rear front, holding a telescope in his hand, carefully observing the battlefield, and in his position he could clearly see that the originally neat front of the human race had now become intertwined, except for the most courageous Alahi warriors who did not retreat, in the flank position, the troops from the Kingdom of Gilneth had retreated nearly 1 kilometer.

Near rout!

The troops of the "Defender" Alterac Kingdom were reimbursed early.

To make matters worse, the orc commander seized on the weakness of the human frontal battlefield, and the frantic advance was like a sharp knife cutting flesh without stopping, even if they were led into the valley and shelled by heavy artillery troops from both sides, they still did not collapse.

The shouts of slaughter on the battlefield shook the sky, and the pungent smell of blood made everyone who entered the flesh mill feel dizzy, and they lost their own judgment, and could only instinctively rush forward with their companions, desperately trying to cut off the opponent's head, or be cut off by the opponent's head.

And the madness of the orcs' will to fight simply shocked Marshal Lothar and other generals who had fought all their lives.

"In frontal combat, the individual quality of humans and orcs is too poor, and the infantry can't stop them at all..."

King Dareen stood beside Marshal Lothar, he put down the telescope in his hand, pressed his fingers on the hilt of his sword, and whispered:

"Marshal, it's time to send out the knights!"

"Wait a minute!"

Every piece of bad news from the front made the old marshal's fingers tighter, he was a general who cherished the lives of his soldiers, and it was because of this that he could be unanimously recognized by the officers of the Alliance, but as a soldier, he also longed for victory, even if it was based on the cost of the total destruction of the infantry units.

"The orcs on the left flank rushed too hard..."

Three minutes later, a trace of killing intent flashed in the old marshal's eyes: "Let's teach Orgrim what it means to divide and annihilate!" ”

"Knights of Stormwind!"

"Knights of Kul Tiras!"

Lothar's command sounded at this moment: "I order, you rush into the battlefield from the left flank and cut the orc vanguard on the left flank and their rear legions!" ”

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

King Dareen of Kurtilas, and Stormwind royal nobles and knight leader Berval. The Duke of Vortagen immediately turned on his horse and rushed into his respective knighthoods, and Marshal Lothar's order was not finished, like a sharp blade waiting for the right time to unsheath, this blow must make the opponent bleed!

"Royal Knights of Lordaeron! Prepare to charge head-on into the severed orc legions... This time, chop off one of Orgrim's arms! ”

"Yes!"

Paladin Uther, head of the Royal Order of Lordaeron, shouted, turned and rushed into his own heavily armored order.

A moment later, amid the cheers of the human infantry, the two knights who made the earth tremble rushed into the battlefield on the left flank of the orc army with unshakable momentum like two sharp knives.

In the bloody resistance, regardless of casualties, he used his flesh and blood to completely separate the orcs who rushed into the human front on the left flank from the orc legions in the rear.

The divided orcs were still fighting to the death, and they were caught in a frenzied death battle and did not notice the trap against them, until the knights of Lordaeron of thousands rushed down the hillside, led by the paladin Uther, the knights mounted their black cavalry on their horses, the banner of the kingdom of Lordaeron fluttered on the battlefield, and everywhere the heavy cavalry went, the blood and stumps of the orcs were almost stained with the hilly earth.

This precise and vicious counterattack was like a sharp blade falling from the sky, carrying the blood of orcs, making the entire battlefield cheer and thunder, and the human side was full of momentum.

"Great Chief!!"

The bloodied old sword saint Dahl rushed into the orc headquarters, the wolf under his crotch screamed, and almost threw his master away, the old sword saint grabbed Orgrim's arm, and he shouted:

"Dispatch the reserves! Our left... It's going to be eaten! ”

"No way!"

The muscles in Orgrim's arm were tense, indicating that he was in a bad mood at this time...

The orcs who drank the blood of the demons were unstoppable, but once these guys fell into a state of frenzy, it was easy to lose their minds, just like now, the tens of thousands of orcs on the left flank looked at the advantage and slaughtered the humans in a frenzy, but this was exploited by the cunning Lothar and led them into a deadly trap.

The human heavy cavalry had already stormed the battlefield, and these separate orcs would soon be crushed, and then divided and slaughtered by the human infantry that was eyeing them around.

But here's the problem... Can't be saved!

"Saving them will affect the rest of the fronts! Losing the left wing will cost us dearly, but risking rescue will affect the other clans, and once we are seized by Lothar, we are finished... Dahl! Don't forget! They have much more troops than we do! They can stand up to attrition, we can't..."

Orgrim's eyes narrowed, staring at the other side of the battlefield several kilometers wide in front of him, knowing that the commander of the humans he had fought was waiting for him to give orders, and then looking for an opportunity to bring the tribe down, and he would not give Lothar that chance.

The Great Chief gritted his teeth and shouted in a deep voice:

"Let the warriors of the left flank drag the knights of the humans! I will personally take Kukaron with me and crush humanity from the right flank... I don't believe they can conjure up three knights!! ”

"Kukaron! Get ready for battle! ”

The Great Chief lifted his black war hammer and shouted, and behind him, the heavily armed Chieftain Guards let out a roar in unison, and the momentum of the roar made the morale of the entire orc side rise again.

"Let the war shamans come on! Withstand the human counterattack in the middle lane! ”

"Dahl! Bring your Juggernauts with me! I'm going to let Old Man Lothar know... What does it mean to be unstoppable! What is the meaning of destroying the withering and decaying! ”

"Roar!"

At the same moment that the Great Chief of the Orcs rushed into the battlefield from the right flank with his elite guards, the orc war shamans with their faces painted with oil paint and war hammers and staff in their hands, dressed strangely, were surrounded by orc warriors and walked into the battle line.

In ancient Draenor, the roar of the world elements had dissipated and the shamans were dying, but after coming to Azeroth, the natural elements that were active in this world made these ancient legacies shine with a sharp edge again.

The war shamans waved the weapons in their hands, and as they roared ancient war songs, layers of blood-red aura rippled from their weapons, as if they were truly awakened by blood, but any orc warrior shrouded by these blood-colored halos seemed to be aroused by the mad power in the deepest part of their bodies.

"Roar!"

"Human! Die!! ”

Their already exaggerated muscles swelled again at this moment, their already hideous faces were even crazier at this moment, their blood-red eyes seemed to burn with a substantial flame, and worse... Whether these orcs are attacking or defending, they are all under this layer of aura, and they have become more terrifying.

War Magic - Bloodthirsty!

This is the most terrifying hole card that the orc's ancient elemental belief brings to the orcs, in the form of magic, the strength, speed, and destructive power of the orcs are increased by at least one-third.

"Boom"

From Marshal Lothar's point of view, the battlefield in the middle lane is like a dam that has been smashed in the green waves, in the attack of those crazy orcs, the original parity was broken in an instant, and the orcs in the middle lane are like a sharp knife, stabbing into the heart of the human front.

What's even worse is that at the same time as the middle lane was broken through, on the right flank of the battlefield, an elite legion joined the battlefield, and the battle flag of the orc chief flew, like the blessing of the bloodthirsty aura that could not be seen.

"Orc shaman! And Orgrim! ”

The old marshal pulled out the heavy sword behind his back with a thud, and shouted to the old mage beside him, who had white hair and beard, a black pointed hat, and an ice crystal staff in his hand:

"Master Antonidas! I'll leave it to you in the middle lane! ”

The old mage nodded, the light of the shattered space shone on his body, and the next moment, a super-large teleportation technique appeared behind the collapsing human battle line.

At the same time, the old marshal turned on his horse, his sword raised high, and he shouted:

"Warriors! The Great Chief of the Orcs has entered the battlefield... Follow me and kill him! Let's put an end to it once and for all! ”

"The descendants of Soradin... Charge with me! ”

"Roar"

Lothar's golden marshal's banner was raised, and along the hillside of the command, the last reserve of the human race was also thrown into the battlefield, like a golden arrow, aimed directly at the right flank of the battlefield that was about to be broken through.

At this moment, all the cards on both sides were played, the conspiracy and trickery, all the planning was useless, and then it was time for the sword to ring.

"Buzz"

Behind the frontal position of the human race, when the space was shattered, a whole group of Dalaran mages wearing neat robes and holding magic staff appeared, and under the leadership of the three archmages of Dalaran, terrible magic fluctuations surged in the rear, and only 10 seconds later, the sky above the orcs was torn apart by the tumbling magic.

Four meteorites burning with blazing fire were pulled down from the sky by the mages, and for a while, the strategic magic of humans caused the sun in the sky to lose its due light.

Beneath the meteorite, there is also an icy, natural catastrophe-like blizzard, and the ice picks and wind and snow created by magic will rapidly reduce the temperature of the battlefield, slowing down the pace of the orc warriors' charge, or even freezing.

Under the attack of ice and fire, the orc troops who drove straight into the field were dragged to the battlefield.

The human soldiers retreated in unison under the leadership of the commanders, and in front of them, a super-large confinement force field composed of arcane magic descended from the sky, making the bodies of the craziest orc warriors who had been blessed by bloodthirsty magic turn into comical slow motion, and they could only stay where they were, bearing the harvest of magic falling from the sky.

In a world dominated by magical civilizations, mages are few and far between, but once they join forces to reverse the decline of a battlefield, it is only in an instant.

"Bang"

On the right flank of the battlefield, the weapons of the Great Chief Orgrim and the old marshal Lothar collided wildly, and the two powerful warriors fought between the leaders on this battlefield, and no small soldier dared to rush into their battle circle, and in the duel of the warriors with full combat power, even spectators were an extremely deadly activity.

Awakened to the grip of Fury's top warriors, their weapons don't even need to touch the enemy's body to bring a devastating offensive, like two whirlwind storms.

"The human mage has appeared!"

The fire-bladed sword that has been waiting for the opportunity of Saint-Dahl. The eyes of the Triple Blood Blade lit up, and following his movements, the more than 40 Fire Blade Sword Saints who were slaughtering human soldiers behind him almost disappeared into the air in unison.

The orc sword master who has entered the state of swift wind step is simply the most terrifying assassin, as long as he strikes the knife, he will inevitably see blood!

On the other side, as early as the moment when he felt the huge amount of magic fluctuations, Talon. The Blood Demon and his Death Knights were already at war, and after receiving the order, the heavy scepter in Talon's hand swung forward, and the evil rune attached to it was activated, and in an instant, around the battlefield where the 300 Death Knights stood, those hacked corpses were killed.

Both orcs and humans were temporarily awakened under the evil magic of the warlock, and their weapons were in their hands, like a black corpse tide, behind the charging death knights, rolling up a complete death attack.

"Follow me... Dead knights. ”

"The lives of those mages... It's ours! ”