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The sudden disconnection of the weapon changed the form of the battle in an instant.

Sal began to press in, while Blackmore slowly retreated. But the long-term defense must be lost, and Blackmore was still seized by Sal.

Taking advantage of Blackmore's disorganized footsteps as Blackmore retreated, Thrall raised his spear and suddenly stabbed it into Blackmore's crotch and into the eyes of the skeleton warhorse.

Then, with a twist of his hands, the soul fire in the skeleton horse's eye socket was completely extinguished.

The whole horse turned into bone powder and scattered with the wind, and Blackmore also fell from his horse and sat down.

Unarmed, he sat on the muddy ground and looked at Sal in panic.

"Nope! You can't do this—I don't have a weapon, and it's not in honor for an orc to kill me like this!" ”

Thrall hesitated slightly, but then stabbed the spear in his hand.

The sharp spear, with its furious fire element, pierced Blackmore's skull, nailing the death knight directly to the ground.

"Avenging your loved ones is the greatest honor." Thrall whispered, "Taresha, may you rest in peace. ”

Seeing that the opposing commander had died at Thrall's hands, Orgrim raised the warhammer in his hand and hurriedly greeted him.

"All the troops! Let's seize this opportunity and take the castle where our people are being held in one fell swoop! ”

The frostwolf orcs blew their horns.

The muffled sound of trumpets, along with the rumbling of war drums, resounded throughout the battlefield—and the ogres came to the battlefield under the shouts of Lexa.

Ogre Ogre had trained so hard to avoid fighting their own people in battle—and although their brains were still not bright, that allowed them to go into battle.

In order to get the most out of these big guys. Ogrim deliberately made this group of ogres only responsible for tearing down the walls, or attracting long-range firepower by opening the walls.

Surprisingly, the defenders of Dunhold Castle did not seem so flustered.

After a brief moment of stagnation, all the defenders were organized.

These human soldiers were in perfect harmony, and they wore Lordaeron's standard armor. With a huge tower shield tied to his left arm and a sharp sword in his right hand, he formed a neat and well-organized infantry phalanx, slowly advancing towards the frostwolf orcs.

"That's not right!" Drunken Feng, who was watching the battle from behind, shook his head silently, "It seems that these guys have been prepared for a long time, and it is definitely not Lordaeron's own training. ”

Lordaeron's soldiers had seen the drunkenness of the wind - the worst soldiers in the human nations were not for fun. Normally, Lordaeron's soldiers would not use a weapon like a tower shield at all, and a shield that was too heavy would not suit them.

And these well-trained soldiers in front of them obviously don't look like the handiwork of Lordaeron himself.

As the soldiers approached, Drunken Wind finally noticed that something was wrong.

The eyes of all soldiers were blue—not the normal blue that was as clear as water, but the blue that shimmered under the armor, the color of the necromancy.

It's the Death Knight! Although it seems that they are all half-finished "trainee death knights".

"Damn it! What a Death Knight! Drunken Wind couldn't help but exclaim, "Although they all look like defective products, I'm afraid the frost wolf orcs are going to bleed heavily!" ”

This time, the main attack is the orcs and ogres, and the ogres have already rushed forward first-the price to make these big guys turn back in battle is even more than defeat!

Imagine a group of unscrupulous guys who will hammer whom, that scene is simply terrifying!

Orgrim also noticed the problem, but since it was impossible to turn back, he simply called the orcs to charge with all their might—"Loc'tarogar!" Come with me, charge! ”

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After the two sides fought, the battle unexpectedly reached a stalemate.

The Frostwolf Orcs are far more powerful than anyone could have imagined.

Amid the hoarse battle song of Draketar, the frostwolf orcs rushed up with their frostwolf companions.

If the group of half-finished death knights in Dunhold Castle combined to form a strong shield, then the warriors of the Frostwolf clan and the frostwolves were like a rain of spears from the sky.

Faced with a neat, seemingly invulnerable phalanx, the frostwolf orcs showed their patience when hunting large prey.

The orcs at the front, as soon as they touched the phalanx, spread out to both sides - all looking for opportunities in motion.

As soon as the trainee death knights in the phalanx showed even the slightest flaw, the surrounding orcs would rush up and tear him to shreds with the sharp weapons in their hands.

In addition, at the front, the Stone Fist ogre acts as a meat shield, defending against those long-range blows from the city walls. After some violent tugging, the frostwolf orcs actually had the upper hand on the field!

This tacit and wild cooperation. Let Admiral Dai Lin, who was watching the battle from behind, frown - the frostwolf orcs are really completely different from the other people

In the orc war, because the orcs are affected by the blood of demons, although they are more than brave, but the cooperation is seriously insufficient, humans can often rely on his shortcomings to create some opportunities in their favor.

In the later stages of the Orc War, the Orcs in the aftermath of the demon's blood were languishing, and the human counterattack was very smooth.

But this time is completely different.

These frost wolf orcs are not only brave in battle, but also understand that small-scale cooperation is very subtle. Although it seems that they have not undergone extensive training, some shamans have war songs that command the overall situation, and it is difficult for orcs to suffer in general.

By this time, Dai Lin had begun to regard the frostwolf orcs as his imaginary enemies - and as a result, most of the troops, except for a few elite troops of the Alliance, could not face such orcs.

For a moment, Dai Lin even wanted to kill these orcs here, because this kind of calm orcs was really terrifying.

But then Dalin smiled and shook his head.

After a long period of contact with Logosh, Dalin also had a rudimentary understanding of the shamanic teachings of the orcs.

Daerin understood that if they were bloodthirsty and warlike, orcs could easily lose their elemental blessings. And without the blessing of the elements, it is impossible for the orcs to play such a combat effect!

In other words, if the orcs want to start a war, the shamans will not agree to it first!

While Dai Lin was thinking, the forms on the battlefield gradually became clear. (To be continued.) )