In the distance, above the peaks representing the horizon, is a dark gray sky.

Beneath the thick dark clouds that almost crushed the entire peak, countless green orcs were stepping over the peaks, and the entire canyon was filled with the scattered limbs of human soldiers, weapons and armor with a matte sheen.

From the initial defensive battle, it has become a massacre of the apocalyptic scene.

Aside from heavy crossbow bolts and a small squad of mages that can deal relatively effective damage to orcs, the human camp has no problem with orcs.

The orcs smashed the bunkers like whack-a-mole, pulled out the human soldiers inside, and tortured them one by one. The rude and arrogant laughter of the orcs echoed throughout the canyon.

Anduin Lothar, who was at the command post on the top of the mountain, had a bloody face on his face, and he turned to the commander of the griffin legion and said in a deep voice, "General Tom Seamus, bring your men with me." The Stormwind Kingdom needs a broken legion. ”

After saying this, Lothar's tall body also appeared to grow taller.

Every nobleman present bowed their heads in shame.

They are the ones who forced King Lane to fight a bad debt that he didn't know who he was or what he didn't know.

They were the ones who brought Anduin and the entire legion of griffons to death in order to keep their territory.

Obviously, the command room is so popular, and every nobleman suddenly feels lonely, feeling that he has given up a comrade-in-arms!

The named General Tom Seamus is a middle-aged man in his thirties with blond hair, a typical soldier who has nothing to do with the aristocratic atmosphere. Rough eyebrows fluttered along the bulge of cheek muscles, and General Simos straightened up, smiled and gently put on his helmet. Before putting on the helmet, he didn't forget to sort out the red tassel of the helmet on his helmet, which was different from that of ordinary soldiers, as if he was afraid that the orcs would not see that he was a general.

"If you go on the road with Lord Lothar, you won't be lonely. In his faint words, there was a firm sonorous sense that almost jumped out of the realm of sound.

Would you like to be a hero for a second!Or a coward for a lifetime!?

When a man really understands this sentence, he will understand where the heavy weight of the long sword in his hand comes from.

Turning his head to Duke Berval Vortagen, Lothar nodded vigorously: "If I can't go back, then tell Ryan that his friend Anduin Lothar fought for his kingdom to the last drop of blood." ”

Bowall's facial muscles twitched, and he took a step forward suddenly, wanting to draw the sword in his scabbard: "I'll be with you......"

Suddenly, Anduin's hand pressed down on Boval's wrist, preventing him from drawing his sword.

"The war has just begun, and it is enough to die a little jazz. The retreat is up to you, Duke Vortagen!" Anduin's voice was so loud that it was impossible to tell that he was a man ready to die.

Bowall's mouth squirmed for a long time, and he couldn't get out half a word. Eventually, he turned his head away, his face full of pain that he couldn't hide.

"Listen up, the next retreat is under the command of I, Bovar Furtagen, whoever is scrambling to escape first, just wait for me to cut off his head!"

Lothar even had this in mind. Without King Lane's backing, Anduin was just a little knight. But without Ryan, Berval was still the high duke.

His family background, his identity, is a deterrent to those nobles who no longer have much will to fight.

Soon, the nobles in the entire command room rushed out.

The shouts of the aristocratic officers sounded in the direction of the back mountain, except for the soldiers in the small pillbox in front of them who could not be withdrawn, more than seventy percent of the soldiers on the entire mountain peak began to evacuate in an orderly manner.

Looking at the green frenzy in the distance, there was indescribable complexity in Lothar's eyes.

Is it lonely?

Is it embarrassing?

Are you unwilling?

Or is it a generous death?

Tom Seamus went and returned, taking a stand beside Lothar, his voice firm and powerful: "The five thousand men of the Griffon Legion are ready. ”

Seriously, Lothar didn't have to break the queen himself, as the commander of this battle, he could have put the blame on the nobles who shouted to the sky before the battle, and their legs trembled when they saw the orcs. Ryan will definitely keep him.

But Lothar didn't, he calmly put on his helmet and walked out of the command post with Tom Seamus.

"Guards, blow our horn and tell the savage bastards that we are coming!" Lothar's loud voice made the guards guarding the door awe-inspired.

"Woo-woo-" The heavy, thick horn sounded, causing the orcs who were immersed in the slaughter to lift their green-skinned heads.

A little higher up the mountainside, before the orcs had yet to reach them, the gates of the most massive bunkers on the two peaks opened. Thousands of human soldiers in bright silver armor quickly converged into two phalanxes, each guarding a mountain peak.

On the slope of the hill with a slope of 30 degrees, slowly push down the mountain.

"Roar—there's finally a decent guy to die!" said the chief of a small clan with a smirk in orc language.

The warriors of the Griffin Legion slowly descended along the smoothest side of the hill, and as far as the eye could see, there were streams of steel made of floating shields and armor.

The entire legion looked like a dazzling, flowing mass of mercury. In the gap between the kite-shaped shields, which were one size larger than ordinary Stormwind soldiers, I could vaguely see these hoplites covered in armor and with only half of their faces exposed in front of their helmets, their eyes full of determination.

At the front are all shield swordsmen, and from the third row onwards are spearmen armed with spears nearly four meters in length. They rested their spears on the shoulders of the robes in front of them, protruding from the gap between the shields.

The same was true of the spearmen in the fourth and fifth rows. It's just that the angle of the spears in each row is higher.

This was calculated, and for tall orcs, the lowest row of spears reached just above their waists.

The entire phalanx resembles a huge steel hedgehog, which is intimidating.

It was as if a forest of spears had risen, and the cold light of the dense spear tips flickered.

If it's against humans, I'm afraid it's going to be a protracted battle between positions and positions. Because a simple bow and arrow can do little against this steel defense.

But the orcs were different, they grinned, screamed, and brandished their heavy weapons, and then attacked them fearlessly.

The huge tomahawk swept across his waist, and all he could hear was the crackling sound of the spear shaft breaking. The spear shafts of the spearmen were specially chosen. Humans usually use heavy swords to cut them, and they have to cut at least several times in the same place before they can be cut.

However, in the face of the great power of the orcs, breaking the shaft of the spear was as easy as breaking chopsticks.