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As the most experienced in fighting the Horde, Lothar knew this well.

The current orc warriors, although better equipped than before, are declining in combat effectiveness. The first group of orcs that the Stormwind Kingdom faced, each of them was a master of battle.

Any reckless sortie, die!

Any moment of unresponsiveness, die!

Failure in any contest of strength, death!

According to Duke, these are the elite of a hundred battles that have just been trained after a war against an unknown race called the Draenei.

Not only does he know how to use all his strengths, but his fighting talent is also unparalleled.

In the face of such elites, the soldiers of the Stormwind Kingdom are often beaten by one to ten in the battle loss ratio.

However, after the burning of Stormwind and the two cross-sea landings, it was difficult for Lothar to see a large number of orcs of that quality.

Here on the Nanliu Coast, Lothar estimated that the battle loss ratio had probably dropped to 1 to 3 for orcs to humans. Again, this is due to the lack of warlock support from the orcs, and the relationship between humans and almost all mages who can fight.

Now it's like a tipping point, and whoever survives it will win.

If the alliance can't withstand it this time, then the orcs will have a large number of elites who have experienced the experience of blood and fire. Even a drudgery who would have been able to use only a wooden hammer can grow into a formidable killing machine.

Instead, well-trained coalition troops, such as Lordaeron and Gilneth soldiers, will grow quickly.

Almost, just a little bit.

But Lothar had already sent all the best troops he could. The powerhouses of the tribe also have Uther and the elite of the Silver Hand Knights to deal with.

Lothar had nothing to do but send himself up.

It's no wonder that Terenus is in such a hurry!

If it weren't for the fact that King Terenus was still a little sober and knew that it would be useless to send cavalry in such a situation, it is estimated that he would even be smashed into the rest of his knights in one go.

Suddenly, a voice rang out.

"Well, this, Deputy Commander Marcus sent me a message that in the event of an unfavorable situation, the 'Tactical Strike Force FFF Regiment' can be used. "It was Macaro, Duke's butler, who spoke.

In terms of force, Makaro is a scumbag.

In terms of ability, he doesn't have anything to stand out about, but his tactfulness and dutifulness have made him the most widely known mouthpiece under Duke's command, and on many occasions, he is even Duke's plenipotentiary agent, and his words and deeds represent Duke's attitude.

His appearance now is undoubtedly a clear stream in the backwater of the alliance command.

"What, Duke has a way again!?" King Terenas grabbed Macaro's shoulders in surprise.

"Well, it's just an experimental weapon. It's not battle-tested, but my lord said you can try it if you need to. Macaro didn't say anything to death, even if Duke's words were, "Send those guys out and kill them when they're about to collapse." Macaro was still careful to keep room to speak.

"What is the FFF regiment?" Lothar wondered, he didn't believe Duke, he borrowed himself and let Makaro explain it to everyone.

"Well, it's like a singular language, called fire, fire, fire or something? ”

Duke's back hand made Lothar's teeth hurt when he heard it.

"Okay, let's not talk about it, just say how you want to cooperate. Do you want me to order the ballista or cannon to be removed?" In the imagination of Lothar and the other bigwigs, something that could be used as a backstop must be a huge, terrible thing.

Makaro waved his hand: "No, we have a full set of preparations. ”

On the beach front, the Union was losing ground one after another.

Another line of defense with a wooden fence as the core was completely destroyed.

After slashing the creature in half with a huge machete, the High Lord Mograine quickly surveyed the line and immediately grabbed a herald not far from him, shouting at him, "Form a defensive team!"

The soldier nodded, then raised his horn, and blew it twice, then three more.

After hearing this voice, from the captains of the various squads to the mid-level officers, they all shouted orders at their own troops, gathered their soldiers, and staggered back in small phalanxes, while ensuring that the orcs could not catch up at once.

Turning around and running or something is death. If you're not careful, it can turn into a rout.

Humans who are 1.80 meters tall, no matter how fast they run, for those orcs who are generally more than 2 meters tall, their little short legs can't win.

The Horde attempted to break through the retreating phalanx, but the Alliance soldiers stood tightly, their weapons held steady, and stabbed any orcs that came close.

Even in the retreating state, each squad set up their shields, connected to each other, ensuring that each powerful blow of the orcs was sustained by more than three people at the same time.

Small shield walls are moving.

Orcs are constantly storming these squads in sheer numbers, and if you're lucky, you can knock them over. Once they fall, there is basically no chance to get up again, and the orcs will definitely rush up to make up for it.

Fortunately, most of the Alliance soldiers were able to successfully retreat to the next line of defense.

Looking at the sky, Mograini had a sadness that could not be concealed.

"This can't be done! If you don't stay up at night, the entire coastal defense line will collapse......" Mograini was worried as he watched the sunset.

Craftsmen are already frantically adding fences and antlers, but the new lines of defense are certainly not as solid as the first few of them. If the Horde offensive cannot be contained before dark, and the battle turns into positional warfare, it is clear that the humans who have suffered a single battle will be defeated in the night battle.

At this moment, several dazzling flames emerged from behind Mograini, swaying down in mid-air in the center of the battlefield.

Obviously, this has nothing to do with magic and the occult.

As soon as Mograine turned his head, he saw a group of private soldiers of Duke Marcus of the Stormwind Kingdom standing on the next line of defense.

It was a long-lasting and brighter light than the flames of the magicians. More than a dozen tongues of fire stretched out from the arrow tower, making the small half of the battlefield burn.

The dazzling light of the flames dimmed all other colors of the battlefield, even the sun's rays, which had begun to fade their brilliance.

Fear of fire, this is the most primitive instinct of almost all land creatures. Its fear first came from the fires in the primeval forests hundreds of millions of years ago. From the moment there was a forest fire, the fear of flames was deeply rooted in the genes of terrestrial creatures.

The momentum of the tribe's onslaught came to a standstill for a while.

Mograine finally had a chance to see the logo on the strange group of Union soldiers, three consecutive identical symbols.

FFF (To be continued.) )