A while ago, a large number of knights were sent to raid the fortress of Grimbaatar, but the result was unsuccessful, and the consequences began to emerge. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe death of a large number of elite knights forced Mograini to promote more knight candidates to knights.

In Mograini's opinion, the inexperience of many people is already a trivial matter. Looking at the Fifth and Sixth Legions of Lordaeron next door, many of the guys who became commanders were simply rubbish on the name of the knights, because most of them were scrammed in by the nobles, and this was the compromise that Terenus had to make to the nobles in the country.

The reason why they can maintain a tight position now is purely because they have the most elite soldiers under their command who have experienced the Battle of the Silver Pine Forest.

It's close.

It's close!

It's getting closer!

As the armies of the Alliance and the Horde approached the land, scorched by the heat, the apparently hot air began to grow cold and condensed.

It's just an illusion of a trance.

However, this illusion is not pleasant, and the heat of the scorching canyon is very uncomfortable.

On the contrary, the orcs on the opposite side, led by the Blackstone clan, felt that it was normal.

Standing on a large rock at the forefront of the army, almost all the orcs could see their chieftain, the hammer of destruction that was like a symbol of the scorching earth.

They began to believe the words of the Great Chief.

Though a column of brightly armored human warriors approached them at a neat pace;

Although the spears held high by humans were as dense as a forest, each spear tip glittered with a blinding chill;

However, when their Great Chief shouted out the words that echoed in the blood of the orcs for thousands of years, as if they had mysterious power and were incomparably sacred throughout their lives, every orc got an answer to this war.

What's that answer?

“Lok-tar，ogar！”

Right!

Victory, death!

“Lok-tar，ogar！”

Two hundred and fifty thousand voices, united into one, reverberated throughout the scorching canyon.

Under the leadership of their Great Chief, the once-still green sea began to surge wildest!

That's the strongest fusion of the will of 250,000 people!

That's also a desperate race's survival roar!

In the face of such a terrifying voice of the orcs, both Mograine and Anduin had the deepest spiritual shock.

This battle is hanging!

Mograine shouted at the top of his voice, "Ballistas, trebuchets shoot first." The 1st and 2nd Heavy Cavalry Regiments countercharged! The momentum of the other side must be suppressed!"

Throwing your ace into the game from the beginning is undoubtedly a very unsuccessful start.

Mograini had no choice.

For he saw the arrowhead troop at the front of the tribe, Orgrim and his ogre guards, and more than ten chiefs of terrifying combat power.

It was definitely not an opponent that an ordinary shield array could defend against.

Anduin was also nervous: "Tell Duke! I need his Red Dragon Legion, now!"

After the arraignment, Anduin raised his hand: "Knights of the Storm King, Silver Hand, follow me!"

With that, he immediately galloped his horse.

"Catch up! Red Dragon!"

In fact, Duke called for the Air Force earlier than them. However, since the red dragons were not arranged to enter the field in advance, it would take more than twenty minutes for the few red dragons that were in the barren land to fly over at this moment, no matter how fast they were.

The heavy cavalry of the Lordaeron streamed out from both sides of the front line, and after quickly forming a sharp formation, the horses began to speed up and trot across the battlefield, the knights holding their heads high and the tips of their spears lined up.

Soon, a silver wave appeared at the front of the battlefield, and they were galloping, wrapped in the momentum of thousands of troops, ready to collide with the terrifying green wave.

Black crossbow bolts rose diagonally from the human array, pouring down in front of the orc array with a density that could be called obscuring the sky and the sun.

Mograini could imagine that in a dozen seconds, there would be countless hollows in that sea of green, and the frenzy would be stagnant.

Something that no one had ever thought of happened, and suddenly, the sound of ballistas rang out from the orc formation. A whole bunch of strange crossbow arrows were fired.

At this moment, Duke, who was on the right side, was stunned on the spot: "I'll pull the grass, isn't this the propeller of a helicopter?"

What comes out really looks like a propeller. When the stake-like ballista shot from the orc's side flew into the air, due to inertia, the spiral wings tied to the crossbow arrows were brought up, and began to rotate at high speed under the drive of the rushing air.

The next moment, like a razor, shaved most of the crossbow arrows in the air **** towards the orc infantry into countless segments.

Human Ballista...... Lapse!

"This ...... This must have been a good thing for our distant Black Iron Dwarves. Magni muttered.

His words were right, orcs only have some thick and hard things, and such a low-tech but particularly effective war machine will definitely not be an orc invention.

This also meant that the heavy cavalry that charged lost cover.

"Axe!" Orgrim, who led the charge, did not forget to order.

The running orcs began to remove the short axes that were tied to their waists, the throwing axes that the Black Iron Dwarves had prepared for them. Even if each axe was the size of a human axe for cutting down trees, for tall orcs, it could only be used for throwing.

An axe made of black iron, which is quite rough. Under the innate divine power of the orcs, they can easily throw a distance of more than fifty meters.

The raindrops of axes emitted a piercing and terrifying screech, and they spun one after another in the air, drawing a shocking arc and striking at the charging heavy cavalry.

The heavy armor of the Lordaerons, which could easily withstand even a rain of arrows, became meaningless. Hundreds of pounds of momentum are concentrated on the narrow blade of the axe. Neither the iron-clad kite-shaped shield nor the plate armor of more than five millimeters could resist the terrifying power of the axe.

"Ahh

"Don't!"

"Mom, I don't want to die!"

Anyone, once hit, will fly upside down four or five meters and fall to the ground fiercely, or instantly split the body.

Broken horses' heads and legs, human stumps, and shattered spears flew everywhere less than thirty meters from the orc forward.

Of the ten heavy cavalry, only one or two at most could rush in front of the orcs.

However, they were not much better than their robes.

The ogres were more than three meters long handle war hammers, and under their long arms, there was not much difference in the cavalry guns of the heavy cavalry. Faster and more violent counterattacks, often the last to come.

Before the cavalry spear charge taught by the knight's predecessors arrived, they were stunned in a violent wind, and even the men and horses flew out.

can even smash people and horses with a hammer of nearly a thousand catties, the horror of the Ogrim personal guard can be imagined. (To be continued.) )