On the tribe's side, there are all kinds of equipment. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Stone war hammers, spears made of sharpened branches, and animal skins to tie their bodies to act as armor, improvised patchwork from branches, and a large number of freshly baked catapults with unshaven branches on them......

At first glance, it seems that his opponent is a barbarian tribe with a completely uncivilized civilization.

And the trolls on the two wings of the orcs are still the same as they were thousands of years ago. The spears were all sharp stone tips, dangerous for a near-unarmored ranger, but utterly waste for heavily armored elven infantry and arcane constructs.

The elven soldier's initial nervousness was all amused by the sight before him, followed by a low laugh.

"I thought it was some great intelligent race that could break through our runestone magic defenses......"

"The Ranger team on the border is also a waste, and they were beaten by such a guy to the point that they discarded all their dignity and sent out dozens of distress letters a day. ”

The laughter of the soldiers drifted into the ears of the rangers who were stationed in the Eastern Temple defenses, and anger was on the faces of each elven ranger.

The four Windranger sisters stand in different ways:

Aurelia stood proudly in the wind, expressionless, but anyone could see the pain in her eyes.

Sylvanas clasped his hands to his chest, leaning against the shadow of one of the temple's pillars, his back to the battlefield, a sneer on his lips.

Wen Rasa, who was supposed to be the most lively, sat on the steps of the temple with her hands on her knees, without saying a word.

On the contrary, Lilasi, whose face was as heavy as water, took her right hand as her palm, covered her forehead, and made a gesture of looking into the distance: "Eldest sister, the front is a miscellaneous card, the back is the elite led by the Blackstone clan, and then there seems to be a special mist type spell in the rear." ”

"Sure enough, Duke guessed correctly......" Aurelia, the great hero of the Troll War, muttered to herself, and soon, her emerald green eyes regained their brilliance: "As long as Duke is here, the High Elves will not perish." ”

With that, she raised her voice and shouted, "Hadurun!"

The two elven rangers suddenly walked quickly behind Aurelia.

"Haduron Mingyi reports to you. ”

"Lotherma Theron reports to you. ”

Aurelia looked back, "Are you ready?"

Both ranger captains hesitated slightly, and after a brief pause, they replied, "Ready." ”

"That's good. Aurelia nodded, unaware that she had just ordered two of the triumvirate of Silvermoon City, which would become famous in the future......

Over there, the trumpets of the march sounded almost simultaneously on both sides.

All the elven warriors did the same thing, putting on their helmets.

The Elven Helmet is very different from the style of the Arath's common Arathas helmet in the Alliance.

Its decorative significance is far greater than the actual combat significance, compared to the half-hood style of the Alliance helmet, the elven helmet is more like a beautifully carved visor, with intricate patterns and extremely fine dyeing, and from a distance, almost all the mountains and fields are reflected in gold and red light.

Because of the widespread use of kite-shaped shields, the soldiers were also quite agile in their movements.

However, after this relatively narrow shield was seen by Orgrim from the podium, the Great Chief let out a sneer.

Here, on a huge podium raised by four five-meter-tall, massive arcane constructs, Kael'thas, the rightful heir to the great Sunseeker royal family, displayed his dazzling face in front of the army.

With a wave of the hand and a throw, there is an unimaginable charm.

Pointing lightly into the distance, Kael'thas shouted, "Cover shot!"

As the herald's voice was heard, it spread through a sophisticated magical teleportation system unimaginable to humans throughout the mage team in the back. On the hillside near the Eastern Temple, a continuous line of fire that lit up the entire horizon shone brightly.

That's more than a thousand Earth Mages unleashing fireball spells at the same time!

The mage group, which is already equal to the total number of mages in several human kingdom mage groups, is only standard here in the High Elves. In fact, the proportion of mages in the elven army is more than 1 in 10.

With so many mages, the momentum created was incomparably terrifying.

"Huhuhu-" With a continuous whistling sound, countless fireballs flew over the heads of the elven infantry and came to the line of orc skirmishers who were charging on the other side of the battlefield.

It was an instinctive, premonition of impending disaster, and every orc warrior who was about to be struck had a tingling sensation in their scalps.

Not a single orc panicked, and not a single orc retreated. They still roared and charged.

After more than ten seconds, I saw a sea of crimson fire descending from the sky, covering the orcs' already somewhat messy and loose charging array. More than eight hundred orc warriors were wiped out, and twice the number of orcs turned into flaming humanoid torches, struggling and rolling in the flames.

It is conceivable that in a matter of moments, they will be transformed into charred corpses.

Then it's harvest time.

The elven infantryman, who was advancing with a kite-shaped shield in one hand, thought so. Not a single unit could maintain morale in the face of such a blow. That's what the instructors said when they were trained.

Unfortunately, they ran into exceptions.

Although most of their compatriots had been consumed by the flames, the relatively intact orcs still launched a fanatical charge.

"This can't be!!" exclaimed a female mage beside Kael'thas.

Kael'thas narrowed his eyes, he pretended to be calm, but others felt a tremor from his voice: "Marksman troops kill!"

The charging orcs were already very scattered, and it would be a waste to strike another covering blow. Originally, the remaining hundreds of orcs were handed over to the infantry to solve the problem. A strong sense of crisis led Kael'thas to give the order to mend the knife.

It's a pity that his sharpshooter unit disgraced him.

Marksmen are the elite of the rangers, and for political reasons, the rangers of the Windranger family are not eligible to enter this kind of archer unit directly under the royal family. Their marksmanship is indeed outstanding, but not many of them have actually experienced actual combat.

In the encounter with these orcs who still roar madly even when a large number of their companions die, charging desperately. For various subjective or objective reasons, many 'marksmen' have shot orcs, but they have missed the vital point.

Kael'thas saw with his own eyes that three arrows were pierced on one cheek, and the whole person was already an orc like a porcupine, even if he was covered in blood, he still killed in front of the array of elven infantry.

"There are less than three hundred orcs left, right?" said Kael'thas to himself.

The next situation almost didn't scare his heart away.

The elven infantry array was actually broken by a mere 300 orcs!(To be continued.) )