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In such a vast area of land measured in kilometers, the unfolded lines of troops can be connected in a row. Guided by the drumbeat, the human army marched in orderly steps, covering each other, sealing off any possible route for the orcs to break through.

On the southern side of the lake, a large number of warships sailed at high speed to the lakeshore, their hulls parallel to the shore of the lake, opening the planks blocking the gun doors to prepare for the bombardment.

"Where did the humans find so many elites!?" Grom couldn't help but lose his voice.

After fighting with humans for so long, you can almost know which ones are elite and which ones are farmers.

It has nothing to do with equipment.

Those who stand in crooked lines are the farmers who deliver vegetables to the orcs.

But most of those who have a neat facelift, whether attacking or retreating, and have an obvious formation, are elites.

Of course, it depends on whether their armor is shiny or not.

For example, if Lordaeron's army is the kind of armor that is shiny, Grom will not have a headache, because those are probably fancy and honor guards.

The armor was noticeably darker, and even the armor and shield had a lot of spots, and that was the veteran that the orcs didn't want to encounter.

At this moment, at a glance, it is full of elites!

Wearing blood-red armor with white rimmed armor due north, it was an old rival who had fought against each other many times against the Lordaeron Scarlet Cross.

To the northwest, flying the blue-background gold-edged griffin banner on the battlefield is the Stormwind Kingdom Griffin Legion that Orgrim has mentioned many times.

Directly west, carrying a huge brown tower shield, and a few spears even on the march, was Dalaran's infantry regiment. Dalaran's infantry was never the focus, the focus was on the mage regiment hidden behind. If you can't open the infantry's defenses in three minutes, you will immediately be taught to be a man by the magic that shoots from behind.

Grom suddenly understood why Orgrim was attacking the human barracks in the north, that was to open a bloody path and save their western legions!

Groom made the right decision almost instantly: "Obey all orders!" Throw away all siege equipment and attack the Red Army to the north." ”

Correct does not equal validity.

When Mograine, who commanded the army, saw the orcs attacking them as Anduin had calculated, the future legendary lord sneered: "Pay with your lives for the sin of destroying the Silver Pine Forest." ”

The marching army stopped at the moment when Alexandros Mograini raised his fist, and the warriors walking at the front used the spikes under the tower shield to hold the shield deep into the thick grass.

Every five meters or so on the battle line, a passage would be made for a group of half-sized peasant boys with no armor and only a basket to run out quickly, pulling the grass from the grass in front of the formation.

Ahead, a veteran with a burning scar on his face dipped his index finger in saliva and raised his hand, feeling the direction and speed of the wind.

"Very good, as expected, the upper hand. ”

Just before the orcs arrived, the boys pulled out the grass and quickly retreated.

Then a large group of strange-looking men came out of the battle column, carrying a huge iron can on their backs, a half shield on their chests, and a large iron pipe on their right waists.

As soon as these guys appeared, the commanders of the tribe had a sense of foreboding. When they rushed to the front and saw the three characters 'fff' on the shields on the upper bodies of these guys, everyone knew that a bad premonition had been heard.

Fire!

Monstrous fire!

More convenient flamethrowers, denser flamethrowers.

The Flame of Death condensed by hundreds of Pyros blocked the tribe's only escape route.

The most disgusting thing was that the shield attached to the jar behind it also helped the guys block most of the throwing weapons.

Want to go?

Yes, but please go to the Flame Hell first.

Grom almost took the lead and let the already small number of Blackstone Clan warriors take the lead.

On the other hand, Ogrim's offense has also suffered a heavy setback.

Originally, before the war, I don't know why Gavinrad's brain twitched, the last time he saw Aurelia retreat from the army, it was very cool, and he was going to come again.

Even though Duke said no, this guy was just convulsive and had to die, well, as a result, thousands of tribes chased Gavin Rad and cut down, barely laughing Duke to death.

If this guy is not a paladin with thick skin and thick flesh who will be invincible for a short time, it is estimated that Gavinrad will hang.

Watching Gavin Rad die in front of the northern camp was also funny.

Duke looked at Aurelia beside him and pouted: "Why, with such a small number of people, do you have confidence in dealing with more than 40,000 tribal elites?"

Aurelia flicked her slender fingers, her long beautiful golden hair fluttered in the wind, and Duke gave her a provocative little look: "Who do you think I am?

"Yes, yes!" Duke smiled, his hands in surrender.

Stepping down the simple wooden walls of the camp, Duke looked back at Aurelia and her three sisters standing above the gate.

The four sisters have their own merits, and ordinary people can get one as a minister, and they don't know which life they have cultivated. Now he actually packed the entire Windranger family.

It's an exaggeration to think about it.

Looking at Aurelia's sexy back from behind, Duke suddenly remembered a sentence: "It's gold that always shines." ”

Orgrim's army charged.

Then he was attacked head-on by the High Elf Ranger troops.

"Elven Ranger!" The orc commander who took the lead roared at the sight of the opponent's archery posture, and the orc immediately used all kinds of means to find a way to protect his vital point.

After experiencing the battle of Quel'Thalas, even if they have not faced the elven rangers once, these orcs still know very well that these elven rangers with unreasonable archery skills are the nightmare of all orcs.

Whether it is a troll or an orc, they are all races with tenacious vitality, and if they don't shoot the vital point, they won't die at all.

In the early Elwyn Forest, like porcupines, orcs with a hundred or dozens of arrows stuck in their bodies and then continued to fight abounded. It's really easy to frighten humans.

Now it's different.

A green light of almost the same color as the grass flashed, and the arrow first struck the shoulder armor of a charging orc, then refracted through the unfortunate man's neck, and then hit the eye socket of an orc behind him with a flying stream of blood.

Another example is a powerful orc swordmaster who directly slashed the arrow that shot at his face, only to find that the flying arrow killed an orc companion on the right. (To be continued.) )