The orcs who rushed to the forefront paid the price with their lives as a matter of course. But they used their bodies and lives to destroy more than thirty percent of the spears.

And the second wave of orcs who rushed in front of the human phalanx, there were already many people who could engage the sword and shield soldiers in the front row.

"Bang!"

Even though the soldiers of the Griffin Legion have been trained by Naga instructors, in actual combat, the heavy hammers of the orcs still make many warriors crack their mouths in an instant.

The warrior who had undergone rigorous training quickly stabbed the long sword in his hand while the old power of the orcs had exhausted its new strength.

They succeeded and they failed.

They did kill the second wave of orcs, but they were approached by the third wave of orcs. The rampaging orcs, some of them threw their super hammers of more than 100 catties, and some even crashed into the phalanx of human warriors.

The kind of heavy blows comparable to the impact of a rhinoceros often require more than three warriors to fold their shields to withstand it.

In front of the neat human phalanx, there were many depressions.

And once they get into a fight, the difference in individual combat power is immediately highlighted.

Even in the face of an elite like the Griffin Legion, the orc warriors can play a battle loss ratio of 1 to 3. This is thanks to the orcs' poor armor. These green-skinned orcs tend to have less than one-third of their body surface area covered with armor, and they are relatively easy to pierce.

Once stabbed in the heart or other vital points, the orcs will also be doomed.

It's just that the tenacious vitality of the orcs allows them to fight for a period of time even after being mortally wounded before they fall to the ground and die.

Anduin Lothar wields a heavy sword and fights at the forefront, and he is perhaps the brightest presence in the human camp.

A two-handed broadsword is almost used by him as a one-handed sword, and his unpretentious swordsmanship allows him to take out the enemy on the opposite side in the simplest and swiftest way. In front of him, there were no less than twenty orc corpses.

The commander was supposed to be in charge of the Chinese army. But when this tactic was meaningless, but more courage was needed, he came to the front line.

A solid mainstay that can give more confidence to the soldiers.

On a nearby mountain, General Simos made the same choice as Lothar.

It's a pity that the difference in strength between the two sides is too big.

Whether it is in terms of troops, or in terms of individual combat power. Whenever Lothar slashes down the orcs in front, the impatient orcs behind them will immediately fill in, roaring and unleashing a rough and powerful assault.

Less than half an hour after the battle began, Lothar was convinced that he had inflicted no less than 1,000 casualties on the orcs, but this casualty figure was a drop in the bucket in front of the orcs all over the mountains.

Lothar could still fight, wielding a great sword and stabbing to death, hacking and slashing hideous orcs to death. But he clearly felt that the soldiers around him were rapidly decreasing.

The thick phalanx had become so thin that Lothar didn't even need to look back to see what had become depth.

It was a three-column horizontal formation arranged along the mountainside.

Behind the horizontal formation, there were a large number of wounded who were unable to move or had difficulty moving.

To make matters worse, there were a lot of orcs on the other side that they had never seen before. These orcs were slightly thinner than their brethren, wearing voluminous robes and carrying staffs. Then, after a few seconds of nervous spells, a griffin legion warrior goes berserk. Or desperately rush out of the array, kill the orcs, and be quickly engulfed. Or, worse, slash his sword at the robe he had been fighting side by side.

Anduin knew that the collapse of the front would be within two or three minutes.

"Commander, Duke Vortagen has an order, you can withdraw!" Lothar's voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"How do you tell me to withdraw?"

Looking at the orcs who were still flying over the mountains, Lothar knew that if they didn't beat the momentum of the orcs' attack, what awaited them would be a faster and more disastrous defeat.

Lothar tilted his head and saw that on the nearby peak, General Simos's troops had not been defeated either, but the losses were a little more severe than his own, and now there were only two columns left.

Unbeknownst to Lothar, at this time, more than a dozen guys dressed as aristocratic private soldiers touched the empty peak.

They dismounted neatly, and then unloaded all the stuff from the pack horses around them.

As he did this, a warrior wearing the erased coat of arms of the Stormwind Kingdom could barely resist drawing his sword and rushing down to help.

But he was stopped.

"Can you help by going down alone? ”

To be called Reggie, of course, is Reginald Windsol, the future marshal!

Wendthor gritted his teeth, "Am I not going to do anything?"

Duke smiled, held up three fingers, and curled one finger at each end of the paragraph.

"First of all, don't forget, you're already my follower. ”

"Second, that's why I'm here. ”

"Third, I don't know how to doppelgänger, at most I can defeat the arrogance of the other party, and I can't cover two troops at the same time. I want you and Macaro to cover General Tom Seamos in the mountains. Such people don't deserve to die in this place. ”

"Good!" Windsol beckoned, only to see more people dressed as private soldiers, all of whom groped into the previously empty hilltop bunker.

Looking at the battle situation under the mountain, Duke suddenly sighed.

"Heaven to the left, warriors to the right...... Why is it that when I personally experience this sentence, my heart is so heavy? ”

The warriors of Lothar and the Griffon Legion are great, and it is this great brilliance that makes Duke unbearable to see the entire Griffon Legion folded here.

General Seamus was already at the end of his crossbow, his left arm was hanging low, and the onslaught of the orc warrior had dislocated his entire left arm, and the slightest movement was a heartache. His right leg had been pierced by a rough spear, and although it didn't hurt the bone, blood was gushing from it.

He was so tired that he barely wanted to move a finger.

He was dirty, and his blond hair was covered in dark red mud. It wasn't mud, it was dried flesh, orcs and robes. His guards helped him block a hammer, and he saw with his own eyes that the young man with the hammer in his back had even his ribs pierced through the crack in the iron armor and sticked out.

Ever since he received Lothar's orders, he had always thought he was going to die here.

Suddenly, he heard a strange whistling.

The screech, which resembled a salvo of bows and arrows, was more terrifying than the salvo of ten archers. Before I had time to turn around, suddenly there was a drum-shaking "poof!" sound, and the green in front of me was swept away.

The green frenzy that I thought would never stop just now has been torn apart!

Who did this to you!

General Tom Seamus looked back, and he saw a vision he had never seen before—at least a hundred palms of arcane energy, floating in the void!