The three muscular men formed the most violent assault of the Horde, charging towards the demons in the fortress from the rear.
"Not good!" Kavilin cried out in alarm.
At this moment, she finally understood that the ten thousand soldiers in front of her were just bait. The real killing blow was the main force of the Orcs that could not possibly pass through the valley.
She had no way of estimating how many Orcs there were. In their eyes, the Orcs came from the top of the mountain in the southwest, stretching all the way to the valley. There were at least tens of thousands of them.
On the Black Pearl, Bu Laing was also speechless.
"It's a familiar scene, isn't it?" Duque laughed.
"Indeed …"
The mountains and plains were filled with Orcs who were not afraid of death. This scene made the two veterans who had experienced the first and second Dark Portal sigh with emotion.
Thinking back to the past, the Orcs that could drown everything had practically flattened the entire southern continent with the invasion of locusts.
Stormwind City had fallen. If not for Duque's support, the Steel Stove Fort would have collapsed due to the lack of food and medicine.
24 years had passed. Even if the Alliance had a very terrifying new cannon, once the enemy had the absolute advantage in numbers, this scene would still make any commander tremble in fear.
"How many people did Sal bring with him?" Kudran complained.
Duque scratched his head, "Originally, he said he wanted to bring a million people into Moon Shadow Valley. I said I couldn't afford it, so he was forced to reduce it to 200 thousand. "
No one would underestimate the 200 thousand people of the Horde.
The living conditions in the Outland were getting harsher every day. The old, weak, sick and disabled basically all died when Ner 'zhul invaded Azeroth.
The edge of the continent was collapsing day by day, and the living space was decreasing day by day. Which clan did not fight to the death to snatch a hunting ground?
It was not an exaggeration to say that the current Orcs were all born from mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
If the only thing that restricted the Orcs' combat power was their outdated weapons and equipment. But now, this problem no longer existed.
The tribes could shamelessly ask the Alliance to provide them with food and holy water, but the Alliance would never provide them with weapons for free.
On the continent of Azeroth Kalimdor, every goblin factory belonging to the Rustwater Conglomerate was working overtime day and night. Even Duque, who was used to seeing the world, felt his scalp tingle when he saw that kind of place that could be called a sweatshop.
As a price, the tribe managed to gather three hundred thousand sets of armor and five hundred thousand heavy steel weapons in a very short period of time.
Nowadays, all the weapons were polished by the Naaru of Shattrath City.
It didn't matter if it was foot water or shampoo. At this moment, every weapon in the hands of the tribal warriors shone with golden light.
Even though many of the golden lights were dull and impure, they were still weapons against demons.
The Beastmen's footsteps were very fast, and their endurance was also quite good. They almost didn't need to pant or slow down while charging more than three thousand meters. Soon, tens of thousands of orcs charged into the military fortress that didn't have any special defenses.
Originally, there was, but before the Beastmen charged, Duque kindly let the Royal Kiln Regiment plough the frontlines where there were demonic cannons.
Under the perfect coordination of the infantry and cannons, the result was that the Tribe, which was basically made up of soldiers, was able to directly pull the demons into close combat without suffering much from the opponent's long-range attacks.
"Let the old battleship team approach!" The Tribe entered close combat, and then used ultra-long-range attacks from ten thousand meters away. Due to the problem of accuracy, it seemed like they were deliberately tricking their allies. Duque was disdainful, so he simply let the old battleship approach the military fortress and use its cannons to cover deeper into the military fortress.
The moment the Black Pearl crossed the horizon and saw the military fortress, a deafening sound wave swept over like a tide. It easily passed through the thick deck of the ship and rushed into the eardrums of everyone present, washing over them repeatedly.
Duque frowned. Although this Mark didn't really have a sense of hearing, he … had lowered the volume of the scene in Karazhan.
A wave of green mixed with brownish-red swept across half of the land. That was countless orcs.
The green ones were mostly second-generation orcs from the Azeroth Expedition. At this stage, there were still very few that had been converted from the Fel Orcs. The brownish-red ones were mostly from Nagrand, a clan that maintained the most primitive Shamanic teachings.
Regardless, the number of orcs seemed to be so large that it was hard to describe them in any human language.
On the vast land that was partly red and partly dark, even though the orcs had fully displayed their characteristic of climbing mountains as if they were walking on flat ground, it still couldn't accommodate the simultaneous attacks of all the orcs.
Many of the orcs had no choice but to raise the weapons in their hands and cheer from behind.
In the eyes of the heartless Duque, these orcs were just salted fish cheering from behind, performing a salted fish stab.
No matter what, the scene was still extremely shocking.
The demon guards were the main force of the Burning Legion, and they had an extremely large number. But if you looked down on them, there was only one consequence — to be cleaved in half by their axes. They were warriors recruited from the Morgo clan and served as soldiers of the legion.
In the past, they could only see the demon guards charging in groups and piling up the enemies to death.
But today, they saw an even more exaggerated number of orcs. They were like an army of ants in the forest, swallowing everything in their way.
The Hellfire from the Death Furnace was released in rows. The blazing flames on their bodies were the biggest threat to the melee combatants.
At this moment, an empty spot on the battlefield suddenly split open, and a huge water pillar that even a hundred orcs couldn't encircle soared into the sky.
At the top of the water pillar, there was a vague figure of a huge water elemental.
The unstable Hydus used to be Vashj's servant, but now he was one of the Alliance's thugs. He waved his round arm, and the water pillar that seemed to reach the sky suddenly poured on the heads of the Hellfire.
So what if it was fire?
Extinguish fire with water!
This time, the faces of the legion leaders finally changed.
They had their own flag, two huge double-headed swords forming a cross, and holding the two swords were impressively six slender arms. These represented the three leaders of this army.
In the past 25,000 years, it had participated in hundreds of wars to exterminate planets. Although it didn't belong to the first line of the Burning Legion, it was definitely famous.
Now, this legion was almost completely destroyed.
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