The battle with the labourers was easy. Apart from the real blood, it was no different from using spears to stab scarecrows in training.
Some soldiers were already teasing, "If the so-called warriors of the Horde are all like this, our team can kill 10,000 of them."
Just then, after the second round of Illumination, Abendis discovered that a huge transport ship had begun to rush ashore, and many taller figures with obvious armor appeared on the shore.
The main force of the Orcs was coming.
Mograine ordered, "Blow the horn. Archers, cover. Let the soldiers with swords and shields and spears come back. We're about to enter the second phase. "
The unique horn of the Rotterdam army sounded, and the soldiers who were having fun killing at the frontline suddenly realized that it was time to retreat. Under the good light and the commander's orders, the soldiers retreated in an orderly manner. They followed the predetermined mountain path to the second line of defense that was higher above sea level.
When he saw his soldiers retreating according to plan, General Abendis raised his sword and shouted, "First Javelin Brigade, shoot!"
The long shadow immediately shot into the air, drawing a beautiful arc in the air. Then, it let out a sharp whistle and pierced downwards. Without any accidents, a considerable number of Orc Warriors were nailed to death at the bottom of the hill.
However, many continued to charge.
Abendis noticed that many Orc Warriors were better armed than what the intelligence had said. They were no longer the naked men described by the soldiers of Storm City, who only had brute strength.
Their right shoulders, which held weapons, were covered with huge spiked pauldrons. Their heads were covered with horned helmets, and their chests were covered with a half-body armour that glowed with a metallic luster. Both of their forearms were covered with leather armours. They did not have armor on their lower bodies, only a belt that looked like a leather skirt. However, they were obviously wearing a pair of huge boots, which allowed them to pass through the complicated terrain of the battlefield better.
Abendis quickly summoned a Dalajan mage who was in charge of communication, and summarized the information to Duque.
After receiving the news, there was silence in the command center.
Noxus pursed his lips. "Gentlemen, at least we have confirmed that our enemies are a group of intelligent creatures that can evolve."
No one laughed at this lame joke.
It was not funny at all.
Duque glanced at the exquisite wall clock hanging in the command center. It was 4: 30 in the morning.
"Tell Aurelia and Cirvanas that it's their Ranger's turn." Before Duque could finish his sentence, two voices echoed throughout the command center.
"I heard you." It was the voice of Great Demon Queen Aurelia.
"I'm going to go moldy," Queen Xi complained.
Then, the earth-shattering noise on the beach seemed to quiet down a lot.
Whether it was Laing and Seamus on the eastern hill or Mograine and Abbendis on the western hill, none of the commanders dared to believe their eyes.
It had been too long since the humans had seen the elite High Elves Rangers.
If the definition of a godly archer was to be able to kill one enemy with one arrow, then these Rangers were super godly archers. They were simply monster-level existences. They could only hear the continuous twangs of bowstrings coming from higher up the hill.
In just a few breaths, the densely packed tribes on the beach were all shot dead. The arrows were as accurate as if they had eyes, automatically navigating to the throats and other vital points of the orcs.
In an instant, the entire beach was empty.
"Oh my god, what kind of strong reinforcements did our deputy commander bring back? This is equivalent to a 10,000-man archer legion, "King Laing muttered to himself.
General Seamus comforted Laing. "I heard that the Windrunner family is the top Ranger family in Cuel Salas."
Laing felt a little better after hearing that.
General Seamus was right about this. The Windrunner family's Rangers were indeed the most powerful among the High Elves.
Looking at the entire human world, including the High Elves, and even the more powerful Night Elves, there was no army that could compare to the Windrunner family's archers. Perhaps the legendary mysterious army that belonged to High Priestess Tyrande could compare to the Windrunner family's Rangers.
However, the horrors of the tribes were not only in their powerful individual combat power, but also in their terrifying numbers.
When they found that there were more and more ships anchored on the western coast, the irascible orcs decisively ignored the orders from their superiors and began to rush their ships to any place that could be anchored.
For example, the eastern beach, which had higher mountains and was better defended by humans.
Another example was the harbor of Southshore itself.
When the first light of dawn broke, the main force of the Horde's beach landing battle finally arrived. The gigantic iron ship crashed into the stone pier with a loud bang, causing the entire pier to shake. Duke saw through his binoculars that the deep water port that he had spent a long time building was smashed into by the group of bastards, and the sky was filled with flying rocks. Duke wished he could kill all the orcs.
"Damn it, my secret stash …" Duque muttered in his heart.
On the other side, Turayan was also muttering, "In the name of the Holy Light, they are too ugly!"
Even though Lothar and Duque had described them before, it was still a far cry from seeing them with his own eyes. He did not know if the stronger the orcs were, the uglier they were. Turayan, who had personally witnessed the death of the tribe's labourers, had originally thought that the Horde's warriors were about the size of burly humans, with light green skin and two huge tiger teeth in their mouths.
Now, Turayan realized that he was completely wrong.
The real warriors of the tribe were taller and more burly, and they looked even uglier.
They had bright green skin and red eyes that were even redder than a rabbit's.
And those huge fangs that could not even be covered by their lips! Turayan swore that he had only seen something like this on a wild boar.
But wild boars did not walk on two feet, nor did they carry huge heavy weapons, nor did they wear heavy armor.
Duque pretended to observe with his binoculars, and then said the answer that was marked in the system notification, "Alright, generals, I have good news and bad news."
Everyone immediately pricked up their ears.
"The good news is that the Horde is finally willing to put in the main force. Lothar, you can consider calling back the reserve troops that were stationed outside."
Lothar smiled slightly. To be on the safe side, Lothar divided about one-third of the troops that had been gathered in Southshore and placed them in the middle of the Hillsbrad Hills, which was probably the inland area between Southshore and Atonement Island.
Lothar did not comment on Duque's suggestion. Because if they called back the reserve troops, they might not be of any help. If they did not call back the reserve troops, they could still be used as insurance. At most, they would receive complaints from one or two kings that their troops could not do anything.
Lothar smiled and asked, "What about the bad news?"
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