Everyone in the command center's eyes lit up.
They didn't know how many soldiers the Horde had left. Adding the hundred thousand Orcs here and the ones intercepted by Daelin's fleet, it was definitely a heavy blow to the Horde.
From the looks of it, the humans wouldn't lose more than twenty thousand people.
No matter how one looked at it, this was a great victory that only happened once in a century.
Duque had just retracted his gaze from the Windrunner sisters, who were evenly matched with Master Howl. He was shocked to find that the battle between the strongest Sorcerer of Azeroth and the strongest Sorcerer of Draenor had already come to an end.
It was a draw!
Antonidas and Gul 'dan clutched at their wounds.
The left shoulder of Antonidas' Sorcerer robe had been burned. A black rune with an evil aura was wriggling on Antonidas' old body. Antonidas was using arcane energy to dispel the rune, but it wasn't very effective.
On the other side, Gul 'dan had also been hit. A huge ice prism had pierced through his left shoulder. From the wound, ice patterns spread toward Gul' dan's heart like a spider web. Gul 'dan injected the destructive flames in his hand into his shoulder to resist the invasion of the cold.
"Hmph! I'll spare your life today. "
"Next time, I'll leave your filthy head behind."
The two of them turned around and left without hesitation.
Antonidas reluctantly teleported back to the command center. Gul 'dan waved his hand and turned into a cloud of black fog, disappearing from the sea.
"Master, how are you? Uther, come and help! "
The place where Antonidas was covered started to emit thick darkness. The sticky black aura had a strong sense of ominous, and it tried to drill into the depths of the old Magician's body and corrode his magic circuits.
Fortunately, Uther's Holy Light was even brighter. Even though sweat was dripping from his forehead, Uther spent about five minutes to completely dispel the darkness.
"Thank you. It seems like the Holy Knight is a great profession," Antonidas praised sincerely. Antonidas praised from the bottom of his heart. He then turned to Duke. "What a terrifying Orc Warlock. I'm no match for him. If I go all out, I'll definitely be the one to die. At most, I'll only be able to injure him moderately. I don't know why he's pretending to be heavily injured. All I can say is that he'll need at most a week to recover, but I might not be able to fight for the Alliance by then. "
"Don't worry! He won't come again. "Duque said with absolute certainty.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes!" Duque turned to look at Krasus in the Dalajan crowd. "Please send Mr. President back to the Dalajan first, and then ask Archbishop Fao to go to the Dalajan and check Mr. President thoroughly."
It would have been best to send Antonidas to Lordaeron. Due to political reasons, Antonidas would rather stay in his old nest to recuperate.
Krasus quickly opened a portal, connected it to the Dalajan, and sent Antonidas away. Not long after, Krasus opened a portal and hurried back.
The Orcs were not stupid. After their several charges were repelled, no matter how stupid they were, they realized that with so many people crowded on the coast, sooner or later they would be wiped out. They gave up the blind attack and seemed to be waiting for something.
Duque's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle's eye.
It's here!
It's finally here!
Duque stood up and slammed his hand on the table.
"Pass the order, all cavalry regiments are ready to launch a countercharge against the enemy along the established route. All reserves are to enter combat positions, with the spear team and the javelin team as the main force. "
It was finally their turn. In the command center, a group of tough generals had been waiting impatiently. If it weren't for Duque's magnificent command, suppressing the tribes time and time again, maybe some kings would have protested.
Now with Duque's order, more than half of the people in the command center left.
As he walked down the hill, Uther was a little puzzled.
"General Lothar, are we going to counterattack from the ruins of Southshore to the coast? I'm still wondering about this order. Are there any cavalry on the tribe's side? I don't think there's anything in the tribe that can stop your cavalry regiment and my Silver Hand. "
General Haas, the commander of Alterac, was also puzzled. "It's even more strange on my side. They actually want my Eagle Knights to attack the enemy along the slope of the east hill, which is not too steep. The Eagle Knights are indeed mountain knights, and they are also used to fighting in complex terrain. But I see that General Laing's infantry is also doing well, I can't think of a reason for reinforcements. "
Lothar smiled, it was an extremely sunny smile. "Can you write ten or twenty reports at the same time?"
"No," Uther answered truthfully.
"How is that possible!?" Haas asked rhetorically.
"But I know that strong Mages have the Metamagic Ability [Multi-Casting]. That is, the ability to do two things at the same time, or even many things. Duque is such a genius, he can quickly read many times more reports than we do. He also often finds a lot of details that we don't notice. For those threats that he is uncertain about, he will make preparations, but because he can't convince everyone, he will be used to silence. "
Lothar paused and continued, "However, it has been proven again and again that the preparations he has made and the back-up he has arranged are correct and effective. Even if I don't want to admit it, I have to admit that he is above me in terms of the overall situation and the art of command. If he were a melee professional, maybe he would be the commander-in-chief. "
What Lothar said was another fact of this era. People who regarded chivalry as the supreme tended to admire melee heroes more than the mysterious and unpredictable spellcasters. More people subconsciously believed that only those who fought head-on were real men.
Ten minutes later, the signal to attack came.
Many new creatures appeared on the coast, much taller than the Orcs.
Except for a few Orcs who could be more than three meters tall, the Orcs were generally about two and a half meters tall. But these creatures could easily reach a height of about four meters.
Ogres!
These huge creatures joined the battle. They waved giant sticks that looked like uprooted trees. They roared and rushed up the hill.
Bows and javelins were useless.
Even if a dozen spears pierced the bodies of the ogres, they wouldn't be able to end the lives of these ferocious monsters unless they pierced their vitals.
And every time the giant wooden sticks were swung, a bunker was smashed, and an entire row of shield soldiers was smashed away.
The shield wall that the humans relied on to fight against the Orcs became the biggest fatal weakness, which allowed the ogres to cause massive casualties with every blow.
Apart from the ballistae and cannons on the top of the hill, there was nothing that could stop the march of these giant creatures.
The soldiers were defeated by this powerful blow. The Orc soldiers attacked through those gaps and quickly spread out, sweeping up the Alliance soldiers in the trenches.
A group of figures wearing heavy cloaks and riding heavily armored warhorses appeared on the slightly dilapidated pier, each horse's eyes shining with dazzling red light.
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