No soldier would dislike a commander-in-chief who always had the upper hand and could predict the enemy like a God.
This meant a greater victory and a lesser sacrifice.
Those terrifying shadows approached at high speed, swooping down from the clouds at high speed. Their huge bodies carried a terrifying aura.
Before they could see the true faces of the attackers, a blazing aura had descended from the sky. The turbulent turbulence was full of the flames of death. As soon as it fell on the bait ballistae, not only did the huge ballistae instantly break into pieces, but even large areas of the surrounding area rose in flames.
There seemed to be a distant roar from ancient times rising in everyone's heart. This sharp roar came from the distant history of the World of Azeroth, from the chaotic world that had yet to have human beings.
This was the declaration of a terrifying existence that had been at the top of the entire world's food chain since ancient times. The terrible coercion from the higher creatures could easily push everyone's heart into darkness, destroying every remaining trace of reason in the depths of their hearts.
Breathing stopped because of the terror.
Their hearts forgot to relax after contracting into a ball due to extreme nervousness.
Their blood surged in all directions due to fear. At the same time, his sight, hearing, taste, smell, and other senses of the body were all temporarily gone.
Everyone was in a daze, almost forgetting themselves as they sank into a white fog.
In a secret stronghold that had been rebuilt from a cave, a blonde figure was equally nervous. She unconsciously pressed her hands between her perky breasts. But very soon, her delicate face that had lost all color was flushed with excitement.
Her eyes followed the huge figures moving at high speed. Like a hunter locking on to her prey, she stared closely at this scene, as if she was afraid to miss any tiny detail.
It was hundreds of crimson flying dragons wreaking havoc on the Torrential Castle's position. They flapped their wings and stretched their necks, venting the flames of destruction on the whole land. Their huge golden eyes were like huge amber balls, and their black vertical pupils carried a unique coercion of higher creatures.
She seemed to see their reluctance, resistance, and anger, but for some magical reason, they had to obey the command of the despicable and crude Orc knights on their backs.
Dragons were naturally arrogant, and it was hard to imagine that they would allow any creature to ride on their backs and act like a tyrant. Not to mention the Orcs who had already made them show expressions of disgust.
The situation was far beyond her expectations. Even though she was disgusted, even though she could not wait to turn her snake-like long neck and bite the dirty green skin on her back to death, every single dragon obeyed the orc's orders. Not a single dragon struggled to break free from the humiliating, saddle-like binding prop.
What happened to the Red Dragon Clan that defeated the Burning Legion ten thousand years ago?
What was it that made the arrogant Dragons submit to the puny Orcs?
Was it some kind of mysterious power?
Her curiosity was about to explode.
In another bunker, a beautiful woman with a face similar to the one just now, but more gorgeous and wilder, had the same question.
However, she looked at the problem from a different angle. She paid more attention to the enemy itself. This group of Red Dragons looked terrifying, but fortunately, there were no real Giant Dragons among them.
That's right! They had a lifespan of more than a thousand years. When they truly grew up, their wingspans would easily exceed ten meters. They would possess powerful magical abilities and a powerful body that surpassed other young dragons. They were the most terrifying existences.
Although these Red Dragons in the sky looked very powerful, compared to a real Giant Dragon, they were far from it. Whether it was magical abilities, physical combat abilities, or intelligence …
The beautiful woman, of course, was Aurelia Windrunner. The moment she received the news that the Horde's transport fleet had split up, she was forced to come here by Duque using the magic that she hated the most.
Regarding this, Aurelia was a little angry. That terrible trip to space had left her in a daze.
Now she knew why.
She also understood why Duque repeatedly told her to just kill the enemy's cavalry.
Damn it, that rascal Duque definitely knew something.
"Rascal, can't you just tell me directly? You're always so secretive. "Aurelia spat angrily, hating a certain someone.
Windrunner had a jumpy personality. As the most mature elder sister, Aurelia still cared about the big picture. She turned her head and looked at Illucia Barov, who had just been urgently transferred here today.
"Miss Barov, I'm counting on you."
Illucia nodded calmly.
Aurelia whistled, and the sound of the wind poured out. "Are you ready?"
Cirvanas's voice came through the wind. "Who do you think I am?"
That voice was like a proud warhorse that was ready to charge!
"Then … let's go!"
The flames that the Red Dragon Army spewed out were too much and too fierce. The entire area was covered in flames like a sea of fire. More torrents with blazing golden light descended from the sky, making the waves of the sea of fire rise higher and higher.
Just then, over a hundred elemental fluctuations attracted the attention of the Red Dragon Army.
Human Magicians?
In the sky, the chief of the Dragonmaw Clan, Zuluhid, who was riding the largest Red Dragon, narrowed his eyes. He let the Red Dragon under him hover in the air, trying to find those damn human Magicians from the sky.
In any case, human Magicians were rare, and humans could threaten the Dragon Army. Not to mention an organized group of Magicians.
After Orgrim purged the Shadow Council, the Horde was indeed more united, and there was only one voice left. On the other hand, the Horde was lacking in Magicians.
Almost every Chieftain was ordered by Orgrim to prioritize killing the opposing Mages.
Zuluhid was disappointed. Not a single human could be seen, let alone Magicians. The humans who used to be incomparably arrogant had all turned into cowards.
"Hmph!" Zuluhid called out, and one of his subordinates immediately lowered the Red Dragon mount and dove into the strait, raising a huge special war flag.
That was the signal.
The Orc transport ships that had stopped outside the range of the catapults suddenly moved. The laborers rowed hard to get the transport ships moving again, trying to cross the strait faster.
On the other side, at the southern end of Sador Bridge, a group of Orcs began to charge. They obviously wanted to use the cover of the Red Dragon Army to kill their way over as soon as possible and open up the most convenient and fast way to invade.
The Horde's attack went smoothly. The sudden appearance of the Red Dragon suppressed all resistance from the humans, until an emerald arrow appeared.
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