To the west of the northern continent, the South Stream Coast and the North Stream Coast formed a long arc, so long that it was almost impossible to see the end. To the south was the mountain where the heart of the Kingdom of Gilneas was, while to the north it stretched on as if there was no end.
From the west to the east, it felt like the whole world was divided by a few vertical lines, like the undulating horizon hanging in the sky. A long artificial green line outlined the boundary between the sea and the land, and the last line was the silver-white line of the human sea.
The waves of the sea surged towards the shore, like a plane eager to expand into the land, and that bright green was its vanguard.
Every time the waves retreated back into the sea, they would carry a terrible dark red.
Shadowfang Citadel, which was close to the sea, was like a lone island in the vast ocean. In reality, it was not small, but only this huge object of reference could serve as a foil to the vastness of the battlefield.
What was reflected in the eyes of the human commanders on the fortress tower was two armies engaged in a life-and-death battle. The high walls of the fortress blocked out most of the shouting, and if anyone poked their head out of the fortress's firing ports or iron windows, the earth-shattering sound wave that swept over them like a tidal wave would probably knock them unconscious in an instant.
A green tide filled the entire coastline. That was an uncountable number of orcs. Because the Alliance's fleet had sent half of the transport ships to the bottom of the sea to feed the fish, in theory there were only about 200,000 orcs on the South Stream Coast.
However, this figure of more than two hundred thousand was just an imaginary figure.
No one knew how many of these so-called 200,000 orcs were the elites of the top ten clans, and whether there were really only 200,000. Or were there mostly orc labourers?
Not only did the humans not know, even the Horde commanders themselves did not know.
They only had one order for the orcs who had successfully reached the shore: "Charge in the direction of the rising sun."
Yes, charge to the east. A simple and violent order.
When the number of an army was so large that it could not be described in any human language, the simplest order was the most effective.
In theory, the Alliance's defence would be weaker the further north they went.
But in a situation where all of Kurtiras's warships were gathered, from the Baradine Bay to the southwest corner of the northern continent were all Bloodsails and Stormwind warships. Being able to reach the shore was already a victory.
Apart from the huge main ship, the tribe had also built a batch of medium-sized battleships for assault. These ships, whose ultimate purpose was to fight hand-to-hand, also caused considerable trouble for the Alliance fleet.
In the end, General Dallin settled everything and began hunting the Horde's transport ships.
There were simply too many beastmen piled up on the shores of the South Flow Sea, making it impossible for all of the tribe's warriors to stand on land at the same time. Tens of thousands of orcs huddled together in chest-ankle-deep water. They filled all the space, even climbing on the heads of their own people.
Any artillery shell could plow a bloody trail of death in the shallow water.
They were like an endless army of demons emerging from the abyss, ready to devour everything in their path.
Near the sea, several patches of forest separated by pre-set fire belts had already been set on fire. The flames blocked the tribe's advance.
However, there were too many Orcs in the Horde. Almost at every moment, there would be Orcs being pushed by the Orcs from behind into the forest filled with Death Flames and being burned alive.
The Orcs had no choice.
They had seen what the humans were capable of.
When the human fleets no longer focused on sinking the transport ships, the small grapeshot cannons that could scatter a large number of tiny metal lumps would reap the lives of the orcs who dared to stay by the shore.
If they wanted to live, they had to advance and defeat everything that stood in their way.
Setting fire in the forest could only be done once.
The burnt trees could not be burned again before they grew back.
Lothar had no other choice.
In places where there was no way to set fire, a few remaining flags of the Rotterdam struggled to hold on in the green tide. Looking at the lines of soldiers that had become scattered, Lothar knew very well that it was only a matter of time before they were completely drowned by the green tide.
On the frontline near the beach, the famous infantry corps of the Alliance lined up in a row. They had long prepared a line of defense that was formed by antlers, deep trenches, and multiple huge fences to resist the tribe's attack.
They were the first to fifth corps of the Rotterdam.
The Rotterdam's corps were the largest, and usually, there were less than 20,000 people in a corps. Of course, their weapons and equipment were also the best. It was not an exaggeration to say that on a flat battlefield, one of the Rotterdam's corps was equivalent to two of the other countries' corps.
Behind the Rotterdam's army, there were:
Dalajan's first to twentieth infantry corps.
Gilnis's first to twenty-fourth infantry corps.
Alterac's first and second corps.
However, everyone knew that if the strongest people of the Rotterdam Kingdom could not withstand it, the infantries of the other countries would only be depleted faster.
In the command center of the Shadowfang Citadel.
"Crazy! Crazy! The Orcs are f * cking crazy! "King Zeon of Gilnis cursed loudly.
"Calm down, Zeon! If this place collapses, you can still hide in the mountains. If we lose here, we won't be able to hold on to half of Rotterdam! " King Terenas, who had also arrived at the frontline early in the morning, angrily hit the edge of the heavy command table with his King's Scepter.
Beyond the line of defense, the entire Silverpine Forest would be defenseless.
The Horde could go south and attack the center of the Gilnis Kingdom, which was located at the southwest corner of the northern continent, about 300 meters above sea level. If they went east, they could reach the Dalajan on the southern shore of Lake Lordamir. If they headed north, they would be able to attack the Tirisfal Woodlands, which had a slightly higher terrain, where the Rotterdam Kingdom was located.
Gilnis took up less than a third of the Silverpine Forest, and the rest was Rotterdam's territory. This was one of the most important food-producing areas. If the Southflow Coast's line of defense was broken, it would definitely be a heavy blow to the Alliance.
"Antonidas …" Lothar had to look at the leader of the Dalajan military, who had the most ability to change the situation.
Antonidas had also come out to deal with the Horde's attack. He had brought a total of five mages and 40,000 infantry. This was the limit of what he could bring.
"In the most critical moment, the mages had already used a large number of [Firewall] to help the Alliance stabilize the frontline. Now that they have used too much magic, what they need the most is rest. Otherwise, continuing to fight will only burn their magic circuits. By tomorrow, you won't even need a single mage. "
Pharaoh was strong, but he was using his life as a sacrifice. What could you do?
The King of Terenas was obviously frantic.
"Who else has a solution!? I will marry Kalia to him! "
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