The Horde was already weak.
Lothar, who had the most experience in fighting the Horde, knew this very well.
Although the Orc Warriors were better equipped than before, their combat power was declining. The first batch of Orcs that Stormwind faced were all masters of combat.
Any reckless attack would result in death!
Any delay in reaction would result in death!
Any failure in a battle of strength would result in death!
According to Duke, they had just experienced a war with an unknown race called the Draenei, and they were elites who had been through hundreds of battles.
Not only did they know how to use all their advantages, but their combat talent was also unparalleled.
In the face of such elites, the Stormwind Kingdom's soldiers were often beaten by a ratio of one to ten.
However, after experiencing the burning of Stormwind City and the two sea landings, it was difficult for Lothar to see a large number of Orcs of such quality.
Here at the South Stream Coast, Lothar estimated that the ratio of Orcs to humans had dropped to one to three. This was because the Orcs lacked Warlock support, and the humans had almost all the mages who knew how to fight.
It was like a critical point now, and whoever made it through would win.
If the Alliance could not hold on this time, then the Orcs would have a large number of elites who had experienced blood and fire. Even a laborer who only knew how to use a wooden hammer would grow into a terrifying killing machine.
On the contrary, the well-trained Alliance troops, such as the soldiers of Lordaeron and Gilneas, would grow rapidly.
Just a little bit more, just a little bit more.
However, Lothar had already sent out the best troops he could. The elites of the Silver Hand Knights, led by Uther, were also dealing with the powerhouses of the Horde.
Other than sending himself, there was nothing Lothar could do.
It was no wonder that Terenas was so anxious!
If not for the fact that Terenas was still somewhat clear-headed and knew that it was useless to send out cavalry in this situation, he would probably have sent out the rest of his knights.
Suddenly, a voice sounded.
"Uh, this, Deputy Commander Marcus sent me a message. If the situation is not good, we can use the 'FFF Tactical Strike Force'." The one who spoke was Duque's butler, Makarov.
In terms of strength, Makarov was nothing.
In terms of ability, he didn't have any outstanding points, but his slickness and responsibility made him the most well-known mouthpiece under Duque's command. On many occasions, he was even Duque's full representative, and every word and action represented Duque's attitude.
Now that he had appeared, he was like a fresh stream in the stagnant Alliance command center.
"What? Duque has a way?! "King Terenas grabbed Makarov's shoulder in surprise.
"Uh, this is just an experimental weapon. It hasn't been tested in actual combat, but my Lord has said that we can try it when necessary. " Even if Duque's original words were "Send them out when they're about to collapse.", Makarov still left some leeway for him to speak.
"What is the FFF Regiment?" Lothar was suspicious. It wasn't that he didn't trust Duque, but he was using him as an excuse to let Makarov explain to everyone.
"Uh, I think it's a strange language called 'Fire, Fire, Fire' or something? In the common language, it means' Fire, Fire, Fire '. "
Lothar's teeth ached when he heard Duque's backup plan.
"Alright, let's not talk about it. Just tell me how you want us to cooperate. Do you want me to order for the cannons to be moved? " In Lothar's and the other leaders' minds, something that could be used as a backup plan must be something huge and terrifying.
Makarov waved his hand. "No, we have a full set of preparations."
At the frontline, the Alliance was losing ground.
Another line of defense that used the wooden fence as the core was completely destroyed.
Highlord Mograine used a large machete to kill an Orc that tried to ambush him. After cutting the Orc in half, he quickly scanned the defensive line and grabbed a messenger not far away from him. He shouted, "Form a defensive team! Retreat to the sixth fence and regroup! "
The soldier nodded and raised his horn. He blew two short blasts, then another three long blasts.
Upon hearing this voice, the captains of each team and the officers of the middle ranks all shouted orders to their own troops. They gathered their soldiers and formed small phalanxes as they retreated, making sure that the orcs couldn't catch up to them at once.
Turning around and running would be courting death. If they weren't careful, it would turn into a rout.
No matter how fast the 1.8-meter-tall humans ran, their short legs wouldn't be able to outrun the orcs, who were more than two meters tall.
The Horde tried to break through the retreating phalanx, but the Alliance soldiers stood together and held their weapons firmly, stabbing at any orc that got close.
Even when they were retreating, every team raised their shields and linked them together to ensure that every heavy blow from the orcs had at least three people taking it at the same time.
The small shield wall was moving.
The orcs kept attacking the squads with absolute numbers. If they were lucky, they could knock over the soldiers. Once they fell, there was basically no chance for them to get back up. The orcs would definitely swarm over to finish them off.
Fortunately, most of the Alliance soldiers were able to successfully retreat to the next line of defense.
Looking at the sky, Mograine couldn't hide his worry.
"This won't do! Before nightfall, the entire coastal defensive line will collapse … "Mograine was deeply worried as he looked at the setting sun.
The craftsmen were already frantically adding fences and setting up antlers, but the new defensive line would definitely not be as stable as the old ones. If they couldn't stop the Horde's offensive before nightfall and turn the battle into positional warfare, then the humans, who were at a disadvantage in terms of individual combat power, would clearly suffer a crushing defeat at night.
At this moment, several dazzling flames shot out from behind Mograine, sprinkling down from the sky in the middle of the battlefield.
Clearly, this had nothing to do with magic or mysticism.
Mograine turned his head and saw a group of Duke Marcus's private soldiers standing at the next line of defense in Stormwind.
It was a long, dazzling light that lasted longer than the flames of wizards. More than ten tongues of flame extended from the watchtowers, setting half of the battlefield ablaze.
The dazzling light of the flames made all other colors on the battlefield seem to dim, even outshining the sunlight that had begun to fade.
Fear of fire was practically the most primitive instinct of all land creatures. Their fear originated from the fires in primeval forests billions of years ago. From the moment there were forest fires, the fear of fire was deeply rooted in the genes of land creatures.
The Horde's frenzied attack came to a halt for a moment.
Mograine finally had the chance to see the symbols on the strange Alliance soldiers. They were three consecutive, identical symbols.
FFF。
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