There were all kinds of equipment on the tribe's side.
War hammers made of stone, spears made of sharpened tree branches, armor made of animal hides that were pieced together from tree branches, and fresh catapults …
At first glance, one would think that their opponent was an uncivilized savage tribe.
The trolls on the flanks of the orcs were still the same as they were thousands of years ago. The spears were all made out of sharp stones. While they were quite dangerous to the almost unarmored rangers, they were completely useless against the heavily armored elven infantry and arcane constructs.
The elven soldiers' initial nervousness disappeared when they saw the scene in front of them, followed by soft laughter.
"I thought it was some amazing intelligent race that could break through our defense with runes …"
"The rangers at the border are also useless. They actually lost all their dignity to these fellows, sending out dozens of letters for help in a day."
The soldiers' laughter drifted into the ears of the rangers stationed at the eastern defense line of the temple. Every elf ranger was furious.
The four Windrunner sisters stood in different postures.
Aurelia stood proudly against the wind like a pine tree. She was expressionless, but anyone could see the pain in her eyes.
Cirvanas crossed his arms and leaned against the shadow of a pillar in the temple. He had his back to the battlefield, and a bone-chilling smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Sasha, who was supposed to be the most lively, hugged her knees and sat on the stairs of the temple, not saying a word.
Lilas, on the other hand, covered her forehead with her right palm and looked into the distance. "Big sister, it's the trash in front, and the elites of the Blackrock tribe at the back. There seems to be a special fog spell at the back."
"Duque was right again …" Aurelia, the great hero of the troll war, mumbled to herself in a daze. Soon, her green eyes regained their vigor. "As long as Duque is here, the high elves will not perish."
Then, she raised her voice and shouted, "Haduron! Lor 'themar! "
Two elven rangers immediately walked behind Aurelia.
"Haduron Bright Wing reporting."
"Lorthma Theron reporting."
Aurelia turned around. "Is everything ready?"
The two ranger captains were a little hesitant. After a short moment of shock, they replied in unison, "We're ready."
"That's good." Aurelia nodded. She didn't realize that she had just given orders to two of the three most powerful men in Silvermoon City …
On the other side, both sides sounded the horns of marching at almost the same time.
All the Elven Warriors did the same action and put on their helmets.
The Elven helmets were very different from the Arathor standard helmets commonly used by the Alliance.
Its decorative significance was far greater than its actual combat significance. Compared to the half-mask style of the Alliance's helmet, the Elven helmet was more like a beautifully carved visor. There were complex patterns and extremely fine dyeing on it. From afar, it seemed as if the entire mountain and plains were reflecting gold and red light.
Because of the widespread use of the Kite Shield, the soldiers' movements were also quite agile.
However, when Orgrim saw this relatively narrow shield on the podium, the great chief let out a cold laugh.
On the other side, on a huge podium held up by four five-meter-tall, huge arcane constructs, the great legitimate heir of the Sunstrider royal family, Kael 'thas, showed off his dazzling appearance in front of the army.
Every wave of his hand and every movement had an unimaginable charm.
Pointing lightly into the distance, Kael 'thas shouted, "Cover fire!"
As the messenger's voice spread through the unimaginably mature magic communication system to the mages at the rear. On the hillside near the Eastern Temple, a continuous line of fire lit up the entire horizon, emitting a dazzling light.
This was the fireball spell cast by more than a thousand earth mages at the same time!
It was already equivalent to the total number of mages in several human kingdoms, but for the High Elves, this was just the standard. In fact, mages made up more than a tenth of the elven army.
The momentum created by so many mages was incomparably terrifying.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh —" With continuous whistling sounds, countless fireballs passed over the heads of the elven infantrymen and reached the Orc stragglers who were beginning to charge on the other side of the battlefield.
It was an instinctive premonition of impending disaster. Every Orc Warrior who was about to be hit felt a tingling sensation on their scalps.
None of the Orcs panicked, and none of them retreated. They continued to roar as they charged.
After ten seconds, a sea of crimson flames descended from the sky, covering the Orcs' already somewhat messy and loose charging formation. More than 800 Orc Warriors were directly turned into ashes, and twice that number of Orcs became burning human-shaped torches, struggling and rolling in the flames.
It could be imagined that in a moment, they would become charred corpses.
Next, it was time to harvest.
That was what the elven infantrymen thought as they advanced with the Kite Shield in one hand. No army could maintain their morale in a situation where they had suffered such a blow. That was what their instructors said when they were training.
Unfortunately, they encountered an exception.
Even though more than half of their compatriots had been swallowed by the flames, the Orcs whose bodies were relatively intact still launched a frenzied charge.
"This is impossible!!" a female mage beside Kael 'thas cried out in shock.
Kael 'thas narrowed his eyes. He pretended to be calm, but the others could hear a trace of trembling in his voice. "Marksman unit, kill!"
The charging Orcs were already very scattered, and it would be a waste to carry out a blanket attack. Originally, the remaining few hundred Orcs should have been handled by the infantrymen. A strong sense of crisis made Kael 'thas give the order to finish off the Orcs.
Unfortunately, his marksman unit had embarrassed him.
Marksmen were elites among the rangers. Due to political reasons, the rangers of the Windrunner family were not qualified to enter the royal marksman unit. Their archery was indeed outstanding, but in reality, not many of them had experienced actual combat.
They encountered Orcs who continued to roar and charge even though many of their companions had died. Due to various subjective and objective reasons, many marksmen shot the Orcs, but they did not hit the vital parts.
Kael 'thas saw with his own eyes an Orc with three arrows in his cheek, who looked like a porcupine. Even though he was covered in blood, he still killed his way to the front of the elven infantrymen.
"There are less than three hundred Orcs left. There should be no problem, right?" Kael 'thas said to himself.
What happened next almost scared him out of his wits.
The elven infantrymen formation was destroyed by a mere three hundred Orcs!
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