Bolvar, who was unable to retract his hammer in time, took advantage of the opportunity to launch a sneak attack on another of the chieftain's personal guards. A roundhouse elbow strike that most Beastmen would not have expected caused the fellow to grimace. Just as the other party was in pain, Bolvar grabbed the Beastman's well-braided braid and pulled it down, ruthlessly destroying its center of gravity. In the next moment, his metal boots stomped heavily on the back of the Beastman's neck, causing the ugly green-skinned beast's face to intimately touch the floor. Finally, his foot smashed his face into the marble floor below.
The Holy Knight's skill, [Divine Consecration]. The powerful power of the Holy Light passed through the Beastman's body and into the floor, creating a circular area with a diameter of five meters around it, dealing holy damage to all creatures that were not protected by the Holy Light.
Yep, it also blinded the Beastmen and their own people.
"Ah —"
The Beastman beneath Bolvar's feet twitched a few times before unwillingly turning into a pile of charcoal.
A few brave Beastmen pounced at Bolvar, but they were all hammered away by the Storm Duke. All that was missing was a domineering "Who else?!" Bolvar could change the name of the golden Holy Light on his body to the aura of a bastard. Oh, that's not right, it should be the aura of a tyrant.
Of course, Bolvar was a humble Holy Knight. How could he do something as superficial as Duque?
Cirvanas was also having a good time killing.
Aurelia and Lilas against Kilrogg, Sasha against Samuro, leaving Cirvanas free.
Compared to Bolvar, Queen Sylvanas was the true God of Slaughter. In a situation where there were no opponents of the same level to restrain them, an agile Hero could kill faster.
A giant hammer smashed down, and Queen Sylvanas took half a step back, allowing the hammer to slash across her chest by a hair's breadth. In the next moment, she suddenly pounced forward, the tip of her foot tapping on the hammer's head and leaping upwards.
She was so fast that the Beastman in front of her could only see a fleeting green shadow flash by. His throat and arteries had already been severed by the dagger.
Standing lightly on the corpse that had yet to fall, Queen Sylvanas surveyed her surroundings. In front of her were eight extremely strong Beastmen pouncing at her. Outside, another eight Orc Warriors were standing guard.
The sound of the axe and sledgehammer crashing through the air was enough to make the scalps of the nearby Alterac Royal Family's guards go numb.
Cirvanas chuckled softly. In the eyes of the Orcs, he was like a Dark Queen standing on a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, laughing maniacally.
In the next instant, they saw the lightning of thunder.
"Boom!"
With a cold face, Cirvanas reached her hands to the back of her waist, where two smaller quivers hung. Inside were arrows with metal arrowheads that did not conform to the Windrunner tradition, and the shafts were even shorter.
When Queen Sylvie raised her hands again and flicked her fingers outwards, four short arrows shot out from the gaps between her slender fingers.
With her unique technique, each arrow was wrapped in electricity, forming a spiral arrow that kept spinning clockwise, piercing through the throats of eight orcs.
In the next instant, something miraculous happened.
Under the mysterious attraction of the lightning, all the short arrows flew to the bowstring that Queen Sylvanas had pulled back in mid-air.
The short arrows shot out once again, following the trajectory of the electromagnetic trajectory in mid-air, hitting the Orcs left, left front, front, right front, right back, right back, left back, a total of eight unimaginable angles between the eyebrows of the Orcs.
A miraculous area-of-effect skill!
Obviously, no one would teach Cirvanas how to use her new lightning ability. She had figured it out on her own.
Orgrim's eyes darted around!
Every battle situation was in his field of vision, and it was clear that the scales of victory were tipping in the Alliance's favor. After all, this was the capital of a human kingdom.
Even if there were not many soldiers, the defense system was quite complete.
There was no one to suppress the generals of Alterac. A few generals, including Haas, had freed up their hands to command the panicking troops and began to kill the Orc soldiers more efficiently.
Orgrim entered Alterac under the guise of an emissary. He could not bring too many people in anyway. Fifty strong Orcs was the bottom line that the Alterac people could accept.
But now, these personal guard-level warriors were all killed by the Alliance's heroes in a few exchanges. Orgrim's heart was bleeding.
The only one who had the upper hand was the Dragonmaw Dragon Knight.
But he had a bad feeling, because he suddenly realized that the most important person in the Alliance, and also the person he was most afraid of, was not here.
The king of Alterac was important, but it was not enough for the vice commander of the Alliance, Duque, to be King Eden's bodyguard.
Duque's absence could only mean that Duque was looking for a bigger victory.
Orgrim had fought with Duque for so long, he was very clear about Duque's way of doing things.
In the World of Azeroth, most kings, commanders, and generals had a clear and distinct sense of home. They would subconsciously defend their important cities or resource points.
Duque's way of fighting was completely different from these people.
Duque did not care about the gains and losses of a city or land. He cared more about killing and injuring the Horde.
Right! His goal was to wipe out the Horde!
At the start, even Orgrim himself did not realize it, much less the previous chief. But slowly, Orgrim realized that the Horde's wounded were much less than he had imagined.
Of course, the Orcs were brave and fierce. More importantly, the Orcs had good physiques. As long as they were not crippled, the Orcs could survive for a week or two, and with enough food, they would recover.
But the number of wounded was too little.
The young Orcs would become veterans even if they were injured.
After a few battles, the veterans would naturally become elites.
Duque's tactic of killing one person rather than ten caused a gap in the growth of the Horde's warriors. The Horde could not train their soldiers, and they died quickly. Naturally, the number of elites decreased.
On the other hand, for some reason, large numbers of cowardly farmers, who used to be able to fight one hundred Horde warriors, became elite soldiers. Ever since the start of the war, the exchange rate between the Orcs and the humans had been decreasing.
Orgrim shuddered at the thought of this.
"Duke Marcus, what are you eyeing on this Horde?"
Orgrim could not think of an answer, but he could see that the Horde was no longer in a good position.
"Retreat!" Orgrim roared. The heroes of the Horde immediately thought of ways to escape from the battle.
Orgrim's order to retreat was slightly late.
After Duque had placed King Eden in the basement and was protected by a squadron of royal guards and two court mages, Duque arrived at the top of the castle.
He saw an unexpected person.
"Illucia, what are you doing here?" Duque was shocked.
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