Unfortunately, Samuro was hit. Six flares shot out in an instant, teaching him and the Sword Saint who followed him a lesson.
[Flares]: A common skill of Hunters and Rangers.
This wasn't a skill that could bring out Thieves and Sword Saints who were in Stealth with a Light Bullet that emitted light and heat. It had nothing to do with science or physics.
[Flares] contained the extension of the Ranger's willpower.
Was there something distorting the light?
Was there an invisible creature expelling the air?
Everything became visible under the [Flares] that condensed the Ranger's willpower. That was why Hunters and Rangers could only use one Flare at a time.
Now, six top Rangers were shooting flares at the same time.
If there were two less, Samuro might still have a chance to escape. Unfortunately, there were six of them, covering all directions.
Samuro was immediately illuminated.
The moment the burly green figure was illuminated, Samuro stopped moving. His muscles were still strong and full of strength. His body still looked extremely strong, but everyone knew that he was weak.
He was the hero in the eyes of the tribe, the thorn in the flesh of the Alliance, the nightmare of the kings …
Unfortunately, all of Samuro's fame would become history in a while.
"Hmph!!"
"Ugh!"
The Sword Saint who had been beaten back into the ice shield let out the last groan of his life. In order not to affect Samuro's last chance to escape as the new chief of the Fire Blade Clan, they would try their best not to disturb Samuro even if they had to die.
In the end, a teardrop from his left eye tore open Samuro's determined face.
Without any words, he ignored the six Elven Ranger heroes who were ready to make a move and just looked up at Duque who was on top of the Mage Tower.
Duque sighed.
He admired Samuro's courage. It had nothing to do with the camp, but purely because of Samuro's spirit.
Unfortunately, admiration was admiration and understanding was understanding. This didn't mean that Duque was going to give up his position as a human and lick the boots of a tribe's hero.
The enemy's hero, my enemy's.
Duque didn't say anything either. With a knife-hand posture, he slammed down heavily.
“Lok-tar-ogar！”
He would rather die than win!
The resonant roar was the epitaph of the orc sacred swordsman hero, Samuro!
On the other side, Orgrim took advantage of the fact that the Trolls and Orc Sword Saints were temporarily suppressing the long-range attackers on top of the city walls.
More orcs surged forward, violently smashing all the protruding icicles with their giant warhammers. Then, ignoring the Dwarf Griffin Knights that frequently flew across the sky to launch surprise attacks, they stepped on the corpses of their fellow orcs and launched an even more ferocious attack on the wall.
Arthis, who had just left the city wall, returned to the city wall under the escort of the guards. Although he was not at the front line, his appearance still greatly encouraged the soldiers. At the same time, the generals and their soldiers who had rushed over from all over the city had also replenished the defensive line.
"Warriors of the Rotterdam, raise your weapons and make those despicable Orcs regret having the audacity to invade our homeland."
Arthis, who was not far behind Arthis, raised his two-handed greatsword. Duque felt like he was looking at the Lich King who would raise [Frostmourne] in the future.
Arthas's face flushed with excitement and nervousness when he saw Duke's arrival. "Deputy Commander-in-Chief, Rotterdam needs more reinforcements!" he said.
Duque bowed lightly. "As you wish, Your Highness."
Orgrim roared angrily from the Horde.
"Where are the Ogres? Are they not here yet? How many more are behind us? "
"The Ogres are too slow. They are still stuck on the mountain path," Zulusid replied. "You know that other than the Twin-headed Ogre Mage, no one can command those idiots better."
"Then what about our men?"
"The mountain path is too narrow. We have at least two clans behind us."
When the Horde counted the number of people in the army, they would usually use the large clans as a unit. A single clan would mean 10,000 people.
"Tell them to hurry up."
In order to maximize the effect of the surprise attack, Orgrim ordered the vanguard to attack as soon as they left the mountain. In fact, without Duque, the Horde would have already invaded Rotterdam and entered a meat grinder.
At this moment, three bright red flares were shot into the sky.
The bad premonition in Orgrim's heart grew stronger by the second.
At the far end of the battlefield, near the lake between Lake Rotterdam and the Alterac Mountains, a huge cloud of dust suddenly appeared.
The sound of horse hooves piercing through the clouds shook the entire battlefield.
To be honest, due to the terrain, the Horde did not have many opportunities to fight against the human cavalry. However, this did not mean that Orgrim did not know how terrifying the cavalry was.
During the first battle in the Elven Forest, the warriors of the Horde had also encountered the cavalry. The scale of the cavalry was not large, and in Orgrim's eyes, it was the only army that the humans could fight against the Orc infantry.
"Not good!" Orgrim cried out in shock.
The timing of the cavalry's arrival was too cruel. It was the exact moment when the Horde could not spare any strength to attack.
On the southeast side of the lake, three huge flags were fluttering in the wind.
The Alterac Mountain Eagle Flag with an orange background.
The Highland Knights Flag with a red background.
The Golden Lion Flag of Stormwind with a blue background.
No one would have thought that long before the fall of Alterac, Duque had already transferred the Highland Knights and the Royal Knights of Stormwind here. Now, after joining General Haas's Eagle Knights, there were as many as 2,500 knights and 7,000 cavalrymen gathered at the lakeside.
They rode their horses to the battlefield from their hiding place and quickly spread out their formation.
The three generals stepped out.
"For the fall of Alterac!" General Haas closed his visor.
"For the blood debt of the Arathi Highlands." King Solas Tolbane held his lance.
"For the destruction of Stormwind City and the wrath of the kingdom!" King Laing Wrynn raised his sword high.
"Charge." Bolvar Fordragon took the lead and opened the way. He was like a spear, holding his war hammer in front of him.
He stabbed his horse with a spur, and in pain, the horse charged at the Orc army at high speed.
Most of the Orcs were focused on the city wall. The white wall was unexpectedly strong, and only a few dents appeared under their fierce attacks.
Only a few of the Orcs heard Orgrim's command and turned around to stop the horsemen and riders from advancing.
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