Only a few horsemen like Solas, who were skilled in horsemanship, were able to dodge the fatal blow and fight back.
The Cavalrymen's charge took down a lot of Orcs, but they were immediately replaced by new Warriors. The Orcs lined up neatly in three rows and began to advance towards the Alliance cavalry, forcing them to retreat. Step by step, they forced them towards the lake.
Although these Orcs only had three thin layers, the quality of their individual soldiers was enough to crush the terrifying foundation of the Alliance Cavalry. Even if it was just three rows, the Alliance Cavalry would not be able to break through it!
The rear began to stabilize, and the Alliance infantry was also fiercely attacked by the Orcs from the center. For a moment, it was as if they were in a quagmire.
Once they achieved their goal, half of the remaining Orc soldiers continued to attack the city. They crossed the ice crystal forest and attacked the city wall fiercely. Soon, they used up the stones, boiling oil, sand, and other things that could be used for defense.
Now, the Orcs could safely continue to climb the city wall. The Orcs climbed over the city wall with evil smiles and tried to climb as much as possible. Most of the Orcs were pierced or shot down by the Elven Rangers before they could climb up the city wall, but some still managed to climb up and began to attack the guards.
Arthas never thought that the Orcs' Ant-Like Siege was so terrifying. They had clearly extinguished the first wave of attacks not long ago, but more Orcs surged over.
The corpses of the Orcs piled up and provided some cover for the Orcs as they climbed the wall. They stepped on the corpses of their companions and even used them as shields to resist the continuous rain of arrows and magic attacks that fell from time to time.
The Orcs' attacks were terrifying. Usually, as long as one Orc climbed up the city wall, it would cost the lives of five to six Lordaeron soldiers to kill it.
The defense of the city became precarious again.
"We can't go on like this!" Arthas shouted nervously to Duque. "Commander, Lordaeron will collapse first in the afternoon. We need reinforcements!"
Duque smiled. He touched Arthas's blood-stained helmet like a senior.
"Your Highness, although I am not much older than you, in terms of military affairs, I am your senior." For some reason, Duque's smile gave the impression that Duque was proud of himself. He said in an extremely pretentious manner, "A true king or commander never defeats his enemies on the battlefield."
"What?!" Arthis was stunned.
"A true commander will gather all the cards needed for victory before the battle begins. The so-called battle is often just a formality. "
"Ha!?"
At this moment, Duque's body was filled with an unparalleled aura. The mysterious and confident aura that lingered around him made everyone around him feel that as long as Duque pointed his finger, even if there were thousands of tribes, even if it was a cruel army that had destroyed several countries and was known as the nightmare of the human world, they would be reduced to ashes in an instant.
Arthis was momentarily stunned.
Haduron Brightwing and Theron, the two newly promoted Ranger Generals, froze on the spot.
Beside Duque, Aurelia and Sasha's breathing quickened.
Everyone stared at Duque's actions. They saw him proudly raise his left index finger and point it towards the northeast horizon.
Following the direction of Duque's finger, a huge flag appeared!
Rows of silver-helmeted and armored infantrymen walked out of the horizon. Behind them was the sun, making them look like an army that had walked out of the Age of Legends.
The raised spears were like a forest, the tips of the spears reflecting the dazzling sunlight.
For some reason, every soldier thought of the era when humans were united under a single flag for the first time in history. It awakened a distant legend that had been passed down from their ancestors for more than 2,800 years.
That was an era when all human clans fought side by side.
That was a glorious and resplendent era where victory was the end of every battle.
That one answer seemed to be branded in the soul, branded in everyone's genes.
What was that answer?
The Arathor Empire!
The greatest human empire!
At this moment, on this battlefield, there was an even greater organization — the Lordaeron Alliance.
One, two … dozens, hundreds … hundreds of flags suddenly appeared on the horizon, fluttering in the wind! From the looks of it, there were more than 100,000 of them.
The soldiers began to pick up speed, jogging on the battlefield. They held their heads high, their spears raised in rows.
A silver-white wave appeared on the battlefield. They were clearly infantrymen, but they gave off a terrifying aura as if there were tens of thousands of galloping horses.
These warriors all had distinct human facial features.
Everyone looked at them from afar, but because of the sunlight, their faces were covered in a layer of golden light.
Their faces became blurry, and the weapons in their hands became dazzling. Every face became deified. They seemed to have become an army of heroic spirits that had walked out from the distant past to once again fight for humanity.
"It's our people!!"
"It's our brothers from the Gryphon Legion."
"Reinforcements are here!"
"Long live the Alliance!"
Every soldier suddenly exploded with greater strength and momentum. The aura that had been suppressed by the Horde rose once again, suppressing the Horde.
The redness on Orgrim's face faded. He knew that he had to make a decision.
They were at a disadvantage, and the Alliance was attacking them from both sides. If he had enough time, he might have been able to surround them and attack the reinforcements. He could have taken out one or two of the Alliance's divisions first.
But now, the Horde was the one being surrounded.
No matter how strong Orgrim's elites were, they only had a little more than 30,000 men. Now that the Alliance's troops had exceeded the Horde's limit, if they continued fighting, they might collapse.
At that moment, Zuluhed brought even worse news to Orgrim.
"Great chief, there are many warships on the lake in the south, flying the Dalajan and Gilneas' flags. They are less than half a day away from us. "
"I miscalculated." Orgrim's mouth was full of bitterness.
Originally, Orgrim dared to attack Lordaeron because he wanted to make use of the time difference. He wanted to take down Lordaeron before the main force returned. In Orgrim's plan, the Lordaeron army should return first, followed by Grom's 100,000 soldiers. The allied forces of Dalaran and Gilnis, who were further south, should be the last to arrive.
But now, the Alliance used their original advantage on Lordaeron Lake to mobilize ships to send reinforcements to Lordaeron. If that was the case, the troops in Lordaeron would exceed 200,000 in a day. Even with Grom's troops, they still wouldn't be able to take them down.
After thinking for a while, Orgrim finally shouted out the most bitter word he could think of.
"Retreat —"
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