Chapter 449
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This number could not be described in any Beastman language.
On such a vast piece of land that was measured in kilometers, the line of soldiers could actually form a row. Under the guidance of the drums, the human army marched in an orderly manner, covering each other and sealing off any possible escape route for the Beastmen.
On the southern lake, many warships sailed towards the lakeside at high speed. Their hulls were parallel to the shore, and they opened up the wooden planks that blocked the cannons, preparing to fire.
"Where did the humans find so many elites?!" Grom cried out.
After fighting with the humans for so long, he could tell which were the elites and which were the farmers.
It had nothing to do with equipment.
Those who stood in a crooked straight line were the farmers who were delivering food to the Beastmen.
Those who were neatly dressed and lined up in a clear formation were mostly the elites.
Of course, this also depended on how shiny their armor was.
For example, if the Lordaeron army had shiny armor, Grom would not have a headache. That was because it was likely that they were just guards of honor.
Those whose armor was much duller and had many spots on their shields were the veterans that the Beastmen did not want to meet.
At this moment, they were all elites who had been through hundreds of battles!
In the north, those who wore blood-red armor with white edges were their old rivals. They had fought against the Lordaeron Scarlet Cross many times.
In the northwest, those with a blue griffin flag with golden edges were the Stormwind Gryphon Legion that Orgrim had mentioned many times.
In the west, those who carried huge brown tower shields and a few long spears were the Dalajan infantry. The Dalajan infantry had never been the focus. The focus was on the mages hidden behind them. If they could not break through the infantry's defenses within three minutes, they would immediately be taught a lesson by the magic shot from the rear.
Grom suddenly understood why Orgrim wanted to attack the human camp in the north. He wanted to open up a path of blood and rescue the western legion!
Grom made the correct decision almost immediately. "Everyone, listen up! Abandon all the siege weapons and turn to attack the Red Legion in the north. "
Being correct did not equal to being effective.
When Mograine, who was leading the army, saw that the Orcs were attacking them as Andoine had predicted, the future Legendary Highlord sneered. "You shall pay for the sin of destroying the Silverpine Forest with your lives."
The neatly advancing army stopped the moment Alexandros Mograine raised his fist. The warriors at the very front used the spikes at the bottom of their tower shields to fix their shields deeply into the thick grass.
Every five meters or so on the battlefront, a path would be opened up, allowing a group of unarmored young farmers with only a basket to run out and pluck the grass on the grassland in front of the formation.
In front of him, a veteran with burn scars on his face used his index finger to wipe his saliva. He raised his hand and felt the direction and speed of the wind.
"Very good. As expected, he has the upper hand."
Just before the Orc army arrived, the boys plucked all the grass and quickly retreated.
Then, a large group of weird-looking fellows with huge metal cans on their backs and half a shield in front of their chests walked out from the formation. They also had a large metal pipe on their right waist.
The appearance of these fellows gave the commanders of the tribe a bad feeling. When they rushed to the front and saw the three words "FFF" on the shields on their upper bodies, everyone knew that their bad premonition had come true.
Fire!
Monstrous fire!
More convenient flamethrowers and even more flamethrowers.
Hundreds of flamethrowers formed a belt of death that blocked the tribe's only escape route.
The most disgusting thing was that the shields connected to the cans helped those fellows block most of the weapons thrown at them.
Want to leave?
Sure! But please go to the Fiery Hell first.
Grom had no choice but to let the few warriors of the Blackstone Clan take the lead.
On the other side, Orgrim's attack had also suffered a huge setback.
Before the battle, for some reason, Gavinrad's brain spasmed. Last time, he saw Aurelia defeat an entire army with a single banner, and he wanted to do it again.
Even though Duque said no, this guy still went crazy and wanted to die. In the end, tens of thousands of tribesmen chased after Gavinrad. Duque almost died laughing.
If this guy wasn't a Paladin with thick skin and temporary invincibility, Gavinrad would probably have died.
Watching Gavinrad court death in front of the northern camp was quite amusing.
Duke glanced at Alleria beside him and curled his lips. "What's the matter? Are you confident that you can defeat 40,000 tribal elites with just a few people?"
Aurelia flicked her slender fingers, and her beautiful blonde hair flew in the wind. She gave Duque a provocative look. "Who do you think I am? I'm Aurelia Windrunner! A heroine destined to be remembered by the entire Alliance! "
"Yes, yes, yes!" Duque smiled and raised his hands in surrender.
Walking down the simple wooden wall of the camp, Duque looked back at Aurelia and her three sisters who were standing on top of the gate.
The four sisters each had their own strengths. It was already a blessing to have one of them as a subject. But now, he had taken the entire Windrunner family with him.
Just thinking about it made him feel like he was exaggerating.
Looking at Aurelia's sexy back, Duque suddenly remembered a saying. "Gold will always shine."
Orgrim's army began to charge.
Then, they were attacked by the High Elven Rangers.
"Elven Rangers!" The Orc commander roared when he saw the archers' posture. The Orcs immediately used all sorts of methods to protect their vitals.
After experiencing the Battle of Quel 'Thalas, even if they had never faced the Elven Rangers directly, these Orcs still clearly knew that these Elven Rangers with unreasonably accurate archery were the nightmare of all Orcs.
Trolls and Orcs were all races with strong vitality. If they did not hit their vitals, they would not die immediately.
In the early days of the Elven Forest, there were many Orcs who were like porcupines, with hundreds of arrows stuck in their bodies and continued to fight. It was indeed easy to scare the humans.
But now, it was different.
A green light that was almost the same color as the grass flashed past. The arrow actually hit the shoulder armor of a charging orc, and then refracted, piercing through the neck of the unlucky orc. Then, it hit the eye of the orc behind it with blood splattering everywhere.
Another example was a powerful Orc Sword Saint who deflected an arrow aimed at his face, only to find out that the arrow had killed an Orc companion on his right.
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