The humans in the middle of a chaotic battle were not worth mentioning.
The elated cheers from the Beastmen instantly died down.
Another wooden wall, another group of rangers, another group of mages, and another ground full of 'mines'.
This situation almost drove the Beastmen crazy.
But did they have a choice? A few kilometers away, the sounds of hundreds of thousands of people fighting could be heard clearly. Every second that passed, a large number of Beastmen would die in battle.
The various chiefs wanted to let Grom's Warsong Tribe escape on their own. But the Beastmen's violent nature meant that once they stepped onto the battlefield, they would not have any other thoughts.
The centurion cursed and ordered the Beastmen behind him to charge forward even more fiercely.
"Breakthrough! We've broken through the human wall! "
The cries of the Beastmen from the frontlines were filled with joy. However, Orgrim, who had already reached the first wall, did not seem to feel the joy of the frontline warriors.
"Too thin …"
When the Great Tribal Chief said this, he sounded like a greenhorn orc recruit who was dissatisfied with not being able to satisfy his desire to kill.
Sabeck understood what his boss meant. The defensive formation built by Duque should not be broken through so easily.
After all, Duke Marcus was a super master of defense in Stormwind City, Southshore, and other places that made hundreds of thousands of tribes suffer in a row.
"There will be another wall soon."
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, the messenger at the frontlines came to report that there really was another wooden defense line.
With agility that did not match his size, Orgrim climbed up a human archer tower that had yet to be destroyed and looked towards the human camp.
He thought that he would see the inside of the human camp.
The Great Chief was disappointed.
The Alliance had obviously used some kind of magic. Above the new wooden wall, there was a thick fog that looked like a thick soup made by a wizard. It was impossible to see through.
Magic!
Magic again!
This kind of non-offensive spell would not consume too much of the opponent's mana, but it was effective in making Orgrim feel defeated.
Just how many wooden walls did the humans have?
"Now that this one has fallen, there might be another one."
Orgrim's bad premonition came true in less than fifteen minutes. At this moment, Orgrim finally understood Duque's sinister intentions.
"Despicable Duke Marcus — he doesn't have many soldiers!"
Orgrim had finally guessed correctly.
All of Duque's troops added up were only a little more than eight thousand people. Less than five thousand of them were actually involved in the battle. Not only did he not invest a lot of troops, but he also did not invest a lot of landmines.
Orgrim thought that Duque was so rich that he would really scatter [Kill You Three Thousand] all over the camp. This was actually an illusion.
At this moment, behind the wooden wall where Duque was, close to a thousand recruits were busily laying mines. They put the mines on the ground as carefully as possible and covered them with grass and dirt. And they were all following Duque's orders, laying mines according to the direction of the tribe's breakthrough.
They wouldn't even place a minefield that was more than a hundred meters long.
Beside Duque, Aurelia, Lilas, and Haduron were wiping their sweat and resting.
"Are you tired?" Duque asked.
Aurelia replied with a confident smile, "It's more intense than a warm-up."
Duque glanced at the Rangers under them. Although they had not reached the point of exhaustion, they had clearly exhausted a lot of their energy.
Duque had set up so many lines of defense to deplete the energy of Orgrim's elites. If they did not rotate, what would it mean if they exhausted their energy first?
At this moment, a magic message came. It was from Lothar.
"Duque, how's the situation on your side?"
Looking at the excited and nervous Lothar in the magic mirror, Duque answered Lothar with what everyone in the alliance called a confident smile.
"Hey, Andoine, I've prepared 18 levels of hell for Orgrim from the first day for today's battle. Oh, it's 18 lines of defense. Unfortunately, the tribe didn't work hard enough, and they've only reached the sixth line of defense after fighting for so long. "
Duque shrugged, looking like he was trying to say, "Don't blame me for not being serious, just blame the tribe for not putting in enough effort." Not only did Lothar laugh, but even Aurelia laughed out loud.
Duque was mesmerized by Aurelia's beauty.
Lothar facepalmed, thinking, It's so convenient to have a girlfriend who can fight. Even in the army, no one would dare to say anything bad about Duque.
"Ahem, ahem." Lothar pretended to cough.
"Why? How long do you want me to hold on for? Three days or a week? " If Orgrim heard Duque's words, he would probably be infuriated to death.
It was Lothar's turn to feel embarrassed. He had transferred so many of Duque's troops, and even made Duque do the hardest and dirty work.
Lothar hurriedly said, "No, no, no. It'll be good enough if you can stop the tribe for two more hours. Of course, if you can hold on until this evening, I can guarantee that not a single tribe will escape alive. "
Lothar's progress was indeed going well. With the army on three sides, the tribe seemed to Lothar to be in a desperate struggle. If they could let the western legion of the Tribe escape, then the elite soldiers of the Alliance would be too stupid.
The only variable was on Duque's side. If Duque couldn't hold on, then Lothar could only prepare early and kill as many as he could.
Now that Duque's side was as relaxed as if he was on a field trip, Lothar was relieved.
To reassure Lothar, Duque even showed Lothar the scene of the battle. Indeed, not many elves were injured or killed, and the dead side was all on the tribe's side.
After turning off the magic transmission, Duque rubbed his eyebrows.
"Well, my Aurelia, you may soon have to test the endurance of you and your men."
"Huh?"
"After all, our enemy is the most intelligent beast. It's not easy to be a good hunter."
"It's okay. I love this kind of challenging work." Aurelia was full of confidence.
After all, Duque was trying to reassure Lothar.
If the big boss of the tribe was really so brainless, the Alliance wouldn't have fought for so long and so badly.
The enemy was Orgrim!
After breaking through the fifth level, Orgrim touched his chin.
"Sabeck, take ten thousand men and attack from the swamp."
"But …"
"No buts! I suspect the swamp is fake. "
Sabeck did as he was told.
Twenty minutes later, Sabeck led ten thousand warriors to the north.
But as soon as they approached the swamp, they ran into the impenetrable fog and the real swamp.
Duque specially arranged for two thousand city guards and two ranger squadrons to cover Marian's mages. They directly used [Thick Fog] and [Swamp] according to the direction of the tribe's attack.
Unable to resist the magic of the Alliance, the chief was very depressed. Then, he immediately split the attacking tribe into three groups and attacked at the same time.
In the end, they encountered a swarm of monsters and spirits …
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