To be honest, this was not the first time Orgrim had seen these things.
It was these mechanical creations that he could not understand that had ruined many of the Ancestral Gold's men. It had also turned a long distance raid that could have been written into a textbook into a laughable empty run.
The red lights that covered the mountains were eye-catching and blinding. It seemed meaningless, but it was a declaration of danger to every Beastman.
What should they do?
"Attack! These things are not dangerous! "A centurion said.
Based on past experience, this was indeed the case. These things that covered the mountains might be able to blast out hidden Trolls, but they were not aggressive. Perhaps in the eyes of humans, these things were no different from the crude axes that the Beastmen made themselves.
This centurion took the lead and rushed over first. He flew up and kicked the body of a squalling demon spirit.
The Yaoyao flew away like a broken ball.
If it was in the past and his experience was correct, he would have no problem doing so.
But now …
"Bang —"
With a loud noise, the Yaoyao exploded.
The huge impact sent the centurion, who weighed more than three hundred to four hundred kilograms, flying into the air. Pieces of metal splattered all over his ugly face, and he was instantly blinded.
What was more terrifying was that even though the armor blocked the fatal blow for him, the explosion still blew off one of his legs.
A centurion who was not very famous in the Blackrock Tribe was crippled just like that.
At this moment, the Yaoyao in front of them suddenly sped up and charged towards the Horde army.
"No! Stop them! "
How?
Only now did the Horde realize that most of the Trolls who were good at long-range attacks were already dead.
If they had the guts, they might have been able to survive by throwing the only weapon in their hands. But if they were really close, the explosion was enough to break any Beastman's arm or leg.
Boom! Boom! Following the continuous explosions, the Elven Rangers on the other side started shooting arrows at the wooden wall again.
Suicide bombing was an almost unsolvable problem even before Duque traveled to this world. To Duque, the only problem was that he had not found the remote detonation technology. These Yaoyao that charged forward were all loaded with bombs, and Duque used the System to control the Magician's Hand to detonate them.
Even so, it was enough to make Orgrim's scalp tingle.
Attacking isn't.
It wasn't like he didn't attack.
The losses were already great.
The tribe was not afraid of sacrifice, but what the tribe was most afraid of was this kind of fruitless cutting of flesh. Ten thousand people had died in total. Apart from tearing down six of the Alliance's wooden walls, they didn't kill anyone else.
Including the Trolls' spears, the Alliance's casualties definitely did not exceed 300 people.
The huge casualties caused the Beastmen's hearts to waver.
Orgrim's army was only left with 30,000 people. Now, there were only 20,000 Orcs left, and many of them had low morale. How were they supposed to fight?
Duque, who was standing on top of the tower, was very patient. He had not made a move yet. Or rather, it was not yet time for him to act.
The core elites of Orgrim did not move. Those 10,000 people were the last elites of the Blackrock tribe.
These ten thousand people were not to be underestimated. The system elf gave Duque a rare hint. These guys actually had decent magic resistance. Not only was it resistant to fire, but it also seemed to have some resistance to ice and arcane spells. This covered most of the mainstream spells.
What made Duque the most uncertain was Orgrim himself. Physical professions were different from magic professions. Mages were divided into five levels: Earth, Sky, Morning Star, Radiant Moon, and Breaking Dawn. Physical professions were very vague. They were generally divided into the domain of experts, powerhouses, and heroes.
According to Aurelia, it seemed that people like her who entered the domain of heroes would awaken a certain trait. For example, she specialized in speed and agility, and then awakened the additional wind attribute at the Storm Altar.
Orgrim … If he did not find an opportunity to force him to use his full strength, he would probably not know.
Originally, Duque wanted to drag the tribe's elites to death. However, a line of system notifications shocked him.
"Pass the order! Let the Silver Hand fight. "
As the drawbridge was lowered, the huge east gate of Lordaeron that had been urgently repaired opened with a rumble. A cavalry of thousands rushed out of the gate and stopped less than a kilometer away from the rear of Orgrim's army.
The radiance of the paladins could be clearly seen from afar.
There were not many people in the Silver Hand. In fact, there was less than half a regiment here, only 60 people. Moreover, the most capable fighter, Uther, was not here. Only Tirion Fordring and Gavin Rad, the two first-generation paladins, were leading the team.
The holy light of the paladins blinded the eyes of the Horde scouts. The thousands of Alliance knights did not attack. They stood at the side and back of the Horde.
After that guy ran to Orgrim's side to report, Orgrim's face immediately darkened.
He immediately realized that this was Duque trying to persuade them to retreat.
"Great chief, we can't retreat! If the humans really had that ability, they would have attacked long ago. "Orgrim's deputy, Sabek, shouted.
"I know."
Orgrim was very hesitant. Duque's tactical strategy was very clear. It was to kill as many of the Horde's elites as possible. Duque, who was not limited to one city or one place and only wanted to kill people, was now trying to persuade the Horde in the east to retreat. It was obvious that there was a problem in the Alliance. Duque had to give up on completely annihilating the Horde's army in the east and focus on annihilating the Horde in the west.
But what was the variable?
Orgrim didn't know.
Right now, he was extremely envious of the Alliance's communication methods. This allowed the higher-ups to quickly grasp any changes in the situation. It was not like the Horde's outdated communication methods, where they had to personally send people to deliver orders.
Now it was up to Orgrim to take the gamble.
Even though Orgrim knew that the human cavalry at the back of his army was definitely not elite, he still couldn't ignore the existence of this army. He couldn't ignore the existence of this army. If the Horde's numbers dropped to ten thousand, the attack from the front and back a few days ago would definitely happen again.
"Damn it!" The giant hammer of destruction smashed into the ground, creating a huge pit.
At this moment, the Alliance suddenly counterattacked.
With hundreds and thousands of flashing red demons as the lead, nearly three thousand elven rangers came down from the wooden wall. Amidst the explosions, they slowly advanced while shooting arrows.
Orgrim also found out that not every Demon Spirit would explode. But, every one of these flashing red demons looked exactly the same …..
Orgrim suddenly did something that surprised all his guards. He actually rushed to the front of the formation.
His loud roar pierced through the chaotic battlefield and reached the Alliance's formation.
"Duke Marcus! Answer me — — are you colluding with Gul 'dan!? "
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