A while ago, they had sent a large number of knights to attack the Grimbator Fortress, but they had failed. The consequences were beginning to show. The death of a large number of elite Knights forced Mograine to promote more Knight Candidates to Knights.
To Mograine, the lack of experience was a small matter. Looking at the Fifth and Sixth Legions of Rotterdam, many of the commanders were trash that tarnished the name of knights. Most of them were sent in by the nobles. This was the compromise that Terenas had to make with the nobles in the kingdom.
The reason they were able to maintain their formation was purely because their subordinates were the most elite soldiers who had experienced the Battle of Silverpine Forest.
Closer.
Closer!
Closer and closer!
When the armies of the Alliance and the Horde approached the scorched land, the hot air began to turn cold and heavy.
It was just an illusion.
However, it was not a good illusion. The heat of the Scorching Canyon was unbearable.
On the contrary, the Beastmen led by the Blackrock Clan felt that it was normal.
Standing on a large rock at the front of the army, almost all the Beastmen could see their chief and the symbol of the Scorching Canyon, the [Hammer of Destruction].
They began to believe their chief's words.
Even though rows of human warriors in bright armor were approaching them in an orderly fashion.
Even though the spears of the humans were as dense as a forest, each spear tip shining with a piercing cold light.
However, when their Great Tribal Chief shouted those words that reverberated in the bloodline of the Beastmen for thousands of years, those words that seemed to contain a mysterious power and were incomparably sacred for their entire lives, every Beastman received an answer for this war.
What was that answer?
“Lok-tar，ogar！”
Yes!
If they did not win, they would rather die!
“Lok-tar，ogar！”
Two hundred and fifty thousand voices combined into one, echoing throughout the entire Scorching Canyon.
Under their Great Chieftain's lead, the once still green sea began to surge with the most frenzied ferocity!
That was the strongest fusion of the will of 250,000 people!
It was also the roar of a desperate race for survival!
Faced with the terrifying voice of the Beastmen, Mograine and Andoine were deeply shocked.
This battle was over!
Mograine shouted at the top of his lungs, "Ballistae and catapults, fire first! The First and Second Heavy Cavalry Regiments charged back! We must suppress the enemy's momentum! "
Throwing in their trump card at the start of the match was undoubtedly a very bad start.
Mograine had no choice.
This was because he saw Orgrim and his personal Ogre guards, as well as more than ten Chieftains with terrifying combat abilities.
That was definitely not an opponent that an ordinary shield formation could defend against.
Andoine was nervous too. "Tell Duque! I need his Red Dragon Army, now! Now! "
After sending the message, Andoine raised his hand. "Storm Royal Knights, Silver Hand, follow me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately galloped madly on his horse.
"We have to make it! Red Dragon! "
In fact, Duque had called for the air force earlier than them. But because the Red Dragons were not arranged to enter the Barren Land in advance, it would take more than 20 minutes for the Red Dragons to fly over, no matter how fast they were.
The Rotterdam Heavy Cavalry filed out from both sides of the front line. After quickly forming an Arrow Formation, the horses began to speed up and trot on the battlefield. The knights held their heads high, and the tips of their spears were lowered in rows.
Soon, a silver wave appeared at the front of the battlefield. It surged forward with the momentum of thousands of soldiers and horses, ready to collide with the terrifying green wave.
Black ballistae rose diagonally from the human formation, and poured towards the front of the Orcs with a density that could cover the sky.
Mograine could imagine that in a dozen seconds, there would be countless holes in the green sea, and this wave would stagnate.
Something no one thought would happen. Suddenly, the sound of ballistae could be heard from the Orcs' formation. A bunch of strange ballistae were shot out.
At this moment, Duque, who was advancing with the dwarves on the right, was stunned. "What the hell, isn't that a helicopter's propeller?"
The thing that was shot out really looked like a propeller. When the ballistae shot out by the Orcs flew into the air, due to inertia, the helical fins attached to the ballistae's arrowheads were lifted up, and started to spin at high speed due to the rapid flow of air.
In the next moment, like a shaving machine, most of the ballistae shot at the Orc infantry were shaved into countless pieces.
The humans' ballistae … had failed!
"This … This must be the work of our distant Dark Iron Dwarves," Magni muttered.
His words were right. The Orcs only knew how to use thick and hard weapons. Such a low-tech but effective war machine was definitely not an invention of the Orcs.
This also meant that the charging heavy cavalry had lost their cover.
"Axes!" Orgrim, who was leading the charge, did not forget to give the order.
The charging Orcs began to remove the short axes tied to their waists. Those were throwing axes specially prepared for them by the Dark Iron Dwarves. Even though each axe was as big as the axes humans used to chop trees, it could only be used for throwing against the tall and strong Orcs.
The axes were made of black iron, and they were rather crude. But with the Orcs' innate strength, they could easily throw them more than 50 meters away.
The flying axes that were as dense as raindrops let out ear-piercing screeches. They spun in the air, drawing terrifying arcs in the air as they attacked the charging heavy cavalry.
The heavy armor of the Rotterdam soldiers that could easily block the rain of arrows became meaningless. A few hundred kilograms of force was concentrated on the narrow blades of the axes. Be it the iron coated Kite shields or the armor that was more than five millimeters thick, they could not withstand the terrifying power of the axes.
"Ah!"
"No!"
"Mother, I don't want to die!"
Anyone who was hit would be sent flying four to five meters away before crashing into the ground, or dismembered instantly.
Broken horse heads, horse legs, human limbs, and broken lances flew less than 30 meters away from the Orc vanguard.
Out of ten heavy cavalry, only one or two would be able to reach the orcs at most.
But they were not much better off than their comrades.
The Ogres' three-meter-long war hammers were no weaker than the lances of the heavy cavalry with their long arms. A faster and fiercer counterattack would usually arrive first.
Before the charge of the lances taught by the knights could reach them, they were sent flying with their horses in a violent gust of wind.
It was easy to imagine how terrifying Orgrim's personal guards were to be able to throw a man and a horse that weighed nearly 500 kilograms with a hammer.
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