The green tide surged across the dark ground at high speed.
Even the faces of the Rotterdam soldiers standing at the front did not seem to have the emotions of the living. They were cold, indifferent, and calm. In fact, the mercury-like luster flowing on their hands betrayed them. It was cold sweat!
"Hold on! Hold on! You can definitely hold on! "The empty slogans of the frontline commanders did not give them any more courage.
The only thing they knew was that before the forest of spears collapsed, they would be safe.
"Throw the axes!" Orgrim ordered again.
The axes that whistled through the air caused a large number of killings in the orderly human spears and shields.
Almost instantly, the orderly shield formation was like a sandcastle eroded by seawater, and was immediately riddled with holes. There was no time to fill the gaps. The thousands of Orcs charged forward in a crooked manner, and like a giant axe, they slashed into the army of the Rotterdam Kingdom.
When the valiant Orc warriors collided with the panicked human warriors, the Orc warriors were stunned.
The entire frontline immediately erupted with the loudest sound since the start of the battle.
Heart-wrenching screams, desperate wails, the sound of heavy weapons colliding with metal shields, and the sound of spears stabbing into flesh were all heard.
What made Mograine furious was that the shield formation that he'd been lucky with fell like dominoes. The Orcs' vanguard did not stop at all. It was as if they had passed by each other, and easily destroyed the entire front line.
It was not that no human soldiers survived the first wave of impact, but the Orcs did not even give them a second blow. They simply knocked them to the ground, and the whole army stepped on them, trampling them to death.
The scene that seemed like a bowling ball quickly returned to normal. It was still the same green tide. All the silver in the front line lost its color in just a few minutes, and was devoured by the surging green.
Mograine knew that he'd made a mistake. He should've stopped earlier and advanced slowly.
He was not the only one. The entire Alliance relaxed because of the atmosphere of victory. They thought that the tribes were just lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
However, they could still be saved. Losing 20,000 vanguard soldiers was not the end of the world.
"Call for a magic strike. At the same time, the FFF Team will take the lead. We must first defeat the Orcs' vanguard team. "Mograine's order echoed in the magic communication network.
"No! Mograine! It was the Ogre army that had been strengthened by the Storm Altar! The effect of the spell isn't good! "In the communication network, Duque could not help but interrupt.
Suddenly, Terenas said, "Duque, shut up! During the meeting, we agreed that Mograine would be in charge of the central and vanguard armies. "
Obviously, Terenas was anxious as well.
"Idiot. He doesn't trust the mages in the Magical Domain, but trusts a commander who's a knight." Magni Bronzebeard spat harshly when he heard the message.
Duque sighed. "No, it's Terenas who wants to be Thoradin The Great."
After Duque revealed the truth, Magni was silent for a few seconds before he suddenly said, "Duque, why don't we form an alliance in the Southern Continent?"
Duque smiled. "It doesn't have to be so complicated. However, I don't mind building a high-speed underground railway between Stormwind and Ironforge. In that case, none of us will be afraid of being besieged again. "
"Good idea." He was a little annoyed by Duque's strange rejection, but the idea of building an underground railway made his eyes light up.
Yes! If the Lordaeron Alliance is really that bad, we dwarves can just form an alliance with Stormwind.
After experiencing the siege of the Orcs, Magni was enlightened.
Dwarves and Gnomes alone were not enough. Humans were a very necessary addition. Whether it was as an ally or as a trading partner. There were so many human kingdoms. Of course, they would choose the one that was most pleasing to the eye. For example, Stormwind, where Duque and Andoine were.
The Orcs were also in a triangular formation. Now that the frontline of the Alliance had collapsed, the two flanks had not joined up yet.
At this time, countless rays of magical light rose from the rear of the Alliance. This heavy rain of magical elements started from the center of the battlefield near the left side, and swept towards the right side.
In Mograine's imagination, even if the Orc vanguard did not collapse immediately, there would be a huge gap in the battlefield. Even if the middle army could not immediately seize this opportunity to turn the tide, they could try to get the FFF flamethrower team into position.
As long as they stood firm and pushed forward, it would not be too difficult to win this battle in one fell swoop.
Unexpectedly, the vanguard formed by Orgrim was too terrifying.
The magic that poured down did not cause too many casualties, especially the Ogres. The weaker magic that landed on them would only cause the wind shields that seemed to be born with to sway a little. They would sway a little, and then continue to charge with their huge weapons or shields.
Although the Orcs' attack was chaotic, it was effective because they had completely suppressed the Alliance in terms of momentum.
Moreover, they were not afraid of death.
"Spit fire! Spit fire! Burn these green-skinned creatures to death! "
The lack of experience of the frontline commander was magnified at this moment.
Mograine did not see that Orgrim's personal guards were so fierce, but he had already noticed that the vanguard was the Blackrock Tribe's Orcs. Hence, he ordered them to throw their spears. However, that bunch of ignorant and incompetent noble young masters gave the order to spit fire.
Long tongues of fire flew tens of meters in the air, forming dazzling fire snakes.
However, it was useless.
The Blackrock Tribe's Orcs were born with high fire resistance.
In the eyes of the Rotterdam people, these Blackrock Orcs were the most terrifying Flame Demons. This was because these wild and violent Orcs actually rushed over with their weapons blazing.
They thought that they would struggle for a few meters before falling and dying like ordinary people.
Ten meters passed.
Twenty meters passed.
Thirty meters …
Even when they screamed and pounced in front of the middle army, they were still not burned to death.
"Ahhhh — Monsters!"
"We can't win! We can't win against these Fire Orcs! "
A soldier abandoned his duty.
More soldiers abandoned the spears in their hands.
However, they were shocked to find that their commander had fled the battle line before them.
The middle army of the Alliance also began to collapse.
Leksa waved his axes and fought together with his battle pets. Looking at the crumbling front of the Alliance, he felt as if his beating heart was pumping out the blood of victory. This feeling was so overwhelming. He turned to look at Zuluhid, who was not far away, and easily saw the same emotion in his eyes.
The Orcs might really win!
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