"Hahaha!" Seeing that Uther had finally entered the Orc formation, Duque showed a look of admiration.
No, rather than admiration, it was more of a longing for a legendary hero.
Duque actually felt a little apologetic, because he had stolen a lot of the limelight from Uther's Twelve Paladins. Of course, to a transmigrator, this kind of apology was only a small portion.
The sky of the Scorching Canyon was always covered with thick clouds and smoke, casting a thick layer of shadow and blood on everything below.
But now, the clouds gradually dispersed, and a pure light shone down. When Uther attacked the Horde army, this Paladin seemed to have turned into a ball of pure holy light. It was terrifying and terrifying. Each of his attacks could at least tear an Orc Warrior into pieces.
After all, this was done while the Holy Light Warhorse was galloping at high speed. To others, it looked like he had swung out countless arcs of golden light, and then the area around him was cleared.
As long as other Paladins were within 30 feet of Uther, Uther's holy light would also cover them. From the start of the war until now, the Silver Hand had expanded much more than in history.
This was thanks to Duque's instigation of Lothar's full support. These Paladins were also the mainstay of the various armies.
From afar, they saw that Uther dared to charge at more than 200,000 Horde with only 12 people. They were all stunned, dazzled by this unparalleled courage.
There were even more Paladins who wished to join this fearsome assault team. Unfortunately, Uther's team of Paladins was simply too fast. The 12 Paladins rushed into the battle, their war hammers, axes, and swords bursting with their faith. Even the soldiers of the Alliance who were trapped in a circular formation in the sea of Orcs automatically spread out to give their warhorses more space to charge.
"No! Come back! Don't care about that small group! Continue to charge! "Orgrim shouted.
Uther did not directly attack Orgrim. If the two of them fought, it would not be a battle that could be resolved in ten minutes. The Alliance needed to stop the wave of Horde attacks, and the best way to achieve this was to break the Horde's formation. So, Uther chose to break through half of Orgrim's guards and leave in style.
Unfortunately, many Orcs were enraged. They turned around and ran towards their new enemies — the shining Paladins.
The Horde, which had been moving in the same direction since the start of the war, was in chaos for the first time.
The Twelve Paladins continued to charge.
They had already forgotten how many Orc blood had stained their weapons. Gavin Rad had wanted to count so he could boast to others later, but he gave up after counting to 50.
This was a cruel battle, barbarism against fanaticism, shining chain mail against wild tattoos and piercings.
The Beastmen were incredibly strong, violent, crazy, and ignored their own pain. However, the Holy Knights retaliated with righteous anger and full of Holy Light.
In front of the brilliant Holy Light that was like a burning sun, countless Orcs were defeated in one round. The price of failure was their lives and glory.
At this moment, Duke, who had already lost his ability to fight, suddenly said softly: "As expected … … it's still not enough!"
"Not enough? What's not enough? "Sasha asked.
Without waiting for Duque to answer, Aurelia killed an Orc with an arrow and answered, "The Alliance is not enough to turn the tables!"
Aurelia was right. Even though most of the Orcs attacking the right wing of the Alliance were defeated, the Orcs still had the advantage in terms of numbers.
Coupled with the physical difference between humans and Orcs, it was only a matter of time before the humans were wiped out in this chaotic battle. If the humans, who were the main force, were defeated, then the Dwarves and High Elves would not be able to win.
Suddenly, Duque turned around. He was not the only one. Many saw Alexstrasza in her dragon form flying away from the battlefield. At the same time, Baron Geddon, who was just as huge, was slowly sinking into the lava river of the Scorching Canyon.
Obviously, the evenly matched two sides had given up on the idea of starting a war.
For some reason, Duque thought of a common QQ group before he transmigrated.
"Hello? You're out to cause trouble! "
"XX location. See you there."
"Bring a machete and a stick."
"A car full of people."
"Uh … seems like the two sides have reached an agreement."
That's right! It was just that funny.
Hundreds of thousands of mortals were fighting to the death, while the extraordinary who had caused so much trouble for both sides was walking around like a garden, leaving a mess for the Alliance and the Horde.
Alexstrasza's magic message came at this time. "Duque, I've made the fire elemental retreat. I also wanted to say … sorry for not being able to help … "
Even so, Duque still had to thank the Red Dragon Queen. "No, I should be the one thanking you. At least I don't have to worry about being hit by Mana Burn again after recovering a little. "
"Next time, as long as it doesn't violate the iron rules of the Red Dragon Army, I'll be there at your beck and call." This was a very heavy promise for a powerful being who had transcended the mortal world.
"Hmm, there will be a chance." The corner of Duque's mouth curled up mysteriously.
Looking back at the battlefield, even though the Holy Knights were still charging forward at full speed, they were gradually being surrounded by hundreds of Orcs. If this went on, perhaps the only outcome for them would be to kill one Orc after another, until they themselves fell down.
Far behind the Twelve Paladins, the armies of the Alliance and the Horde were still fighting on this scorched land.
The deafening sound waves washed over the ears of every Alliance commander like a tidal wave.
In the main formation, the Alliance had not completely collapsed.
A red-bordered white flag with a crimson emblem on it was still struggling to hold on in the sea of green.
That was the Scarlet Cross of Mograine and Abbendis, the strongest army in the entire Lordaeron Kingdom.
It had participated in the First Southern Sea War, the Battle of Silverpine Forest, the defense of Lordaeron Kingdom, and the Battle of the Iron Furnace Fort. From north to south, its glorious legend spread across the entire Eastern Kingdom.
It was also King Terenas' greatest source of confidence and support. No matter how much they disliked Terenas's arrogance, they had to admit that this was an army made up of the strongest knight's spirit.
Full of glory, strong will, and unyielding.
But this army had shrunk from 30,000 to less than 8,000, and almost all of them were injured.
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