Duque and his men were not the only ones who had arrived. Kilrogg Deadeye and Zuluhid had brought nearly a thousand Orc Warriors with them.
On the Alliance's side, the Twelve Paladins and the entire human army were rushing over. The Storm Royal Family's Knights had already broken through Orgrim's personal guards and rushed to Lothar's side, surrounding the Alliance commander.
Not only that, over a hundred steam tanks were also rushing over. The dwarves were firing with all their might, clearing the entire area of Orcs.
In the distance, after the tank assault team rushed back and forth, the entire Orc army had been cut into several pieces. There were not many Horde flags still fluttering on the battlefield. Although these clans were still struggling under the attacks of the humans, more and more Mages and heavy cannons entered the battlefield, rendering their resistance useless.
Without enough Orc Warriors gathered together, it was impossible to break through the human army's sword and shield formation. However, if they gathered together, they would have to face the concentrated attacks of the Mages. The most terrifying thing was the dwarves' largest tank destroyer.
Though it was a huge, cumbersome thing, if it was given a minute or two to turn, to aim and load, a shell would shake the earth and the mountains. Within the area it hit, everything within a radius of more than two hundred meters would be completely barren.
The Orc army had fallen into this vicious cycle. If they gathered together, they would be annihilated. If they scattered, they would be killed by the humans' shield formation.
In addition, the rear was already in a mess due to the dwarves' blitzkrieg. At the back, there were still forty thousand dwarven infantrymen nailed there, constantly bleeding the Orcs.
The chants of "Lok-tar, ogar!" could no longer be heard. All they could see were Orcs who had thrown away their weapons and fled in panic.
Instead, it was replaced by shouts of "Long live the Alliance!"
High above, Duque, who was sitting on top of a tank, looked down at Orgrim and said something that sounded like a verdict, "The Alliance has won!"
Orgrim crawled up again, and his body shook as he spat out blood. He was so heavily injured that he couldn't even lift up the [Hammer of Destruction], but he still shouted with a hoarse voice, "This time, the Horde has failed. But so what? The Horde will welcome their third great chief! The warriors of every race in the Alliance will die in the hands of the Horde warriors! Until your world belongs to us! "
Suddenly, Orgrim shouted with all his might, "Zuluhed! Kilrogg! Kargath! Let's go! Let's go — the Horde hasn't lost yet! The Horde will never fail — "
Noxus sighed softly. "Capture him alive!"
Even though he had lowered his voice, his normally loud and clear voice was no different from shouting in the ears of ordinary people.
Led by the Twelve Paladins, more than five hundred Paladins charged towards Orgrim.
Kargath Bladefist used his actions to replace his reply. His grey muscles bulged inch by inch, and he used his remaining hand to grab Orgrim. What he wanted to do was self-evident.
Tirion Fordring had arrived.
Under the acceleration of the warhorse, the hammer arrived at an extremely fast speed.
"Clang!" Kargath used the huge blade on his arm to barely block the attack.
Without giving him any time to catch his breath, Gavin Rad and Sai Dan Dathrohan's hammers struck him at the same time.
"Wah!" Even someone as strong as Kargath, a hero born as a Death Gladiator, was still sent flying more than twenty metres away under the combined attack of two top-notch human martial forces. He rolled on the ground a few times before regaining his breath.
Unfortunately, he was already far away from Orgrim.
Hammering the ground with his fist, Kargath resolutely retreated.
Yes, he had tried his best!
Kilrogg Deadeye swung his sharp bone-spiked axe, sending a human Paladin flying with a single blow. The hard bone penetrated the Paladin's plate armor, and even his intestines were hooked out. He used his only remaining eye to look at Orgrim, who had already been rushed to his side by the Twelve Paladins. Without hesitation, he turned around and left.
But Zuluhed … Orgrim's assistant, under everyone's astonished gazes, charged over while swinging his hammer.
That's right! He wanted to save Orgrim. Under the watchful eyes of nearly a thousand human Paladins, twelve inhumanly ferocious Paladins, and three female Ranger heroes who were even sharper than the male Ranger heroes, he wanted to save his most beloved great chief.
This was no longer logic or courage. At this moment, Zuluhed was more like a fanatical martyr. It wasn't just him. There were also over three hundred Orc Warriors who charged with him. They were all great warriors.
"Uther!" Noxus, who was panting, shouted at the Paladin leader.
There was no need to say more. Everyone understood.
Duque raised his hands and pressed down on Cirvanas and Sasha's bows. Magni, who was about to order the cannons to fire, also put down his hand.
This was the last battle of this campaign.
True warriors transcended borders, and even races.
They deserved to be respected.
Uther led a large group of Paladins into a trot, and then the horses began to speed up. At this stage of the battle, there were no longer any Paladins who still had a lance.
The deciding factor was the moment they got close to each other, the Paladins' horse-riding skills, and that fleeting moment of life and death confrontation.
Closer!
Closer!!
Even closer —
Zuluhed's Orc Warriors had rich experience in fighting Paladins.
It wasn't easy to kill a Paladin directly. Excellent Paladins could dodge or use their Cavalry Shields to defend against most attacks aimed at their upper bodies.
The Orcs swung their hammers in arcs, and the lucky ones would be able to hit the Paladin's head with all their might.
Hundreds of Paladins collapsed, and blood flowed out of their shattered skulls. Their limbs twitched as they died. The Paladins would either fall to the ground pathetically and be killed by the Orcs, or they would jump off at the last moment and roll on the ground before climbing back up to continue fighting.
Most of the Paladins would control the reins the instant before the Orcs' hammers or axes hit their horses, allowing them to avoid death at the last moment. Then, they would use the momentum of the horses to deliver a fatal blow.
In the first clash, the Alliance and the Horde had a score of 118: 230.
Uther perfectly blocked Zuluhed's attack, and his hammer that contained the power of the Holy Light smashed heavily on Zuluhed's right pauldron. Almost everyone who was paying attention to Zuluhed heard the sound of it shattering. It wasn't just the pauldron that was shattering, but the entire right shoulder.
Zuluhed's entire right chest had been completely shattered by Uther's attack. The arm that was holding the hammer flew high into the air, and started to spin in the air.
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