Countless Orcs suddenly jumped out of the snow outside the town. They shouted in the Orc language that humans could not understand, and roared as they charged towards the Rotterdam Cavalrymen that consisted of only about 60 people.
Apart from the Orcs, there were also many slender, white-skinned Frost Trolls.
If not for that round of spear throwing just now, the cavalry could have broken out of the encirclement with their warhorses. Unfortunately, at least 70% of the warhorses were pierced by the spears, and they neighed in pain in a pool of blood.
The remaining cavalry had no choice but to use their warhorses as cover and form a circular formation to resist.
If it was a battle on the battlefield, 100 Orcs and Trolls against 60 highly mobile cavalries, the outcome of the battle would still be unknown. When the cavalry was forced to become infantry, and had to use the smaller kite shields of the cavalry to form a circular formation, the outcome was decided.
Jaina was sprayed with blood, and she was completely stunned.
Some people would scream hysterically in the face of danger. They could not do anything, and would even disturb their companions, making a mess of things.
Some people would show extreme survival instincts at such a moment. Like a drowning person, they would grab onto anyone they could grab, and crave for a chance to survive.
There were also some people who would become calm and decisive after extreme panic.
There was one last type of person who could guide their companions out of a predicament that would lead them to death.
The last type of person was extremely rare, and people often called them generals.
It was obvious that Jaina Proudmoore was a natural commander.
In just a second, Jaina came to her senses, and shouted, "Go to the church! The church is made of stone! "
The Paladin who was the leader suddenly understood what Jaina meant.
Jaina's judgment was correct. If they did not have suitable defensive measures, the 60 of them would basically die in a single charge from the Orcs.
Hiding in the cellar was useless. Firstly, the cellar was not that big, and secondly, the Orcs' demolition ability was beyond the imagination of most people.
The Orcs did not even need to use hammers to demolish houses made of ordinary bricks and wood. They could just knock it down with their arms. The so-called defense of a fortified position did not work on the Orcs at all.
The church was different. For some reason, the church in this town was made of bluestone, and was rather sturdy.
"Go! Listen to this lady! "
It would take the Orcs at most half a minute to rush from the outskirts of the town to the town. They would be able to get there in a daze. Jaina's shout was definitely a life-saving move.
The cavaliers of the Rotterdam Kingdom supported their teammates, and almost rushed into the church in the middle of the town before the Orcs surrounded them.
"Blargh!" Jaina wanted to vomit again.
The church was a sacred place for the people of Lordaeron. People would naturally come to the church to seek salvation in times of danger. Unfortunately, the Orcs had turned this place into a cruel slaughterhouse.
Even though the corpse was already frozen, the smell of blood that had just splashed onto Jaina's body stimulated her sense of smell.
None of the cavalrymen blamed this seemingly delicate young lady because she had already saved their lives. Some of the cavalrymen dragged the injured comrades deeper into the church, while the uninjured cavalrymen quickly formed a two-layered shield formation at the entrance of the church, which could accommodate four people abreast and was as tall as two men.
"Thank the Holy Light! Thank you, wise lady! "
The Orcs were still aggressive, but compared to setting up a formation in the middle of the town, which had a complicated terrain, the church that only needed to defend the front door was simply a holy land. There was also a side door made of bluestone that could only allow one human to pass through. Two of them were enough to guard the door tightly.
The Orcs immediately launched an attack on the human soldiers of the church. They smashed their huge hammers over, and even with the defense of the shields, they easily broke the arm of a cavalryman.
As the price, the Orc died in the next moment after being stabbed by at least seven swords of the Knights.
The tragic battle was going on, and the cavalrymen were constantly injured and dragged into the church by their companions. However, there were more Orcs who had fallen. The cavalrymen, who were obviously veterans of the war, were extremely brave. In just five minutes, they had killed more than 30 Orcs, and only seven of them were lightly injured, while three of them were seriously injured.
However, there were more Orcs outside. The green heads were densely packed, forming a surging green ocean. It seemed that there were at least hundreds of Orcs here.
A cavalryman with a broken arm took out a short-barreled flintlock and fired a shot into the sky. Accompanied by an ear-piercing sound, a dazzling red signal flare soared into the sky. It could be clearly seen even ten kilometers away.
Looking at Jaina's blank expression, the cavalryman smiled: "The thing sent by the Stormwind people is called a signal flare, which is specially used by our alliance to call for help. Although we don't like that damn Duque, but the thing he invented is still useful. "
Another cavalryman, who could no longer stand, panted and laughed: "Come on, we still have to wait for the Stormwind elven women to come and save us."
"Elven women?" Jaina did not react for a moment.
"The Elven Rangers belonging to Grand Duke Marcus of Stormwind. Although their noses are pointed at the sky, they are absolutely strong in forest battles. Our people won't be able to make it in time, so we have to see if there are any Elven Rangers in the vicinity. If there are no reinforcements, we won't last until nightfall. "The cavalryman with a broken arm smiled bitterly.
Jaina gritted her teeth: "That's not necessarily true, I'm still here."
"You!?"
Under the disbelieving gazes of the cavalrymen, Jaina gritted her teeth, rolled up the hem of her moon cloth robe, took a step forward with her fair and tender legs, and stood on the back of the church's pew.
"Be careful of the trolls' spears!" Before the cavalryman finished speaking, he was stunned to find that there was an illusory translucent cover around Jaina.
"Holy Light, she's actually a Sir Wizard!"
The cavalrymen guarding at the front also suddenly noticed the flames coming from behind them. Before they had time to turn their heads, a cold female voice sounded: "Fireball!"
* Bang! * With a loud sound, a huge fireball with a long tail of flames flew over the cavalrymen's shield formation and exploded in the midst of the densely packed beastmen.
"Ahhh — Aooo!" The beastmen were clearly in an uproar. They watched in horror as several of their companions struggled in the flames and rolled on the cold ground.
Some beastmen tried to help their companions put out the flames. They very professionally took off their animal skin clothes and patted them on their companions' bodies.
This was useless!
Before the fire weakened a little, the burning beastmen had already returned to the embrace of their ancestors.
* Bang! * Another fireball!
This time, four or five beastmen were hit.
Their screams in the flames terrified their companions!
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