Above the mountain peak that represented the horizon in the distance was a dark gray sky.
Under the thick dark clouds that almost covered the entire mountain peak, countless green Orcs were crossing the mountain peak and killing their way out. The entire canyon was filled with the scattered limbs of the human soldiers, as well as weapons and armor that glowed with a matte luster.
From the initial defensive battle, it had already turned into a scene of an apocalyptic massacre.
Apart from the heavy-duty crossbows and a small team of mages that could cause relatively effective damage to the Orcs, the human camp could not do anything to the Orcs at all.
The Orcs smashed the pillboxes one by one like whack-a-mole, pulled out the human soldiers inside, and killed them one by one. The entire canyon echoed with the Orcs' rude and arrogant laughter.
Anduin Lothar, who was in the command post at the top of the mountain, turned pale. He turned to the commander of the Gryphon Legion, and said in a deep voice, "General Tom Seamus, bring your men and follow me. Stormwind needs a legion to cover the rear. "
After saying that, Lothar's tall body seemed even taller.
Every noble present lowered their heads in shame.
They were the ones who forced King Laing to fight a messy battle without knowing who the enemy was.
They were the ones who let Andoine and the entire Gryphon Legion die in order to protect their own territory.
The command post was clearly bustling with people, but all the nobles suddenly felt a sense of desolation. They felt like they had given up on a comrade!
General Tom Seamus was a middle-aged man in his thirties with blonde hair and a square face. He was a typical soldier who did not seem like a noble at all. His coarse eyebrows rose along with the bulging muscles on his cheeks. General Seamus stood at attention and smiled as he gently put on his helmet. Before putting on his helmet, he did not forget to tidy up the red tassel on his helmet, which was different from that of ordinary soldiers. It seemed that he was afraid that the Orcs would not be able to tell that he was a general.
"If I were to go with Sir Lothar, I'm sure I wouldn't be lonely," he said calmly, but there was a sense of firmness in his voice that was almost beyond the scope of his voice.
Willing to be a hero for a second!? Or a coward for life!?
Only when a man truly understood these words would he understand where the heaviness of the sword in his hand came from.
Lothar turned to Bolvar Fordragon and nodded. "If I can't go back, tell Laing that his good friend, Anduin Lothar, fought for his kingdom to the last drop of his blood."
Bolvar's facial muscles twitched. He suddenly took a step forward, wanting to draw his sword from its scabbard. "I'll accompany you …"
All of a sudden, Andoine's hand pressed down on Bolvar's wrist, preventing him from drawing his sword.
"The war has only just begun. The death of a mere knight is enough. I'll leave the retreat to you, Duke Fordragon! "Andoine's voice was so loud that no one could tell that he was ready to die.
Bolvar's mouth squirmed for a long time, but he could not utter a single word. In the end, he resolutely turned his head away, and his face was filled with unconcealable pain.
"Listen up, I, Bolvar Fordragon, will be in charge of the retreat. Whoever wants to be the first to escape will have their heads cut off!"
Lothar had even considered this. Without the support of King Laing, Andoine was just a mere knight. But without Laing, Bolvar was still the high and mighty duke.
His family background and identity were a deterrent to the nobles who no longer had much fighting spirit.
Soon, all the nobles in the command room filed out.
The yells of the noble officers could be heard from the back of the mountain. Apart from the soldiers in the small fortress, more than 70% of the soldiers on the mountain began to retreat in an orderly manner.
Looking at the green tide in the distance, Lothar's eyes were filled with indescribable complexity.
Was it loneliness?
Was it sorrow?
Was it indignation?
Or was it courting death?
Tom Seamus returned and stood by Lothar's side. His voice was firm and powerful. "The 5,000 soldiers of the Gryphon Legion are ready."
To be honest, Lothar did not need to bring up the rear himself. As the commander of this battle, he could totally push the responsibility to the nobles who had been arrogant before the start of the battle, only to tremble in fear at the sight of the orcs. Laing would definitely protect him.
But Lothar did not. He calmly put on his helmet and led Tom Seamus out of the command post.
"Guards, blow our horn and tell those barbaric bastards that we are coming!" Lothar's loud and clear voice made the guards at the door feel deep veneration.
"Woo woo woo …" The heavy sound of the horn rang out, causing the orcs who were immersed in killing to raise their green-skinned heads involuntarily.
Halfway up the mountain, a few of the largest fortresses on the two peaks that had not yet been attacked by the orcs opened up. Thousands of human soldiers in bright silver armor were like rivers flowing into the sea. They quickly gathered into two square formations, each guarding one of the peaks.
On the thirty-degree slope, they slowly advanced down the mountain.
"Roar … finally some decent fellows have come to die!" A chief of a small tribe laughed in the orc language.
The warriors of the Gryphon Legion slowly moved down the smoothest side of the mountain. As far as the eye could see, large floating shields and armor formed a stream of steel.
The entire army looked like a dazzling ball of flowing mercury. In the gaps between the kite shields that were a size larger than the average Stormwind soldier, one could vaguely see that these heavily armored infantrymen only had half of their faces exposed in front of their helmets. Their eyes were filled with determination.
At the very front were all shield swordsmen. From the third row onwards, there were spearmen holding spears that were almost four meters long. They rested their spears on the shoulders of the crouching comrades in the front row, which just happened to extend through the gaps between the shields.
The fourth and fifth rows of spearmen did the same. However, the angle of the spears in each row was higher.
This had been calculated. For the tall orcs, the lowest row of spears just reached their waists.
The entire square formation was like an enormous steel porcupine, intimidating to look at.
It was as if a forest of spears had risen up, the densely packed spear tips glinting with cold light.
If they were up against humans, this would probably be a battle of attrition. Simple bows and arrows were almost useless against this line of defense.
But the orcs were different. They laughed sinisterly and roared, waving their extremely heavy weapons as they attacked fearlessly.
Giant battle axes swept across, and all that could be heard was the sound of spear shafts snapping. The spear shafts of the spearmen were all specially chosen. Normally, when humans used heavy swords to hack at the same spot, they would have to hack at least a few times before it would break.
But in the face of the orcs' immense strength, breaking spears was as easy as breaking chopsticks.
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