Chapter 79
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The orcs at the very front naturally paid the price with their lives. But they used their bodies and lives to destroy more than thirty percent of the spears.
Many of the second wave of orcs that charged to the front could already fight with the sword and shield soldiers at the very front.
Bam!
Even though the soldiers of the Gryphon Legion had all been trained by the naga instructors, the orcs' heavy hammers still caused many of them to split open in actual combat.
The soldiers who had undergone strict training took advantage of the orcs' exhaustion to quickly stab out with their longswords.
They succeeded, but also failed.
They had indeed killed the second wave of orcs, but the third wave had taken advantage of the situation to close in. Some of the berserk orcs threw out their heavy hammers that weighed more than fifty kilograms, while others even crashed into the human formation.
The heavy blows that were comparable to the charge of a rhinoceros often required three or more warriors to stack up their shields to withstand it.
Many depressions appeared in front of the orderly human formation.
Once they were locked in combat, the difference in individual combat ability was immediately apparent.
Even against an elite force like the Gryphon Legion, the orc warriors could still fight with a loss ratio of one to three. This was all thanks to the orcs' terrible armor. These green-skinned orcs usually had less than thirty percent of their bodies covered in armor, and it was leather armor that was easier to pierce.
Once the heart or any other vital point was pierced, the orcs would also be finished.
It was just that the orcs' tenacious vitality allowed them to fight for a period of time after receiving a fatal injury before collapsing to the ground and dying.
Anduin Lothar waved his heavy sword and fought at the very front. He was perhaps the most eye-catching existence in the human camp.
He used a two-handed sword like it was a one-handed sword. His solid but unflashy swordsmanship allowed him to finish off his enemies in the simplest and fastest way. There were already more than twenty orc corpses lying in front of him.
The commander should have been at the center of the army. But now that this kind of tactic had lost its meaning, and required courage, he came to the front lines.
A solid pillar of support could give the soldiers more confidence.
On a nearby mountain, General Seamus made the same choice as Lothar.
It was a pity that the difference in strength between the two sides was too great.
Whether it was in terms of military strength or individual combat power. Every time Lothar cut down the orcs at the front, the ones at the back who were already impatient would immediately fill in the gaps, roaring as they launched crude yet powerful attacks.
Less than half an hour into the battle, Lothar believed that he had caused no less than 1,000 casualties to the orcs. However, this number of casualties was simply a drop in the ocean compared to the orcs that were everywhere.
Lothar could still fight. He waved his sword and stabbed, hacked, and slashed the ferocious-looking orcs to death. However, he could clearly feel the number of soldiers around him decreasing rapidly.
The originally thick phalanx had become thin, and Noxus did not even need to look back to see that it had become deep behind him.
There were three horizontal formations arranged along the mountainside.
Behind the formation were a large number of injured people who were unable to move or had difficulty moving.
To make matters worse, there were many Orcs that he had never seen before. These Orcs were slightly smaller than their brethren. They wore loose robes and carried staves. After a few seconds of crazy chanting, a Gryphon Legion soldier would go berserk. Some would rush out of the formation and attack the Orcs, only to be engulfed quickly. Or worse, they would slash their swords at their comrades who had been fighting alongside them.
Andoine knew that the collapse of the battle line would happen in the next two to three minutes.
"Commander! Duke Fordragon has ordered you to retreat! "The voice of the messenger suddenly sounded behind Lothar.
"Retreat? How do you expect me to retreat? "
Looking at the Orcs who were still moving quickly over the mountains, Lothar knew that if he did not stop the Orcs' attack, what awaited them would be a faster and more severe defeat.
Lothar tilted his head and saw that General Seamus' troops on the mountain peak next to him had not been defeated either. However, their losses were a little worse than his. There were only two horizontal lines left.
Lothar did not know that at this moment, more than a dozen nobles dressed as private soldiers had crept up the empty mountain peak.
They nimbly dismounted from their horses and unloaded all the things that were on the horses.
While they were doing this, a warrior wearing the standard Stormwind armor with the insignia erased almost couldn't help but draw his sword and rush down to help.
However, he was stopped.
"Can you help by going down alone? Reggie. "
The one who was called Reggie was naturally Reginald Windsor, the future marshal!
Windsor gritted his teeth. "Am I not going to do anything?"
Duque smiled and raised three fingers. Every time he finished a paragraph, he would curl one finger.
"First of all, don't forget that you're already my follower."
"Second, that's why I'm here."
"Third, I don't know how to split myself. I can at most destroy the opponent's flames, but I can't cover two troops at the same time. I want you and Makarov to cover General Tom Seamus on the mountain. Such a person shouldn't die in this place. "
"Okay!" Windsor waved his hand, and more people dressed as private soldiers crept up the previously empty mountaintop fortress.
Looking at the situation at the foot of the mountain, Duque suddenly sighed.
"Heaven to the left, the warriors to the right … Why do I feel so heavy when I personally experience this?"
Lothar and the warriors of Gryphon Legion were all great. It was this great glory that made Duque unable to bear to see the entire Gryphon Legion fall here.
General Seamus was already an arrow at the end of its flight. His left arm hung low. The fierce attacks from the orc warriors had dislocated his entire left arm. Even the slightest movement would cause him heart-wrenching pain. His right leg had been pierced by a rough spear. Even though it didn't hurt his bones, blood was flowing out.
He was very tired, and he didn't even want to move a finger.
He was very dirty, and his golden hair was covered in dark red mud. It wasn't mud, it was dried flesh, some orc, and some of his comrades. His guards blocked a hammer for him, and he saw with his own eyes the ribs of the lad who was hammered in the back.
From the moment he received Lothar's order until now, he had always thought that he would die here.
Suddenly, he heard a strange whistling sound.
It was similar to the sound of a rain of arrows, and it was even more frightening than the sound of ten archer companies firing in unison. Before he could turn his head, there was a sudden deafening "pfft pfft pfft!", and the green in front of him was swept away.
The green tide that he had thought would never stop was forcibly torn apart!
Who did this!
General Tom Seamus suddenly turned his head. He saw something he had never seen before — at least a hundred palms of arcane energy floated in the air!
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