Noxus could clearly feel the sword in his hand trembling from his rage. The blood-stained blade that he hadn't even had time to wipe off glowed with his will.
Was it his determination to defend the human world?
Was it his unwillingness to accept the shackles of the nobles?
Was it his resistance against his impending fate?
Noxus himself wasn't sure, but he knew that the unyielding soul burning within his body was telling him that he and his subordinates needed to drink the blood of the orcs.
Duque smiled as he watched Noxus lead the Gryphon Legion to charge at the orc survivors who were frantically climbing up the river bank.
No one could swim with hammers and axes that weighed dozens of kilograms.
Although the orcs were strong, they had been ambushed and had lost their weapons. How could they gain the upper hand against the fully armed Gryphon Legion?
They continued to roar, launching fierce attacks at the human warriors even though they were bare-handed. It was a pity that they lacked the heavy hammers and axes that could easily shatter shields. Their attacks weren't much stronger than the wild beasts in the forest.
Shield attacks! Mass stabs of swords and spears!
Every five or six warriors formed a small battle group, and they efficiently harvested the lives of the Orc warriors.
Bolvar's cavalry, who had just joined the battle, did the most damage. They charged downstream at high speed and wantonly killed the orcs on the river bank.
A little upstream from where the orcs had crossed the river, the fire was almost unable to spread in the wet forest. Suddenly, there was a shocking tremor, and many large trees were easily felled.
Surrounded by a group of extremely strong orcs, the tribe's chief, Blackhand, the Destroyer, arrived at the river bank. When the last tree blocking his line of sight was felled by his personal guards, the tragic state of the tribe was reflected in the chief's eyes.
Tragic!
Too tragic!
Thousands of tribal warriors fell by the side of this unknown river forever. Many of them had been pierced to death by the large number of sharp wooden stakes that had rushed down from the river. A small number had drowned, but most had been shot to death by javelins or surrounded by the human soldiers on the other side of the river.
On the other side of the river, the one-sided slaughter continued.
The surging waves that were dozens of meters wide prevented Blackhand from sending reinforcements.
"Roar!" Black Hand let out a furious roar from the other side of the river. Apart from that, he was completely powerless. He could only watch as the Orcs on the other side of the river continued to fight fervently, but they were still being slaughtered helplessly.
There was a striking similarity in history.
The two men who were destined to become mortal enemies — the future Azeroth Lion Anduin Lothar and the current deputy of the Great Chieftain, Orgrim Doomhammer. Their gazes met in the void across the entire river.
This was a very mysterious feeling. It was a premonition that only one of them could survive. It was hard to describe.
Of course, for Blackhand, who was standing beside Orgrim, it felt like Andoine was looking at him at this moment.
Blackhand let out a deafening roar when he saw Andoine stepping on the back of an orc who was struggling.
"Puny humans! If you still dare to kill orc warriors, I will cut off your head and use it as a urinal!! "
Of course, Blackhand was shouting in orc language.
It did not hinder Lothar and the Gryphon Legion soldiers who were across the river from him. All of a sudden, hundreds of people looked at Lothar.
Lothar wiped his bloodied face with his left hand and grinned at Blackhand. Anyone could tell that it was a sarcastic smile.
In the next second, he grabbed the struggling orc's head with one hand and cut its throat with the sharp sword. Then, he swung the sword back and forth forcefully to cut off the orc's head.
Lothar raised the bloody and ferocious-looking orc's severed head high in his left hand, and roared back at Lothar in a loud voice.
"Go to hell, orcs! Long live the King of Wrynn! Long live the Stormwind! Long live the humans! "
Almost all the human soldiers were imitating Lothar. They either raised the severed head in their hands or raised their swords that were stained with blood. All of a sudden, the side of the river became hell for the orcs and heaven for the human soldiers!
"Go to hell, orcs! Long live the King of Wrynn! Long live the Stormwind! Long live the humans! "
With lofty sentiments and a spirit that could swallow mountains and rivers, the angry roars of the humans that rejected the invaders soared into the sky.
After the orderly shouting, there were all kinds of sarcasm and laughter.
"Hahaha! Go to hell, green-skinned monsters! "
"I'll kill every one that comes!"
"We're not afraid of you, you brute!"
The provocation of the humans was beyond words.
The great chief, Blackhand's green face … was very dark. The huge warhammer smashed into a tree next to him. The huge force smashed the entire trunk into pieces, and the broken pieces even injured the orcs next to it.
However, he really could not do anything.
On the shore, Duque did not attack again. His magic power was almost exhausted. Although the Arcane Fire Circuit was still continuously providing him with magic power, he could clearly feel his spiritual power weakening.
Today, he had done very well.
Even though the total combat power of the orc army was still strong, he knew that he had done the best he could.
In the dark, the long river of fate suddenly lit up with a little light.
That light was so weak compared to the entire long river that it was not even considered bright in the light of fate of the billions of creatures in the entire Azeroth.
But after all, Duque had cast a new fire seed of fate on this land that was about to fall into the dark rule of the orcs.
Perhaps this fire seed would be extinguished.
Perhaps at the right time, the fire of hope would extend out from this fire seed and burn all the claws of the demons.
No matter what, this was the first time that Duque had tried to change the flow of fate.
It seemed that it was quite successful.
In this battle, Stormwind lost.
Whether it was in terms of tactics or strategy, the defending army led by Lothar was a failure.
A total of three thousand elite soldiers of the Gryphon Legion and the same number of garrison troops were forever sleeping at the pass of the Red Ridge Mountain. And their failure also caused Stormwind to be strategically passive — there was no place to defend.
In this life, the water of the Stone Tablet Lake benefited more than in the game. Duque played with fire and water at the same time. But this still could not reduce the orcs' advantage in combat.
After a short loss, Gul 'dan sent out more tribes to invade the Elven Forest from multiple fronts. Their attacks were definitely faster and fiercer than what Duque knew in the "history".
But that was not something that Duque could control.
The soldiers of the Gryphon Legion returned to Stormwind City after a few days.
In this era, people had a very direct way of expressing their feelings towards the returning army.
People would not be stingy with their praise and enthusiasm for the victorious army.
As for the defeated dogs, people would give them the cruelest of curses.
They should have cursed and mocked them.
But towards the Gryphon Legion, their expressions were very complicated.
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