Azeroth’s Death Track

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When did the war begin?

Is it a warning from the first orc scout who fell down by a sneak attack?

Or stepped into the orc camp from the first league assassin?

In short, it was like a flame thrown into the dry wood. Unexpectedly and reasonable, the encounter turned into a small-scale confrontation. The confrontation brought irresistible fighting and mutual reinforcement until the end. , The two beasts waiting for their opponents to reveal flaws, under the provocation of blood, their fangs were almost revealed at the same time.

"Boom"

The artillery on the Alliance side roared. These siege weapons made by the dwarves and gnomes were placed on the hillsides of the hills. There were also some guns that were removed from the retreated warships. The cannonball, like a roar of death from the sky, smashed into the dense formation of the orcs, torn apart the bodies of a few unlucky eggs while bouncing on the ground, and finally the destructive explosion of gunpowder.

"boom"

In the midday sun, fragments of steel flew everywhere, tearing the enemy and the unlucky self into pieces.

On the other side, the orc warriors suffered such a terrible attack. Their ballistas were not as terrifying as the artillery’s damage, and as soon as the ballista positions appeared, they would be destroyed by the flying griffon knights flying in the sky.

But they were not in a hurry. These warriors, who never feared death, poured the anger brought by thunder's humiliation into their bodies, and in a more frantic gesture, in face-to-face melee, with weapons in their hands, It hurts these weak human beings.

"Report! The troops of Dunhold Castle have suffered too many casualties and have withdrawn from the front."

"The Gilneas Brigade is all gone!"

"No. 3 artillery position was destroyed!"

Within 10 minutes of the war, the coalition forces forced to withdraw from the battlefield reached five. All three troops were completely destroyed. The front line was frantically advanced by the orcs. In the face-to-face confrontation, the shield wall composed of human soldiers was completely blocked. Can't stop the orcs' raging.

"It's all bad news! Damn bad news!"

Field Marshal Rosa was riding on his battle horse. He stood on the hills of the rear front, holding a telescope in his hand, and carefully observing the battlefield. From his position, he could clearly see that the original human front has now become the front. Hounds-tooths are staggered. In addition to the most brave Arathi warriors, the troops from the Kingdom of Gilneas have retreated nearly 1 km in the flanking position.

Almost defeated!

The troops of the "Defender" Alterac Kingdom were reimbursed early.

To make matters worse, the commander of the orc seized the weakness of human frontal battlefields, like a sharp knife cutting meat, advancing continuously, even if it was introduced into the valley and was hit by heavy artillery from both sides, they still did not Collapsing.

On the battlefield, shouting killing sounds, the pungent smell of blood makes everyone entering this flesh mill feel dizzy, they have lost their self-judgment, and can only instinctively follow the companions, desperately cut off the opponent's Head, or be cut off by the opponent.

The madness of the orc's fighting will has shocked Marshal Lothar and other generals who have fought all their lives.

"Fighting directly, the quality of the individual soldiers of humans and orcs is too poor, and the infantry can't stop them..."

King Dailin stood beside Marshal Lothar. He put down the telescope in his hand and pressed his finger against the hilt. He said softly:

"Marshal, it's time to dispatch the knight!"

"Wait a moment!"

Every bad news from the front line made the old marshal's fingers tighter. He is a general who cherishes the life of soldiers. It is for this reason that he can be unanimously recognized by the Union soldiers, but as a soldier, he also desires victory. Even if the victory is built on the cost of the total destruction of the infantry troops.

"The orcs on the left rushed too hard..."

Three minutes later, a bit of murderous intention flashed in the eyes of the old marshal: "Let's teach Orgrim, what is division annihilation!"

"Storm Knights!"

"The Knights of Kul Tiras!"

Lothar's command sounded at this moment: "I order you to rush into the battlefield from the left wing and cut the left orc vanguard and their rear legion!"

"Observe!"

"Observe!"

Dylan the King of Kul Tiras, and the royal nobility of Stormwind City, the knight leader Duke of Beval Futagan immediately turned their horses and rushed into their respective knights, and Marshal Lothar’s order was not finished, just like Waiting for the opportunity to release the sharp blade, this blow must make the opponent bleed!

"The Royal Knights of Lordaeron! Ready to rush into the cut orc army... this time, cut off Orgrim's arm!"

"Observe!"

The head of the Royal Knights of Lordaeron, Uther the Paladin shouted, turned and rushed into his heavy knights.

A moment later, in the cheers of the human infantry, the two knights that made the earth tremble from the left wing like two sharp knives, rushed into the battlefield of the left wing of the orc army with an unshakable momentum. After breaking the orc formation into a line, the surrounding human infantry swarmed up and blocked the orc's assault with a shield.

In the resistance irrespective of casualties and blood, he used the flesh and blood to completely separate the orc from the left wing into the human front and the orc army behind.

The divided orcs are still fighting, and they are in a frantic death battle. They didn’t even notice the traps against them. The knights put their black lances on the warhorse, the flag of Lordaeron fluttered on the battlefield, where the heavy cavalry went, and the blood and stumps of the orcs almost covered the hilly land.

This precise and fierce counterattack is like a sharp blade falling from the sky, with the blood of the orc, making the whole battlefield cheer and thunder, and the human side is greatly invigorated.

"Great Chief!!"

The blood-stained old sword Saint Dahl rushed into the orc's headquarters. The clan wolf wailed and almost flew his master out. The old sword Saint grabbed Orgrim's arm. , He shouted loudly:

"Get out of the reserve team! Our left wing... is going to be eaten!"

"No!"

The muscles of Orgrim's arm are stretched, showing his bad mood at this time...

The orcs who drank the blood of the devil are unreasonable, but once these guys are in a frantic state, they are easy to lose their minds. Just like now, the tens of thousands of orcs on the left look at the advantage and madly slaughter humans, but this point It was used by the cunning Losa and led them into a deadly trap.

The human heavy cavalry has rushed into the battlefield, and these orcs fighting each other will soon be washed down, and then divided and slaughtered by the human infantry watching around.

But the problem is... can't save!

"Going to rescue them will affect other fronts! Losing the left will cost us a lot, but the adventure rescue will affect other clans. Once Luosha seizes the opportunity, we are finished... Dar! Don't forget! Their strength ratio We are much more! They can afford it, we can't..."

Orgrim narrowed his eyes and stared at the other side of the battlefield several kilometers wide in front of him. He knew that the commander of the human who had fought was waiting for him to give orders, and then from there he found the one that dragged the tribe down. Opportunity, he will not give Lothar this opportunity.

The chieftain gritted his teeth and shouted:

"Let the warriors on the left pull the knights of humanity! I will personally take Kukaron and defeat the humans from the right...I don’t believe that they can still have three knights in their hands!!"

"Kukaron! Ready to fight!"

The chieftain raised his black warhammer and shouted. Behind him, the heavily armed chief guard made a roar in unison, and the momentum of the roar made the morale of the entire orc side rise again.

"Let the war shamans go! The middle road is against the human counterattack!"

"Dal! Bring your sword saints, come with me! I want to let old man Lothar know...what is unsharp! What is ruined!"

"Roar!"

At the same time that the orc chieftain rushed into the battlefield with his elite guard from the right wing, his face was covered with oil paint, and he held a warhammer and a staff, dressed in weird orc war shamans, surrounded by orc warriors. On the front line.

In the ancient Draenor, the roar of the elements of the world has dissipated, and the shaman is gradually withering away. However, after coming to Azeroth, the active natural elements of this world have made these ancient heritages once again emit a sharp edge.

The war shamans waved their weapons, and as they roared the ancient war song, layers of blood-red auras rumbled from their weapons, just like the real blood awakened, as long as they were enveloped by these blood-colored auras The orc warrior is like the crazy power that has stirred the deepest part of the body.

"Roar!"

"Human! Dead!!"

Their already exaggerated muscles swelled again at this moment, their grim faces were even crazier at this moment, their blood-red eyes seemed to burn a substantial flame, and worse still...these orcs Whether it is an attack or a defense, it is all under this aura, and it becomes more terrible.

War Magic-Bloodthirsty!

This is the most terrible card that the ancient orc elemental beliefs bring to the orcs. In the form of magic, the orc’s power, speed, and destructive power are increased by at least one third.

"boom"

From the point of view of Marshal Lothar, the battlefield in the middle road is like a dam smashed in the green waves. In the offensive of the crazy orcs, the original head-to-head battle was broken instantly, and the orc in the middle road was like a sharp one. The sharp knife stabbed fiercely into the heart of the Human Front.

What's more terrible is that at the same time when the middle road was broken, on the right wing of the battlefield, an elite army joined the battlefield, and the orc chieftain's battle flag flew, just like the invisible blessing of the bloodthirsty aura, that battle flag Wherever he went, the crazy orcs became more irrational, and they followed the battle banner, bravely making people point out!

"Orc Shaman! And Orgrim!"

The old marshal snapped out the epee behind him, shouting toward the old mage with white hair and beard and a black pointed cap, holding an ice crystal staff in his hand:

"Master Antonidas! Please come to you in the middle!"

The old mage nodded, and the light of the broken space shone on his body. At the next moment, a super teleportation appeared behind the collapsing human front.

At the same time, the old marshal turned his horse and held a long sword in his hand. He shouted loudly:

"Warriors! The orcs' chief has entered the battlefield... Follow me to kill him! Let's put an end to it all!"

"The descendants of Thoradin...follow me!"

"Roar"

The golden marshal flag of Lothar was raised, and along the hillside of command, the last human reserve team was also thrown into the battlefield, just like a golden arrow, with the target pointing directly to the right wing of the battlefield to be broken through.

At this time, all the cards from both sides were played, conspiracy and trickery, all the planning has lost its effect, and then, it is time for the sword to sound.

"Om"

At the back of the frontal position of humans, when the space was broken, a whole group of Dalaran mages wearing neat robes and holding a staff appeared. Under the leadership of the three mages of Dalaran, the terrifying magic waves flew behind. After only 10 seconds, the sky above the orc's head was torn apart by the magic of rolling.

The four meteorites that burned with fire were pulled from the sky by the mages. For a time, human strategic magic made the sky's sun lose its due light.

Beneath the meteorite, there are icy, blizzards like natural disasters. The ice cones and blizzards created by the magic force will rapidly reduce the temperature of the battlefield, slowing down or even freezing the orc warriors' charge.

Under the two-pronged offensive of the ice and fire, the orc unit that was driven by the long drive was dragged on the battlefield.

Under the leadership of the commanders, the human soldiers retreated back and forth. In front of them, the super-large imprisonment field composed of arcane magic fell from the sky, letting the craziest orc warriors blessed by bloodthirsty magic, hard All of them became a funny slow motion, and they could only stay where they were and withstand the magic harvest from the sky.

In a world dominated by magical civilization, the number of mages is scarce, but once they unite together, turning around the decline of a battlefield is only momentary.

"boom"

On the right wing of the battlefield, the weapons of Chief Chief Orgrim and the veteran Marshal Lothar collided wildly. Two powerful fighters fought between the leaders on this battlefield, and no soldier dared to rush into their battle circle. In the duel of a soldier with full combat power, even watching is a very deadly activity.

Awakened the top fighters controlled by anger, their weapons don't even need to touch the enemy's body, they can bring up a destructive offensive, just like two storms of anger.

"The human mage appears!"

The flaming sword saint dal who has been waiting for opportunities. The triple blood blade gleamed with his eyes, following his movements, and more than 40 flaming sword saints who slaughtered human soldiers behind him almost disappeared in the air. .

The orc juggernaut who has entered the state of blasting is simply the most terrifying assassin. As long as the sword is released, he will definitely see blood!

On the other side, Talon. Blood Demon and his Death Knights have entered a state of war as soon as they felt a huge amount of magic fluctuations. After receiving the order, the heavy scepter in Talon's hand waved forward , The evil rune attached to it was activated, just an instant, around the battlefield where 300 death knights stood, those corpses that were hacked to death.

Both the orcs and humans were temporarily awakened under the magic magic of the warlock, holding the weapon in hand, just like the black corpse tide, and behind the charging death knight, a complete death was rolled up. offensive.

"Come with me... the dead knights."

"The lives of those mages...it's ours!"

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