The Horde was weakened.
As the one with the most experience fighting the Horde, Lothar is well aware of this.
Although the orc warriors now have better equipment than before, their combat effectiveness is declining. The orcs that Stormwind faced at the beginning were all masters of combat.
Any reckless attack will result in death!
If you are slow to react at any moment, you will die!
Anyone who fails in a contest of strength will die!
According to Duke, they were elite soldiers who had just experienced a war with an unknown race called the Draenei.
Not only does he know how to utilize all of his advantages, his fighting talent is also unparalleled.
Faced with such elite troops, the Stormwind soldiers were often beaten at a casualty ratio of one to ten.
But after the burning of Stormwind City and two landings across the sea, it was difficult for Lothar to see large numbers of orcs of that quality.
Here on the South Flow Coast, Lothar estimated that the casualty ratio had dropped to 1:3 between orcs and humans. This was because the orcs lacked warlock support, while the humans had brought in almost all the mages who could fight.
Now is like a critical point. Whoever can get through it will win.
If the Alliance cannot hold out this time, the orcs will have a large number of elites who have experienced blood and fire. Even a laborer who can only use a wooden hammer will grow into a terrifying killing machine.
In contrast, well-trained Alliance forces, such as the soldiers from Lordaeron and Gilneas, will grow rapidly.
Almost, just a little bit.
But Lothar had already sent out the best troops he could, and the strong men of the Horde were also being dealt with by Uther and the elite Knights of the Silver Hand.
Apart from sending himself up, Lothar was completely helpless.
No wonder Terenas is so anxious!
If King Terenas had not been somewhat sober and realized that sending in cavalry was useless in this situation, he would probably have attacked the remaining knights of his own order in one go.
Suddenly a voice rang out.
"Uh, well, Deputy Commander Edmund sent me a message saying that if the battle situation is unfavorable and we have no way out, we can mobilize the 'Tactical Strike Force FFF Regiment'." The speaker was Duke's butler Makaro.
In terms of military strength, Makaro is a piece of trash.
In terms of ability, he did not have any outstanding qualities, but his tactfulness and diligence made him the most well-known voice under Duke. On many occasions, he was even Duke's full-power agent, and his every word and action represented Duke's attitude.
His appearance now is undoubtedly a breath of fresh air in the stagnant alliance command.
"What? Duke has another idea!?" King Terenas grabbed Makaro's shoulders in great surprise.
"Well, this is just an experimental weapon. It has not been tested in actual combat, but my Lord said that we can give it a try when necessary." Makaro did not say anything final. Even though Duke's original words were "Send them up to kill everyone when those guys are about to collapse." Makaro still cautiously left room for speaking.
"What is the FFF Group?" Lothar was suspicious. It wasn't that he didn't believe Duke. He just wanted to let Makaro explain it to everyone after he borrowed himself.
"Uh, it seems to be a strange language called Fire, Fire, Fire or something? In common language it means 'fire, fire, fire!'"
Duke's back-up plan was so powerful that Lothar's teeth ached when he heard it.
"Okay, let's stop talking. Just tell me how you want to cooperate. Do you want me to order the crossbows or cannons to be moved?" In the imagination of Lothar and a group of big guys, the thing that can be used as a back-up for a comeback must be something huge and terrifying.
Makaro waved his hand: "No, we have a full set of preparations."
On the beach front, the Alliance was losing ground.
Another line of defense centered around a wooden fence was completely destroyed.
High Lord Mograine killed an orc who tried to sneak attack him with a huge machete. After chopping the guy in half, he quickly took a look at the defense line, immediately grabbed a messenger who was not far from him, and shouted at him: "Form a defense team! Retreat to the sixth fence and regroup!"
The soldier nodded, then raised his bugle and blew two short blasts, then three more long blasts.
After hearing this voice, everyone from the captains of each team to the middle-level officers shouted orders to their own troops, gathered their soldiers, formed small squares and retreated in a staggered manner, while ensuring that the orcs could not catch up with them.
Turning around and running away is courting death. If you are not careful, you will end up in a rout.
No matter how fast a human who is 1.80 meters tall runs, his short legs can never outrun the orcs who are generally more than 2 meters tall.
The Horde tried to break through the retreating formations, but the Alliance soldiers stood together, holding their weapons steady, stabbing at any orcs who approached.
Even when retreating, each team raised their shields and linked them together to ensure that every powerful blow from the orcs was borne by more than three people at the same time.
A small shield wall was moving.
The orcs kept attacking these teams with their sheer numbers, and if they were lucky, they could knock over these warriors. Once they fell, there was basically no chance for them to get up again, as the orcs would definitely rush over to finish them off.
Fortunately, most of the Union soldiers were able to successfully retreat to the next line of defense.
Looking at the sky, Mograine could not hide his sadness.
"This won't work! The entire coastal defense line will collapse before nightfall..." Looking at the sunset, Mograine was worried.
The craftsmen were already frantically adding fences and arranging antlers, but the new defenses were certainly not as solid as the first few old ones. If the Horde's offensive could not be contained before dark and the battle turned into a positional war, then the humans, who were at a disadvantage in terms of individual combat power, would obviously be defeated in a night battle.
At this moment, several dazzling flames appeared from behind Mograine and splashed down in the air in the center of the battlefield.
Obviously, this has nothing to do with magic or the occult.
When Mograine turned around, he saw a group of private soldiers of Edmund Duke of Stormwind Kingdom standing at the next line of defense.
It was a long, brighter light than the magician's flame. Dozens of flames stretched out from the arrow tower, setting half of the battlefield ablaze.
The blinding light of the flames made all other colors on the battlefield seem to dim, even outshining the sunlight that was already beginning to fade.
Fear of fire is the most primitive instinct of almost all land creatures. The fear first came from the fires in the primeval forests billions of years ago. From the moment of forest fires, the fear of fire has been deeply rooted in the genes of land creatures.
the Horde's frenzied attack came to a temporary halt.
Mograine finally had the chance to see the markings on the strange Alliance soldiers. They were three consecutive, identical symbols.