A green crowd quickly spread across the dark ground.
Even though the stern faces of the Lordaeron soldiers standing in the front row seemed to lack the emotions of the living, they were indifferent, calm, and unhurried. In fact, the mercury-like sheen flowing on their hands betrayed them. It was cold sweat!
"Hold on! Hold on! You can definitely hold on!" The empty slogans of the front-line commanders could not give them more courage.
The only thing they knew was that they were safe until the forest of spears collapsed.
"Throw axes!" Orgrim ordered again.
The whistling axes caused a large amount of killing in the neat formation of human spears and shields.
Almost instantly, the neat shield formation was like a sand castle eroded by the sea, and was immediately riddled with holes. There was no time to fill the gap, and the crooked charging line of thousands of orcs had already chopped into the Lordaeron army like a giant axe.
When the brave orc warriors collided with the panicked human warriors.
The entire front line suddenly erupted with the loudest sound since the war began.
Heart-wrenching shouts, desperate and painful wails, the sound of heavy weapons colliding with metal shields, and the sound of spear tips piercing into flesh and blood, all burst out.
What made Mograine furious was that his lucky shield formation collapsed at a high speed like dominoes. The orcs' vanguard did not stop at all, as if they had just passed by, and easily broke through the entire front formation.
It wasn't that there were no human soldiers who survived the first wave of attack, but the orcs didn't even give them a second blow. They simply knocked them to the ground and then the entire army stepped on them, trampling them to death.
The bowling-like scene quickly returned to normal, still showing the green tide. All the silver in the front completely lost its color in just a few minutes and was swallowed up by the surging green.
Mograine knew that he had made a mistake and should have stopped earlier and then moved forward slowly.
Not only him, but the entire alliance from top to bottom became lax because of the winning atmosphere, thinking that the Hordes were just lambs to be slaughtered.
However, it can still be saved, and losing 20,000 former troops is not the end of the world.
"Call for magic strikes, and at the same time, the FFF regiment will take over. We must first defeat the orcs' spearhead troops." Mograine's order echoed in the magic communication network.
"No! Mograine! That's an ogre army strengthened by the Altar of Storms! The magic isn't effective!" Duke finally couldn't help but interrupt in the communication network.
Suddenly, Terenas' voice appeared: "Shut up, Duke! When we had the meeting, we agreed that the center and front armies would be commanded by Mograine."
Obviously, Terenas was also anxious.
"Idiot, you don't trust mages in matters of magic, but trust a commander who was born a knight." Magni Bronzebeard spat fiercely when he heard the message.
Duke sighed and said, "No, it's Terenas who is crazy about becoming Emperor Thoradin."
After Duke told the truth, Magni was silent for a few seconds, and suddenly said: "Duke, why don't we form an alliance in the southern continent later."
Duke smiled and said, "It doesn't have to be that complicated. But I don't mind building an underground high-speed railway between Stormwind and Ironforge. In this way, none of us will be afraid of being besieged again."
"Good idea." Although Magni was a little bothered by Duke's strange refusal, the idea of building an underground railway made his eyes light up.
Yes! If the Alliance of Lordaeron is really that bad, then at worst we dwarves can just stick together with Stormwind.
After experiencing the orc siege, Magni finally gained some enlightenment.
Dwarves and gnomes alone are not enough, and humans are a very necessary supplement, whether as allies or trading partners. There are so many human kingdoms, so of course we choose the most pleasing ones, such as the Stormwind where Duke and Anduin are.
The orcs also formed a triangular assault formation. While the front line of the Alliance had already collapsed, the two wings had not yet connected.
At this time, countless magical lights rose from the alliance's rear formation. This torrential rain composed of magical elements started from the middle of the battlefield, a little bit to the left wing, and swept towards the right wing.
In Mograine's imagination, even if the orc vanguard attacked by magic did not collapse immediately, a huge gap would appear on the battlefield. Even if the central army could not immediately seize this opportunity to turn defeat into victory, it could try to get the FFF regiment's flamethrower team in place.
As long as we hold our ground and advance step by step, it won't be too difficult to win this battle in one fell swoop.
Unexpectedly, the vanguard troops formed by Orgrim were so terrifying.
The pouring magic did not cause too many casualties to them, especially the ogres. When the slightly weaker magic hit them, it would only make the wind shield that seemed to be born on them sway. They shook their bodies and continued to charge with their huge weapons or shields.
Although the orcs' attack was disorganized, it was effective because they had completely overwhelmed the Alliance in momentum.
And they are not afraid of death.
"Breath fire! Breath fire! Burn these greenskins to death!"
The problem of the front-line commander's lack of experience was infinitely magnified at this moment.
Mograine didn't realize that Orgrim's guards were so fierce, but he had already discovered that the vanguard was the orcs of the Blackrock Clan, so he ordered them to throw spears. But the commander of the group of ignorant nobles ordered them to breathe fire.
Long tongues of fire crossed the sky for dozens of meters, drawing dazzling long snakes of fire.
However, this is of no use.
The orcs of the Blackrock Clan are naturally resistant to fire.
In the eyes of the people of Lordaeron, these Blackrock orcs became the most terrifying fire demons, because these rough and violent orcs actually rushed over with their bodies covered in flames and weapons in hand.
I thought they would fall down and die after struggling for a few meters, just like ordinary people who were burned by fire.
Twenty meters passed.
Even after they rushed to the front of the central army's shield formation, screaming wildly, they were not burned to death.
"We can't win! We can't possibly defeat these fire orcs!"
A soldier abandons his duty.
More soldiers dropped their spears.
However, they were dismayed to find that their commander had fled the battle line earlier than they did.
The alliance's central army also began to collapse.
Rexxar wielded his two axes and fought with his pet. Looking at the crumbling Alliance front, he seemed to feel his beating heart pumping out the blood of victory. This premonition was so overwhelming that he turned his head to look at Zuluhed not far away and easily saw the same color in the other's eyes.
The orcs might actually win!