Infinite Heroes Seat

Hillsbrad hills, the earth was red with blood.

The knights of the silver hand gleamed with dazzling light. Under the leadership of the Duke of Lothar, they crazily chiseled and dressed in the formation of the orcs, and the snow-white horseshoes set off a **** rain again and again.

Orc chief Orgrim, the hammer of destruction, was like crazy, wielding a warhammer and led the orc patriarchs to wreak havoc among the soldiers of the alliance. Wherever he passed, corpses spread across the field and blood flowed into rivers.

The flames of the high elves poured on the heads of the orc warlocks, and they continued to harvest the opponent's life like a cannon.

The dying warlocks drew the final madness, and the hellfires burned green flames across the sky and descended on the battlefield like the doomsday.

Killing, death, green flames, ruthless swords, struggling, wailing, the last wailing of life, on the Hillsbrad hills, the tribe and the alliance forces are intertwined, every moment someone falls, every moment Every moment someone closes their eyes forever.

Grinding the flesh and blood of both sides, but the battle situation is gradually beginning to tilt towards the alliance side.

The light of the newly built Knights of the Silver Hand is extremely powerful. They are rampaging on the battlefield like the strongest tanks. Although from time to time, knights are thrown off the horse by the orc warriors and beheaded on the spot, but they stubbornly kill the orcs. The defensive line was divided little by little, and the soldiers began to surround the orcs' army.

However, the warlocks, whom the orcs used to rely heavily on in the past, were devastated. Under the joint hands of the mages of the human and the elves, they were suppressed so that they could not raise their heads, whether it was them or they were summoned. The devil was washed with blood. It is impossible to provide any remote assistance to the orcs, allowing the elf marchers to reap the orcs' heads wantonly.

Although a few warlocks finally summoned a few hellfires. It made the battle situation a little messy, but under the siege of the human race fighters, it couldn't turn a lot of wind and waves. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that if the orcs don't make changes, defeat is doomed.

A hammer smashed the human warriors around him. Orgrim Doomhammer, the warchief of the orc tribe, looked at the falling orc warriors around him, gritted his teeth, raised his head and let out a loud roar, that It's the signal they agreed upon before.

At the same time, Gul'dan, the leader of the orc warlock, who was awkwardly avoiding the attacks of the elves at the top of the hill, had a bright eye. It turned its head and glanced at the battle at the foot of the mountain, with a slight thought in its heart.

Although it doesn't love its own race very much, it just wants to pursue a powerful force, but now it seems that the orcs still have some use to it, and they can't be let down in this way.

Taking his attention in his heart, Gul'dan immediately winked at an orc warlock beside him, who suddenly realized that he took out a flare-like thing from his arms and shot it into the sky. After a while, half of the sky was dyed green by a sudden burst of green light.

Looking at this dazzling green light, Orgrim and Gul'dan who were in two places on the battlefield breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and they smiled faintly when they looked at the human warriors around them.

Ten minutes later, the outermost part of the battlefield. The human warriors who were gradually surrounding the orcs were taken aback. The ground under their feet seemed to tremble, and there seemed to be a roar in the distance. Many people turned their heads subconsciously, but were stunned by what they saw.

Troops on both sides of the battlefield were killed at the same time.

The troops on the east are a group of cavalry. The knights with their faces shrouded in dark shadows rode on tall war horses and rushed incessantly. The eyes of both the knight and the horse were glowing with blue gloom, and the whole body was exuding icy death, like the most terrifying nightmare in the human brain.

The troops on the west side are tall monsters, carrying huge sticks, salivating in their mouths, and looking at the Terran warriors with naked eyes, their huge size makes the whole earth tremble under their feet.

"Death knight!"

"Ogre!"

Seeing the two teams approaching constantly, the human front began a commotion. Many people exclaimed, and the fighting spirit in their eyes began to shake. After all, no matter the undead or the cannibal monster, it is nothing to think about. The opponents to face, fight the orcs, and die if they die, but fight the undead and the ogres, I am afraid that they will not be peaceful after death.

The abnormal movement on the battlefield was quickly noticed by the human commander. After piercing the orc's defense line once again, Lothar began to lead the knights slowly out of the center of the battlefield.

"These **** bastards!" Looking at the death knights running not far away, the old man with white hair and beard almost burst out of anger. Although he didn't see the opponent's face clearly, he was sure that those were all. It was his Tongze when he was in Stormwind, these orcs and beasts, they actually played with the remains of the dead and defiled their glory!

Taking a deep breath, Lothar said to Turalyon next to him: "Turalyon, you go send a signal to let the dwarf gryphon rider take action, intercept the ogres, and then the others will come with me. Destroy these death knights!"

"Okay!" Turalyon nodded in response, said something through the magic device on his body, then took a look at the battle behind him, and hesitated: "Then what about these orcs, just let them go? "

Without the impact of the Knights, the orcs on the battlefield may soon gather together. At that time, with the tyrannical combat power of the orcs, it would be difficult to destroy them.

Lothar sighed when he heard the words, and said helplessly: "This is no way. If these undead knights and ogres are allowed to attack the front, I am afraid it is not that we can't let the orcs let go, but the orcs won't let us go. It’s a pity that they will be considered dead this time!"

Unexpectedly, Turalyon looked a little weird. He didn't know what he was thinking, glanced in one direction, and then whispered: "But Commander-in-Chief, we seem to have an army to use, as long as they can stop one of them. If the team is a while, we may be able to wipe out these orcs this time!"

Lothar was taken aback for a moment, then followed Turalyon’s gaze, but then he laughed and said, “Aren’t you talking about those elf knights? Those who live on either side can't let our allies sacrifice in vain!"

"But--!"

Turalyon was in a hurry when he saw this. Perhaps this young Paladin was born as the commander in command. He was far more careful than his nominal commander at this time. He was also distracted during the battle just now. In many cases, those elf knights did not seem to be as weak as imagined. On the contrary, these elf knights were actually stronger and a bit more powerful. They were responsible for guarding the long-range units of the Alliance, almost cutting melons and vegetables, and knocked them down. The orcs in front of them and the knights of the Silver Hand were not much different, far more powerful than ordinary human warriors.

It is a pity that now the remaining time has not allowed him to slowly explain to Lothar, only to see the latter waved his hand, directly interrupted Turalyon.

"It's nothing, Turalyon, you may have your reasons, but you have to know that the greatest role the elves do to us is to support us remotely. I don't want to cause any problems between us because of the loss of their fighters. Not happy, we still need their magic power."

Taking a deep breath, Lothar's Jianfeng pointed forward sharply and said loudly, "Now let us send our former comrades-in-arms to liberation!"

Seeing Lothar who was rushing towards the death knight first, Turalyon could only shake his head and smile bitterly, and rushed up along with him.

Soon the battle situation changed again.

The Knights of the Silver Hand rushed to the death knights. The two cavalry that looked like natural enemies collided. The light and death reacted in a chemical way. They made a blast, and then one after another knights. After falling from the horse, in a short period of time, the Silver Hand experienced greater losses than before, but under the leadership of Lothar, Turalyon, and another leader, Uther, they will still die. The knight stayed in place, preventing them from impacting the battlefield of the human race.

On the other side, shortly after receiving the message from Turalyon, there was a burst of crisp eagles from the rear of the Alliance. Giant griffin-like birds flew from a distance, and their wings covered like dark clouds. Dwarf warriors who live in the sky with their hands dancing warhammers on them.

As soon as these Griffin Riders arrived on the battlefield, they attacked the ogre troops. They saw these birds of prey constantly swooping down from the air, and the gleaming sharp claws directly grabbed towards the ogre’s face door. The dwarf warriors on their backs were very brave. The giant hammers in their hands carried the power of lightning, which almost turned the ogres into coke, and even more sturdy, they gave them food with one hammer. The head of the human demon was opened ~www.readwn.com~ which made these inflexible ogres suffer almost from the beginning.

It’s just that this kind of race with brute force above the orcs is so easy to deal with. The blood-stimulated ogres almost went mad, and saw the giant sticks in their hands constantly wielding, hitting the griffon feathers. Splashing, wailing, and even more, even reaching out to catch the gryphons that flew over. Many griffins were caught off guard by the ogres, and the dwarf warriors on their backs were furious. The ogre tore to pieces.

For a while, the roar of the ogre and the cry of the griffon were intertwined, but the entire ogre team also stopped under the resistance of the griffon warriors, and could no longer influence the situation of the battle.

At this time, without the intervention of the Silver Hand, the orcs on the battlefield gradually gathered under the command of Orgrim and several orc patriarchs, stabilized their formation, and began to calmly deal with the siege of the human race. , Although the attacks from the elves still brought them considerable losses, the remaining human warriors seemed unable to stop the strong orc warriors anymore. (To be continued...)

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