Chapter 79 Heaven to the Left, Warriors to the Right (Part 2)

The orcs who rushed to the forefront paid the price of their lives as a matter of course. But they used their bodies and lives to destroy more than 30% of the spears.

As for the second wave of orcs who rushed in front of the human phalanx, many of them were already able to fight with the sword and shield soldiers in the front row.

"boom!"

Even though the soldiers of the Griffon Legion have experienced the training of Naga instructors, in actual combat, the heavy hammer of the orcs still split the jaws of many soldiers instantly.

The warrior who had undergone rigorous training quickly stabbed out the long sword in his hand when the old strength of the orc was exhausted and the new strength was not born.

They succeeded and they failed.

They did kill the second wave of orcs, but they were approached by the third wave of orcs. Some of the berserk orcs threw their super heavy hammers weighing more than a hundred catties, and some even crashed into the phalanx of human warriors.

The kind of heavy blow that is comparable to the impact of a rhinoceros often requires more than three fighters to stack their shields together to withstand it.

In front of the neat human phalanx, there are many depressions.

Once caught in a fight, the difference in individual combat power immediately becomes apparent.

Even against an elite like the Griffin Legion, the orc warriors can still achieve a one-to-three battle loss ratio. This is also thanks to the poor armor of the orcs. These green-skinned orcs often only have less than 30% of their body surface area covered with armor, and it is relatively easy to pierce leather armor.

Once stabbed in the heart and other vital points, the orcs will also be finished.

It's just that the tenacious vitality of the orcs allowed them to fight for a period of time after being fatally wounded, before collapsing to the ground and dying.

Anduin Lothar wields an epee and fights at the forefront. He may already be the most eye-catching existence in the human camp.

A two-handed sword is almost used by him as a one-handed sword, and his solid and unassuming swordsmanship allows him to finish the enemy on the opposite side in the simplest and quickest way. In front of him, there were no less than twenty orc corpses lying down.

The commander should have been in charge of the central army. But at a time when this tactic was meaningless and courage was needed even more, he came to the forefront.

A solid mainstay can give soldiers more confidence.

On a nearby mountain, General Seamus made the same choice as Lothar.

Unfortunately, the strength gap between the two sides is too great.

Whether it is in terms of military strength or individual combat power. Whenever Lothar cuts down the front orc, the impatient orcs behind will immediately fill up, roaring and launching a rough and powerful attack.

Less than half an hour after the war started, Lothar firmly believed that he had caused no less than 1,000 casualties to the orcs. However, this number of casualties was a drop in the bucket in front of the orcs all over the mountains and plains, and it was not a big deal at all.

Lothar was still able to fight. He brandished a big sword and stabbed, hacked, and chopped all the hideous orcs to death. But he clearly felt that the number of soldiers around him was rapidly decreasing.

The originally thick phalanx had become thinner, and Lothar didn't even need to look back to see what had become the depth behind.

It was a three-row horizontal array arranged along the mountainside.

Behind the horizontal formation, there are a large number of wounded who cannot move or are inconvenient to move.

To make matters worse, many orcs that had never been seen appeared on the opposite side. Slightly smaller than their kin, these orcs wear loose robes and carry staffs. Then after a few seconds of nerdy spells, one of the Griffin Legionnaires goes berserk. Or rush out of the formation regardless of everything, kill the orcs, and be swallowed up quickly. Or worse, slashing the big sword at Pao Ze who had been fighting side by side just now.

Anduin knew that the collapse of the battle line would take place within two or three minutes.

"Commander! The Duke of Fortagan sent an order, you can withdraw!" The voice of the orderly suddenly sounded behind Lothar.

"Withdraw? How do you ask me to withdraw?"

Looking at the orcs who were still walking like flying over the mountains, Lothar knew that if they didn't suppress the offensive momentum of the orcs, what awaited them would be a faster and more disastrous failure.

Lothar turned his head sideways and saw that on the nearby mountain, General Seamus's troops had not been defeated either, but the losses were a little more severe than his side, and now there were only two rows left.

Lothar didn't know that at this time, more than a dozen guys dressed as noble private soldiers touched the empty mountain.

They got off their horses quickly, and then unloaded all the things on the pack horses around them.

While this was going on, a warrior in the armor of the Stormwind Kingdom, whose coat of arms had been wiped off, could hardly resist drawing his sword and rushing down to help.

But he was stopped.

"Could you help by going down alone, Reggie."

The one called Reggie is naturally Reginald Windsor, the future Marshal!

Wen De Sole gritted his teeth: "Don't I do nothing?"

Duke smiled, held up three fingers, and curled one finger after each paragraph.

"First of all, don't forget that you are already my follower."

"Second, that's why I'm here."

"Third, I don't know how to clone. At most, I can destroy the opponent's arrogance. I can't cover two troops at the same time. I want you and Makaro to cover General Tom Seamus on the mountain. People like this don't deserve to die." In this place."

"Okay!" Windsor beckoned, and saw more people dressed as private soldiers groping into the previously empty hilltop bunker.

Looking at the battle situation down the mountain, Duke suddenly sighed.

"Heaven goes to the left, warriors go to the right... Why did I feel so heavy when I personally realized this sentence."

The fighters of Lothar and the Griffin Legion are great, and it is this great brilliance that makes Duke unable to bear to see the entire Griffin Legion collapse here.

General Seamus was at the end of his strength, his left arm was drooping, and the orc warrior's fierce blows dislocated his entire left arm, and it hurt to move even a little. A rough spear had pierced through his right leg, and although the bone was not broken, blood was oozing from it.

He was so tired that he hardly wanted to move a finger.

He was dirty, his blond hair covered in dark red mud. That's not mud, that's dried flesh, from orcs, and from robes. His guards helped him block the hammer, and he saw with his own eyes that the young man's ribs pierced through the gaps in the iron armor and protruded.

Since receiving Lothar's order, he has always thought that he would die here.

Suddenly, he heard a strange whistling sound.

The screaming sound, similar to a volley of bows and arrows, was more frightening than a volley of ten archers. Before I had time to turn around, there was a sudden "Puff Puff Puff!" sound of drumming eardrums, and the green in front of my eyes was swept away.

The green frenzy that I thought would never stop just now was torn apart abruptly!

Who did it!

General Tom Seamus suddenly looked back, and he saw a vision that he had never seen before—at least a hundred palms powered by arcane energy, floating in the void!