Stormwind God

Unfortunately, Samuro was hit, and six rounds of flares were fired instantly, directly teaching him to be a swordsman who followed him.

[Flares]: General skills for hunters and rangers.

This is not a skill that can release a thief and a swordsman in stealth mode by putting out a glowing light bullet. It has nothing to do with science or physics.

[Illuminating bullet] Contains an extension of the ranger's willpower.

What is twisting the light?

What invisible creatures are venting the air?

Everything, under the flares of the Ranger's will, has become nothing. Therefore, there will always be only one flare for hunters and rangers at the same time.

Now, it is the six top rangers who fire flares at the same time.

If there were two missing, maybe Samuro had a chance to escape. Unfortunately, there are six, all-rounded care, up and down northeast.

Samuro was pictured all at once.

The moment the green burly figure was revealed, Samuro stopped moving. His muscles are still strong and full of strength. His body still looks very strong, but everyone knows his weakness.

He is a hero in the eyes of the tribe, a thorn in the eyes of the Alliance, a nightmare of the kings ...

Unfortunately, all the prestige of Samuro will become history after a while.

"Humph!!"

"Uh!"

The Swordmaster, who had just been returned to the ice cover, sent out the last snoring in his life. In order not to affect the final escape chance of Samuro, who replaced Dal * Triple Bloodblade as the new chief of the Fireblade clan, even if they died, they should try not to interfere with Samuro.

After all, a drop of tears falling from his left eye socket cut Samuro's resolute face.

Without any words, he ignored the six elven ranger heroes around him, and looked up at Duke above the magic tower.

Duke sighed.

He admired Samuro's courage, regardless of the camp, and was simply convinced by Samuro's demeanor.

Unfortunately, admiration is admiration, and understanding is understanding. This does not mean that Duke has to give up the human position and kneel down to lick a tribal hero.

The enemy's hero, my enemy.

Duke also said nothing, and the posture of a knife fell heavily.

"Lok-tar-ogar!"

Don't win or die!

The loud roar is the epitaph of the orc swordsman hero Samuro!

On the other hand, while the city's long-range attack was temporarily suppressed by the trolls and orc swordmaster, Orgrim launched another attack.

More orcs rushed up, and they brutally smashed all the protruding ice spikes with huge warhammers, and then ignored the dwarven griffin knights who often flew through the sky to attack the corpses of the orc companions against the wall A more aggressive attack took place.

Alsace, who had just left the city wall, was surrounded by the guards and returned to the city wall again. Although not the front line, his appearance still greatly inspired the soldiers. Similarly, soldiers from all over Chengli who tied their tie also complemented the line of defense.

"Warlords of Lordaeron, hold up your weapons and make those despicable orcs regret that they dared to attack our homeland."

Not far behind Arthas, he saw Arthas raising his two-handed sword. Duke had a sense of sight when he saw the Lich King who raised [Frostmourne].

Seeing the arrival of Duke Alsace under the reminder of the guard, his face was flushed with excitement and tension: "Vice Commander-in-Chief, Lordaeron needs more reinforcements!"

Duke said gently, "His prince, as you wish."

On the Horde side, Orgrim roared.

"Where is the ogre? Has the ogre arrived yet? How many people are behind us?"

Zuluhed replied: "The ogres are too slow, they are still stuck on the mountain road. You know that no one can better command the fools except the two-headed ogre wizard."

"What about our people?"

"The mountain road is too narrow. We still have at least two clan members behind."

When the tribe calculates the number at the legion level, it usually uses the big clan as a unit, and a clan means 10,000 people.

"Let them hurry."

In order to get the maximum raid effect, Orgrim almost let the striker launch the attack as soon as he got down the mountain. In fact, without Duke, the tribe had already invaded Lordaeron and entered a street fight in the state of a meat grinder.

At this time, three bright red signals flew into the sky.

Orgrim's unpleasant premonition grew stronger.

At the far end of the battlefield, a huge dust appeared suddenly near the lake between Lordaemir and Alterac Mountains.

The sound of horseshoes rushing into the clouds shook the entire battlefield.

Seriously, because of the terrain, the tribe didn't have many opportunities to fight human cavalry. This does not mean that Orgrim didn't know how terrible the cavalry was.

In the first battles in the Elven Forest, the tribal warriors also encountered cavalry. The size of the cavalry was not large. In the eyes of Orgrim at the time, this was the only human species that could compete with the orc infantry.

"Not good!" Orgrim exclaimed in a voice.

The timing of the cavalry's arrival was really fierce. It was a time when the tribe was on the whole line and could not spare any effort.

On the southeast side of the lake, three huge battle flags fluttered in the wind.

Alterac Eagle flag on orange background.

Red Fort Highland Knights flag.

Gold Lion Flag of Storm Kingdom on a blue background.

No one expected that Duke had already transferred the Highland Knights and the Royal Knights of the Stormwind Kingdom in advance of the downfall of Alterac. Now, after joining the Haas Knights of General Haas, there are as many as 2,500 knights and 7,000 cavalry gathered here by the lake.

They rushed from the ambush to the battlefield, and quickly developed their formation.

The three-party generals were listed.

"For the fall of Alterac!" General Haas closed his mask.

"For the blood debt of Arathi Highlands." King Thoras Trollbane gripped his rifle.

"For the destruction of Stormwind and the anger of the kingdom!" King Ryan Wrynn raised his sword high in his hand.

"Charge" Duke Berval Fortagan took the lead and opened the way. He held the warhammer in front of him like a spear.

He stabbed the war horse with a spur, and the horse rushed towards the orc army at high speed.

Most of the orcs focused their attention on the wall. This white-washed wall had unexpected strength, and was only slightly sunken under their fierce attack.

Only a few orcs heard Orgrim's instructions and turned around in an attempt to block the torrent of horses and riders. (To be continued.)

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