Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 367: Withdraw

Unfortunately, Samuro was hit. Six flares were fired instantly, teaching him and the Blademaster who followed him a lesson.

Flare: A common skill for hunters and rangers.

This is not a skill that can bring out a stealthed rogue or swordmaster by just firing a light bullet that emits light and heat. It has nothing to do with science or physics.

Flare contains an extension of the ranger's willpower.

Something is distorting the light?

Is some invisible creature displacing the air?

Everything was exposed by the ranger's willpower. Therefore, the hunter and ranger would only have one flare at a time.

Now, six top rangers are setting off flares at the same time. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

If there were two less, Samuro might have a chance to escape. But there were six of them, taking care of him from all directions, north, south, east, west, up and down.

Samuro was immediately spotted.

The moment the green burly figure was revealed, Samuro stopped moving. His muscles were still strong and full of power, and his body still looked extremely agile, but everyone knew he was weak.

He is a hero in the eyes of the Horde, a thorn in the side of the Alliance, and a nightmare to the kings...

Unfortunately, all of Samuro's fame will become history in a short while.

"snort!!"

"Well!"

The Blademaster who had just been beaten back into the ice hood let out the last muffled groan of his life. In order not to affect Samuro's last chance of escape as the new chief of the Fire Blade Clan, who succeeded Dal*Triple Blood Blade, they tried their best not to interfere with Samuro, even if they died.

Finally, a tear fell from his left eye and cut through Samuro's resolute face.

Without saying anything, he ignored the six elven ranger heroes around him who were ready to make a move, and just looked up at Duke on the top of the magic tower.

Duke sighed.

He admired Samuro's courage, regardless of his camp, but was simply impressed by Samuro's spirit.

Unfortunately, admiration is admiration and understanding is understanding, but this does not mean that Duke has to give up his human stance and kneel down to lick the hero of a tribe.

The enemy's hero is my enemy.

Duke also said nothing, and made a knife-like gesture, bringing down heavily.

"Lok-tar-ogar!"

Either victory or death!

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

On the other side, while the long-range attacks from the city walls were temporarily suppressed by the trolls and orc swordmasters, Orgrim launched another attack.

More orcs rushed up, and they roughly smashed all the protruding ice spikes with their huge war hammers. Then, ignoring the dwarf griffon riders who often flew over the sky to launch surprise attacks, they stepped on the corpses of their orc companions and launched a more fierce attack on the city wall.

Arthas, who had just left the city wall, returned to the city wall again, surrounded by guards. Although he was not on the front line, his presence still greatly encouraged the soldiers. Similarly, the generals who came from all over the city and their soldiers also supplemented the defense line well.

"Warriors of Lordaeron, take up your weapons and let those despicable orcs regret their courage to invade our homeland."

Seeing Arthas raising his two-handed sword not far behind him, Duke had a sense of déjà vu as he saw the Lich King raising Frostmourne in the future.

Arthas, who saw Duke coming after being reminded by the guards, had a flush of excitement and nervousness on his face: "Sir, Deputy Commander, Lordaeron needs more reinforcements!"

Duke bowed gently: "As you wish, Your Highness."

On the Horde side, Orgrim roared.

"Where are the ogres? Haven't the ogres arrived yet? How many of us are behind us?"

Zuluhed replied, "The ogres are too slow, and they are stuck on the mountain paths. You know there is no one better to lead those fools than the Two-Headed Ogre Mage."

"What about our people?"

"The mountain path is too narrow, and there are at least two clans behind us."

When a tribe calculates the number of people at the legion level, it often uses large clans as units, and one clan means 10,000 people.

"Hurry them up."

In order to achieve the greatest surprise attack effect, Orgrim almost ordered the vanguard to launch the attack as soon as they got off the mountain. In fact, without Duke, the Horde would have already entered Lordaeron City and entered the meat grinder state of street fighting.

At this time, three bright red flares were shot into the sky.

Orgrim's bad premonition grew stronger.

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

The sound of horse hooves soaring into the sky shook the entire battlefield.

To be honest, because of the terrain, the Hordes didn't have many opportunities to fight against human cavalry. This didn't mean that Orgrim didn't know how terrible the cavalry was.

In the initial battles in Elwynn Forest, the tribal warriors also encountered cavalry. The scale of the cavalry was not large. In Orgrim's eyes at the time, this was the only type of human soldier that could compete with the orc infantry.

"Not good!" Orgrim screamed.

The cavalry arrived at a very cruel time, just when the Horde was pressing forward on all fronts and had no spare energy.

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

The orange eagle banner of Alterac Mountains.

The flag of the Knights of Stromgarde Highlanders with a red background.

The Golden Lion Flag of the Kingdom of Stormwind with a blue background.

No one expected that Duke had already transferred the Highland Knights and the Royal Knights of Stormwind before the fall of Alterac. Now, after joining General Haas's Mountain Eagle Knights, there were as many as 2,500 knights and 7,000 cavalry gathered here by the lake.

They rode their horses to the battlefield from their ambush and quickly deployed their formation.

The generals from three parties came out.

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

"For the blood debt of Arathi Highlands." King Thoras Trollbane clamped his lance.

"For the destruction of Stormwind!" King Llane Wrynn raised his sword high.

Duke Bolvar Fordragon "Charge!" took the lead and cleared the way. He held his warhammer in front of him like a spear.

He spurred the horse, and the horse, in pain, rushed towards the orc army at high speed.

Most of the orcs focused their attention on the city wall. This white-painted wall was unexpectedly strong and only had some dents under their fierce attack.

Only a few orcs heard Orgrim's command and turned around to try to stop the torrent of horses and riders.

Only a very few knights with superb horsemanship like Thoras could dodge the fatal blow and counterattack at the critical moment.

The cavalry's charge knocked down a lot of orcs, but new warriors immediately filled the gaps. The orc troops lined up in three neat rows and began to advance on the Alliance cavalry, forcing them to retreat. Step by step, they pushed them towards the lake.

Even though these orcs' battle lines only have three thin layers, the quality of each soldier is enough to crush the Alliance cavalry. Even if there are only three horizontal rows, the Alliance cavalry cannot break through them!

The rear formation began to stabilize, and the Alliance infantry also came under fierce attack from the orcs coming from the center, and for a moment they seemed to be stuck in a quagmire.

Once they had achieved their goal, half of the remaining orcs continued their assault, crossing the ice forest and storming the walls, quickly exhausting the city's stones, boiling oil, sand, and other materials that could be used for defense.

Now the orcs could continue to climb the wall in relative safety. The orcs climbed over the wall with evil smiles, trying to climb up. Most of the orcs were impaled or shot down by the arrows of the elven rangers before they could reach the wall, but some still climbed the wall and began to attack the guards.

Arthas had never thought that the orcs' ant-like siege was so terrible. Although he had just put out their first wave of attacks, more orcs were coming.

The corpses of the orcs piled up and provided some cover for the orcs as they climbed the wall. They stepped on the corpses of their companions and even used them as shields to resist the continuous rain of arrows and the occasional magic attacks.

The orcs' offensive was terrifying. Often, it would take the lives of five to six Lordaeron soldiers to kill one orc who climbed up the city wall.

The city's defenses once again became precarious.

"We can't go on like this!" Arthas shouted to Duke nervously, "Sir Commander, Lordaeron will collapse first this afternoon. We need reinforcements!"

Duke smiled and touched Arthas' blood-stained helmet like an elder.

"Your Highness, although I am not much older than you, I am your senior in military affairs." Duke's smile made him look smug. He said in a very pretentious manner, "A true king or commander never defeats the enemy on the battlefield."

"What!?" Arthas was stunned.

"A true commander will gather all the cards needed for victory before the battle begins. The so-called battle is often just a formality."

"ha!?"

At this moment, Duke was full of unparalleled momentum. The mysterious aura of confidence lingering around him made everyone around him feel as if as long as Duke pointed his finger, even thousands of tribes, even the brutal army that destroyed several countries and was known as the nightmare of the world, would be wiped out in an instant.

For a moment, Arthas was stunned.

The two new ranger generals, Halduron Brightwing and Lor'themar Theron, were standing there.

Alleria and Veresa beside Duke both began to breathe rapidly.

Everyone stared at Duke's movements, and saw him proudly raise his left index finger and point it horizontally toward the northeast horizon.

Following the direction of Duke's finger, a large flag appeared!

Rows of infantrymen in silver helmets and silver armor were marching out of the horizon, with the sunlight behind them, making them look like an army from the mythical age.

The raised spears were like a forest, and the spear tips reflected the dazzling sunlight.

Somehow, every warrior remembered the time when mankind was united under one flag for the first time in history, awakening the distant legend from their ancestors that had been passed down for more than 2,800 years.

It was a time when all human clans fought side by side.

It was a glorious and brilliant era, in which every battle ended with victory.

The only answer is like a brand imprinted in the soul and in the genes of every person.

What is the answer?

The Empire of Arathor!

The greatest empire of mankind!

At this moment, at this very second, on this battlefield, there is a greater organization - the Alliance of Lordaeron.

One side, two sides... dozens, hundreds of them. Suddenly, hundreds of Alliance battle flags fluttering in the wind appeared on the horizon! Judging from the momentum, there must be more than 100,000 people there.

The soldiers began to speed up and trot across the battlefield, their heads held high and their chests puffed out, with the tips of their guns raised slantly in rows.

A silver-white wave appeared on the battlefield. They were rushing forward. Although they were all infantry, they created a terrifying momentum as if thousands of horses were galloping.

These warriors all have clearly defined human facial features.

When everyone looked from afar, they could see that their faces were covered with a layer of golden light because of the sun's brightness.

Their features became blurred, the weapons in their hands shone brightly, and each face became deified. They seemed to have become an army of heroes who had walked out of the distant history and were once again fighting for humanity.

"We are their people!!"

"It's the brothers from the Griffin Legion."

"Reinforcements are coming!"

"Long live the Alliance!"

Every warrior who was fighting hard suddenly burst out with greater strength and stronger momentum. The momentum that had just been suppressed by the Horde rose again and in turn suppressed the Horde.

The brown color on Orgrim's face faded away, and he knew he had to make a decision.

The offensive was unsuccessful, and he was attacked from both sides by the Alliance army. If he was given enough time, he might be able to surround the enemy and attack the reinforcements, and first eat up one or two Alliance troops in a field battle.

But now, it was the Horde that was trapped.

No matter how strong Orgrim's elite troops are, they only number about 30,000. Now the Alliance's troops have exceeded the critical point that the Horde can bear, and if they continue to fight, they will probably collapse.

Just then, Zuluhed brought Orgrim even worse news.

"Warchief, there are a large number of warships on the lake in the south, flying the flags of Dalaran and Gilneas. They are less than half a day away from us."

"I miscalculated." Orgrim's mouth was full of bitterness.

Originally, Orgrim dared to attack Lordaeron fiercely because he wanted to create a time difference. He wanted to capture Lordaeron before the main force of Lordaeron returned. In Orgrim's plan, the Lordaeron army should return first, and Grom's 100,000 hordes should arrive later. The Dalaran and Gilneas coalition forces further south should arrive last.

But now, the Alliance used their original advantage on Lake Lordamere to mobilize ships to send reinforcements to Lordaeron City. In this way, the troops in Lordaeron City will exceed 200,000 within a day, and even with Grom's troops, it will still be impossible to take it.

After thinking it over again and again, Orgrim finally uttered the most bitter word.

"Withdraw--"