It wasn't just Duke and his crew that arrived. In the distance, Kilrogg Deadeye and Zuluhed ca with nearly a thousand orc warriors.
On the Alliance side, it was the twelve holy knights and a whole line of human soldiers that rushed over. The Knights of Stormwind had already pushed past Orgrim's personal guards and rushed to Lothar, surrounding the Alliance leader.
Not only that, but more than a hundred steam tanks were coming, and the dwarves on them were firing desperately, clearing out the orcs in the entire area.
In the distance, after the tank assault group's back-and-forth advance, the entire orc army had been cut into several pieces. There were not many tribal battle flags still flying on the battlefield. Although these clans were still struggling under the human offensive, more and more mages and heavy artillery entered the battlefield, making their resistance useless.
Without enough orc warriors gathered together, they could not break through the shield and sword formation of the human soldiers, but if they gathered together, they would have to face the concentrated attack of the magicians. The most terrifying thing was the dwarf's largest tank destroyer.
Although it was a huge and bulky thing, as long as it completed the turn and gave it a minute or two to aim and reload, a shell would hit the ground and shake the mountains. In the area of hit, there would be absolutely no grass growing within a radius of more than 200 ters.
The orc army has fallen into a vicious circle. If they gather together, they will be annihilated, and if they disperse, they will be killed one by one by the human shield formation.
In addition, the rear line had been torn to pieces by the dwarves' blitzkrieg, and in the back, there were still 40,000 dwarf infantryn pinned there, constantly bleeding the orcs.
The slogans of "Lok-tar, ogar!" could no longer be heard, and all that could be seen were orcs who had dropped their weapons and were fleeing in panic.
Instead, all that was heard was shouts of "Long live the Alliance!"
Duke, sitting proudly on the top of the tank, looked down at Orgrim and said sothing that sounded like a verdict: "The Alliance has won!"
Orgrim got up again, shaking his body and spitting blood. He was so seriously injured that he couldn't even lift the Doomhamr, but he still shouted in a hoarse voice: "This ti, the Horde failed. But so what? the Horde will welco their third chieftain! Warriors of every race in your alliance will die at the hands of the tribal warriors! Until your world belongs to us!"
Suddenly, Orgrim shouted with all his strength: "Zuluhed! Kilrogg! Kargath! Go! Go quickly - the Horde has not failed! the Horde will never fail -"
Lothar sighed softly: "Catch him alive!"
Even if he lowered his voice, his usually loud voice would still sound like shouting to ordinary people.
Led by the Twelve Paladins, more than five hundred knights rode out at the sa ti and rushed towards Orgrim.
Kargath Bladefist answered with his actions. His gray muscles bulged inch by inch, and he grabbed Orgrim with his only remaining hand. It was self-evident what he wanted to do.
Tirion Fordring has arrived.
As the warhorse accelerated, a hamr struck with extre speed.
With a "bang", Ka'gath barely blocked the attack with the huge fist blade attached to his arm.
Without giving him even a chance to breathe, Gavinrad and Saidan Dathrohan's hamrs struck him simultaneously.
"Wow!" Even a strong hero like Ka'gath, who was born as a death gladiator, was still sent flying more than 20 ters under the joint attack of two top human warriors. He rolled on the ground several tis before he caught his breath.
Unfortunately, he is far away from Orgrim.
He slamd his fist on the ground and retreated resolutely.
Yes, he tried his best!
Kilrogg Dead Eye wielded a sharp bone-spiked axe, knocking a human knight away with one blow. The hard bone china penetrated the knight's armor and hooked out the guy's intestines. He used his only remaining eye to look at Orgrim, who had been rushed to his side by the twelve paladins. He turned around and left without hesitation.
But Zuluhed... Orgrim's deputy, rushed over wielding a sledgehamr in the midst of everyone's surprised gazes.
That's right! He wanted to save Orgrim, rescue his beloved chieftain under the eyes of nearly a thousand human knights, twelve fierce paladins, and three female ranger heroes who were sharper than male heroes.
This can no longer be called reason or courage. At this mont, Zuluhed is more like a fanatical martyr. Not only him, but also more than 300 orc warriors who followed him to charge, they are all great warriors.
"Uther!" On the other side, the breathless Lothar called out to the paladin leader.
No need to explain, everyone understands.
Duke raised his hands and held down the arrows of Sylvanas and Vereesa. Magni, who had originally ordered the cannon to fire, also lowered his hand.
This is the final battle in this campaign.
A true warrior transcends national boundaries and even race.
They deserve respect.
Uther led a large group of knights to trot, and then let the horses start to speed up. At this point in the battle, no knight still had a lance.
What determines victory or defeat is the mont of close proximity, the knight's riding skills, and the fleeting life-and-death duel.
Getting closer!
Getting closer!!
Closer—
The orc warriors of Zuluhed have extensive experience in fighting against knights.
It is not easy to kill a knight directly. A knight with excellent horsemanship can dodge or use a cavalry shield to defend against most attacks on his upper body.
The orcs swung their hamrs in arcs, and the lucky ones who succeeded could hit the horse's head with the huge hamr head with all their strength.
Hundreds of horses fell, blood gushing from their shattered skulls, their limbs twitching as they died. The knights on horseback either fell to the ground in a panic and were killed by the orcs, or jumped off at the last mont, rolled on the ground, and then got up to continue fighting.
More knights controlled the reins at the last mont before the orcs' hamrs or axes hit their horses, allowing the horses to escape death at the critical mont, and then used the horses' montum to deliver a fatal blow.
In the first wave of confrontation, the Alliance and the Horde were tied at 118:230.
Uther perfectly blocked Zuluhed's attack, and with the power of the Supre Holy Light, he smashed Zuluhed's right shoulder armor heavily. Almost everyone who was paying attention to Zuluhed heard the sound of shattering. It was not just the sound of the shoulder armor bursting, but also the sound of the entire right shoulder bursting.
Zuluhed's entire right chest was completely shattered by Uther's blow. His arm, which held the hamr high, flew high into the air and began to spin in the air.
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