Chapter 78 Heaven to the Left, Warriors to the Right (Part 1)

Above the mountains that represent the horizon in the distance, there is a dark gray sky.

Under the thick dark clouds that almost covered the entire mountain, countless green orcs were fighting out across the mountain. The entire canyon was filled with scattered limbs of human soldiers, weapons and armor with a dull luster.

From the initial defensive battle, it has turned into a massacre-like doomsday scene.

Except for heavy crossbow bolts and only a small team of mages can cause more effective damage to orcs, the human camp has nothing to do with orcs.

The orcs smashed the bunkers like whack-a-mole, pulled out the human soldiers inside, and killed them one by one. The rude and arrogant laughter of the orcs echoed throughout the canyon.

Anduin Lothar in the command post on the top of the mountain turned his head to the head of the Griffon Legion, and said in a deep voice: "General Tom Seamus, bring your men and follow me!" .The Kingdom of Stormwind needs a Legion that has been broken."

After saying these words, Lothar's tall body also seemed to grow taller.

Every nobleman present bowed his head in shame.

It was them who forced King Lane to fight a bad debt with unknown enemy and friend.

It was they who put Anduin and the entire griffin army to death in order to keep their territory.

Obviously, the command room was so popular, but every nobleman suddenly felt a sense of loneliness, feeling, feeling that he had abandoned a comrade in arms!

The named General Tom Seamus was a middle-aged man in his thirties with blond hair and a Chinese-speaking face. He was a typical soldier who had nothing to do with aristocrats. The rough eyebrows fluttered along the swelling of the cheek muscles. General Seamus stood at attention, smiled and put his helmet on lightly. Before putting on the helmet, he did not forget to tidy up the red fringe on his helmet, which was different from that of ordinary soldiers, as if he was afraid that the orcs would not see him as a general.

"If you go on the road with Your Excellency Lothar, you won't be lonely." In his faint words, there was a sense of firmness that almost jumped out of the scope of his voice.

Willing to be a hero for a second! Still a coward for life! ?

When a man really understands this sentence, he will understand where the heavy sword in his hand comes from.

Turning his head, facing Duke Bolvar Fordragon, Lothar nodded vigorously: "If I can't go back, then tell Ryan that his friend Anduin Lothar fought for his kingdom to the last drop of blood .”

Bovar's facial muscles were twitching, and he took a sudden step forward, wanting to draw out the sword from the scabbard: "I'll accompany you..."

Suddenly, Anduin's hand pressed Bolvar's wrist, making him unable to draw his sword.

"The war has just begun, and the death of a small knight is enough. The retreat is left to you, Duke Fordragon!" Anduin's voice was so loud that it was impossible to tell that he was a man who was ready to go dead man.

Bovar's mouth squirmed for a long time, but he couldn't utter a word. In the end, he resolutely turned his head away, with an unconcealable pain on his face.

"Listen well, the next retreat will be under the command of me, Bolvar Fortagen, whoever rushes to escape first, just wait for me to cut off his head!"

Lothar even considered this. Without King Llane's backing, Anduin was just a little sergeant. But without Ryan, Bolvar is still the aloof duke.

His family background, his identity, is a deterrent to those nobles who no longer have much fighting spirit.

Soon, the nobles in the entire command room filed out.

The shouts of the noble officers were heard from the direction of the back mountain. Except for the soldiers in the small blockhouse in front who could not evacuate, more than 70% of the soldiers on the entire mountain began to evacuate in an orderly manner.

Looking at the green frenzy in the distance, there was indescribable complexity in Lothar's eyes.

Is it lonely?

Is it embarrassment?

Unwilling?

Or die generously?

Tom Seamus went back and forth, and stood beside Lothar, his voice was firm and powerful: "The five thousand soldiers of the Griffon Legion are ready."

To be honest, Lothar didn't have to cut off the rear himself at all. As the commander of this battle, he could completely shift the responsibility to those nobles who clamored to the sky before the battle, but their legs trembled after seeing the orcs. Lane will definitely keep him.

But Lothar didn't, he put on his helmet quietly, and led Tom Seamus out of the command post.

"Guards, blow our horn and tell those barbaric bastards that we are coming!" Lothar's loud voice made the guards guarding the door respectful.

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu of" the heavy and thick horn sounded, causing the orcs who were immersed in the killing to raise their green-skinned heads.

A little higher up the mountainside, where the orcs have not yet attacked, the gates of the largest bunkers on the two peaks are opened. Thousands of human soldiers in bright silver armor quickly gathered into two square formations, each guarding one side of the mountain, like rivers converging into the sea.

On the 30-degree sloping hillside, slowly advance down the mountain.

"Hoho—a decent guy finally came to die!" A chief of a small clan said with a smile in the orc language.

The warriors of the Griffon Legion moved slowly down the smoothest hillside. As far as the eye could see, they could see streams of steel made up of floating shields and armor.

The entire legion looked like a blinding, flowing mass of quicksilver. In the gaps between the kite-shaped shields that were one size larger than ordinary Stormwind soldiers, one could vaguely see these heavy infantrymen who were covered in armor, with only half of their faces exposed in front of their helmets, their eyes full of determination.

At the front are all shield swordsmen, and from the third row onwards are spearmen holding spears nearly four meters in length. They put their spears on the shoulders of the bowed robes in the front row, just protruding from the gap between the shields.

The same is true for the fourth and fifth rows of spearmen. It's just that the angle of each row of erected spears is higher.

This was calculated, and for tall orcs, the lowest row of spears reached just about their waists.

The entire phalanx is like a huge steel hedgehog, which is intimidating.

It was as if a forest of spears had risen, and the densely packed spear tips flickered with cold light.

If it is also against humans, I am afraid this will be a protracted battle between positions. Because simple bows and arrows are almost powerless against this steel line of defense.

But the orcs were different. They grinned, yelled, and brandished extremely heavy weapons, and attacked them without fear.

The huge battle ax swept across the waist, and all I heard was the sound of crackling spear shafts. The spear shafts of the spearmen are specially selected. Generally, when humans use heavy swords to slash, they have to slash at the same place several times before they are cut off.

However, in the face of the great strength of the orcs, breaking the spear shaft is as easy as breaking chopsticks.