Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 378: Legion

This number cannot be expressed in any orc language.

On such a vast land measured in kilometers, the troops were able to form a line. Guided by the drumbeats, the human army marched in neat steps, covering each other and blocking any possible Road for the orcs to break out.

On the southern lake, a large number of warships were sailing towards the lakeside at high speed. Their hulls were parallel to the lakeshore, and they opened the wooden boards blocking the gun ports, preparing for shelling.

"Where did humans find so many elite troops!?" Grom couldn't help but exclaim.

After fighting with humans for so long, we can tell who are the elites and who are the farmers almost at a glance.

It has nothing to do with equipment.

Those who are standing in a straight line but are crooked are the farmers who deliver vegetables to the orcs.

Those who are neatly organized and have clear formations whether attacking or retreating are mostly elite troops.

Of course, this also depends on whether their armor is shiny.

For example, if the army of Lordaeron had shiny helmets and armor, Grom would not have a headache, because those were probably just for show or a ceremonial guard.

Those whose armors were obviously much darker in color, and even had many spots on their armors and shields, were the veterans that the orcs least wanted to meet.

At this moment, at a glance, you can see elite soldiers who have fought in hundreds of battles!

The people in the north wearing blood-red armor with white edges are their old rivals, the Scarlet Crusade of Lordaeron, who have fought against each other many times.

To the northwest, flying the blue griffin flag with gold edges, is the Stormwind Kingdom Griffin Legion that Orgrim has mentioned many times.

To the west, carrying huge brown tower shields and holding several spears even when marching, are the infantry of Dalaran. The infantry of Dalaran has never been the focus, the focus is the mage group hidden behind. If you can't open the infantry's defense within three minutes, you will be immediately taught a lesson by the magic shot from the back.

Grom suddenly understood why Orgrim wanted to attack the human barracks in the north. He wanted to fight his way out and rescue their Western Legion!

Grum made the right decision almost instantly: "Everyone, listen up! Abandon all siege equipment and attack the red army in the north."

Correct does not mean effective.

When Mograine, who was in charge of the army, saw the orcs attacking them just as Anduin had predicted, the future legendary lord sneered and said, "You will pay for the sin of destroying Silverpine Forest with your lives."

The army, advancing in an orderly manner, stopped at the moment when Alexandros Mograine raised his fist. The warriors walking in the front used the spikes under the tower shield to fix the shield deeply into the thick grass.

Every five meters or so, a passage would be cleared on the battle line, allowing a group of half-grown peasant boys without armor and carrying only a basket to run out quickly and pull the grass on the lawn in front of the battle line.

Up ahead, an old soldier with burn scars on his face wet his index finger with saliva, raised his hand, and felt the wind direction and speed.

"Very good, just as expected, we have the upper hand."

Just before the orc army arrived, the guys pulled out all the grass and retreated quickly.

Then a large group of strange-looking guys stepped out from the battle line, carrying a huge iron can on their backs, half a shield on their chests, and a large iron pipe on their right waist.

As soon as these guys appeared, the tribal commanders had a bad feeling. When they rushed to the front and saw the three characters "FFF" on the shields of these guys' upper bodies, everyone knew that their bad premonition had come true.

fire!

Raging fire!

More convenient flamethrower equipment and more intensive flamethrower soldiers.

The death flame belt created by hundreds of flamethrowers blocked the Horde's only escape Road.

The most disgusting thing is that the shield connected to the can at the back helped those guys block most of the throwing weapons.

Want to leave?

Yes! But please take a good roasting first.

Grom almost gritted his teeth and let the already few Blackrock Clan warriors take the lead.

On the other hand, Orgrim's attack also suffered a severe setback.

Before the battle, for some reason Gavinrad had a brain spasm. He felt great when he saw Alleria defeat thousands of troops with a single flag last time, and he wanted to do it too.

Even though Duke said no, this guy was just crazy and insisted on seeking death. As a result, thousands of tribesmen chased after Gavinrad and hacked him, and Duke was almost laughed to death.

If this guy wasn't a paladin with thick skin and flesh and a short period of invincibility, Gavinrad would probably be dead.

Watching Gavinrad commit suicide in front of the northern camp was quite entertaining.

Duke looked at Alleria beside him and curled his lips: "Why, with such a small number of people, are you confident that you can deal with more than 40,000 elite tribesmen?"

Alleria flicked her slender jade fingers, her beautiful golden hair flying in the wind, and she gave Duke a provocative look: "Who do you think I am? I am Alleria Windrunner! A heroine who is destined to be remembered by the entire Alliance!"

"Yes, yes!" Duke smiled and put his hands in surrender.

Walking down the simple wooden wall of the camp, Duke looked back at Alleria and her three sisters standing at the gate.

Each of the four sisters has its own strengths. For an ordinary person to have one of them as a minister is a blessing that he has earned in his previous life. Now he has actually packed up the entire Windrunner family.

When I think about it, I feel like I am exaggerating.

Looking at Alleria's sexy back, Duke suddenly remembered a saying: "Gold will always shine."

Orgrim's host charged.

Then they were hit head-on by the high elf ranger troops.

"Elf Ranger!" The leading orc commander roared as he saw the opponent's archery posture, and the orcs immediately used a variety of means to protect their vital points.

After experiencing the Battle of Quel'Thalas, even if these orcs had never faced the elven rangers directly, they still knew clearly that these elven rangers with their unreasonable archery skills were the nightmare of all orcs.

Be it trolls or orcs, they are all races with strong vitality. If they are not shot in the vital parts, they will not die in the first place.

In the early days of Elwynn Forest, there were many orcs who continued to fight with hundreds of arrows stuck in their bodies like porcupines. This could easily scare humans.

It's different now.

A green light flashed, almost the same color as the grass, and the arrow actually hit the shoulder armor of an orc who was charging, then refracted through the unlucky guy's neck, and then hit the eye socket of an orc behind him with flying blood.

For example, a powerful orc swordsman knocked away an arrow shot at his face with a single blow of his sword, only to find that the flying arrow had killed an orc companion on the right.