Death Knight and Ogre, these are indeed two big cards.
If the alliance was attacked by these two forces without knowing it, it would definitely suffer heavy casualties. As a time traveler, Duke remembered at least 70% or 80% of most of history. When the surprise force is no longer a surprise force, then the so-called surprise force will only be a joke.
Duke raised his hands and shook his left and right index fingers towards the sky at the same time.
Windsor immediately understood: "Send the message, Dalaran Mage Corps, get ready! Master Kel'Thuzad? Master Krasus?"
"I've been ready for a long time."
A positive reply came from the two people through the magic communication.
Below, the cavalry of both sides fighting fiercely on the ruins of Southshore had already started a real fight.
"Send the order back," Turalyon shouted to his nearest herald, who he knew would broadcast the order on his horn.
"Cover each other! Retreat outside the town and regroup!" The soldier nodded, then raised his horn, blew two short blasts, and then another long blast.
After hearing the call, the squad leaders began to shout orders to their own teams and gather their soldiers. In fact, this was not easy, especially in the chaotic situation where both sides were fighting fiercely.
Fortunately, the Lordaeron cavalry had made arrangements early in the morning and had a very good tactical execution.
They took out chain hammers that resembled the hinged bullets used in cannons. This little thing with round metal balls at both ends and a chain in the middle was a simplified version of a tripwire. Throw it directly at the legs of the death knight's warhorse. Under the effect of inertia, the small ball would naturally revolve around the horse's legs. I don't care if it's a dead horse or a fire horse, its speed would still be reduced.
Most of the cavalry had escaped their opponents, with the Silver Hand responsible for covering the rear.
The Death Knights, who had not received any new orders, chose to pursue. Just as the Alliance cavalry were pulling away from the Death Knights, bright lights flashed on the hills on both sides.
The Mage Group of Dalaran!
Even when the frontal battlefield was at its most critical moment, Duke never sent out these killer-level wizards. Even when ogre mages appeared on the frontal battlefield and beat the Stormwind family wizards and Lordaeron's army wizards on the two hills to tears, Duke never used them.
Good steel should be used on the blade.
Duke thought that the battle between mages and warlocks was too boring. If he wanted to use it, he should use it to destroy the opponent's elite.
It was only the second battle of the Dark Portal, and before the Scourge came, the Horde's death knights were very valuable. Because the bodies of these death knights were the dead Stormwind Knights, but their souls were the warlocks killed by Gul'dan during Orgrim's purge.
Only these warlocks can allow the newly born Death Knights to easily master the dark magic.
No matter whether these warlocks are high-level warlocks or warlock apprentices, one less to die is one less. As long as they die here, the paladins can purify their souls later. Even Gul'dan cannot resurrect them as death knights again!
The name of this operation is Blood of Orcs, which means this!
Under the amplification of the war magic circle, the magic power and range of each mage in the mage group have been greatly increased. The money consumed by this magic circle alone is enough to arm a 5,000-man infantry regiment.
The huge fireballs that covered the sky and trailed long flames poured down from the hills on both sides. The spectacular scene attracted countless people's attention. Even the Lordaeron cavalry and the Silver Hand paladins who were determined to retreat were speechless when they saw it.
The clusters of fireballs released from both sides simultaneously were like two huge waterfalls of fire, easily crossing a distance of hundreds of meters and blasting towards the pursuing Death Knight!
The fireballs fell on the ruins of Southsea Town like a torrential rain, causing an effect beyond everyone's imagination. Southsea Town, which had already become extremely dilapidated after the battle between Antonidas and Gul'dan, now came alive with the elemental life called flame infused into every rubble, every piece of broken stone and rotten wood, and even the soil under the stone bricks of the town.
Everything was roiling in flames, violently staining everything they touched with the color of fire, creating a scene that looked like the end of the world.
At first, the death knights who had lost consciousness were still riding their undead horses to chase the Alliance cavalry, but soon they were engulfed by the explosion. The horrific explosion plowed the already ruined Southshore again.
After one salvo, there was nothing left that could stand in the flames.
"Hahaha! Destroy, you dirty bones!"
"Go to hell, don't stand up again!"
The Lordaeron cavalrymen vented their frustration at being suppressed just now. Even with the blessing of Uther's holy light, they could not fight like real paladins after all. This had nothing to do with martial arts, it was purely because they were suppressed by the enemy's evil power.
Now, they are venting to their heart's content.
"Woo woo woo!" The horn sounded, calling on all the cavalry to retreat.
"Further retreat!?" Turalyon frowned.
Lothar laughed loudly: "Hahaha! Duke is such a greedy boy, but I like it! Hahahaha!"
Over there, Duke directly contacted Gina * Golden Sword through magic communication!
"Lady Golden Sword, what's going on with Admiral Daelin?" Duke asked anxiously.
Almost in response to Daelin's confident answer, the sails of the Kul Tiras fleet appeared at the far end of everyone's sight.
The orcs were alarmed.
Almost every Ork commander realized that they were in big trouble.
That's right, the coastline on the Southshore side is the widest and most suitable for landing warfare. The problem is that if the attack fails, then hundreds of thousands of orcs will all be crowded on this narrow and slender coastline.
This will be the best target for the fleet's naval guns!
On the flagship, Admiral Daelin was ecstatic when he saw so many tribes crowded on the beach: "Fire all the guns, load grapeshot, I want to kill all these greenskins!"
It was morning, with a favorable wind and high tide, which was perfect for the Kul Tiran fleet using sails.
The sail, which was originally just a tiny shadow, was rapidly expanding in everyone's field of vision.
The alliance's position suddenly erupted with cheers loud enough to overturn the entire world.
"Blast those green bastards to death!"
"Don't even think about charging at us. Just stay down there and take the bombardment!"
the Horde launched a desperate charge, trying to break through the hill's defenses. Even the ogre mages were in the charge, but the mage group in Dalaran suppressed the ogre mages well.