No soldier would dislike a commander who always has the upper hand and can predict the enemy's moves like a god.
This means greater victory and less sacrifice.
Those terrifying shadows approached at high speed, swooping down from the clouds, their huge figures carrying a terrifying aura.
Before they could see the attacker's true face, a fiery breath had already descended from the sky. The turbulent torrent was filled with the flames of death. Once it landed on the decoy crossbows, not only did the huge crossbows instantly break into pieces, but also large areas of the surrounding area were engulfed in flames.
It seemed as if a long and distant howl from the ancient times thousands of years ago was rising in everyone's heart. This howl came from the distant history of the world of Azeroth, from that chaotic world before humans existed.
This was the declaration of a terrifying existence that had been at the top of the world's food chain since time immemorial. The terrifying pressure from the higher beings could easily push everyone's mind into darkness and destroy every bit of sanity remaining in their hearts.
My breathing stopped because of terror.
The heart, because of extreme tension, contracted into a ball and forgot to relax.
The blood was so frightened that it surged everywhere, causing all the senses in the body, such as sight, hearing, taste, and smell, to disappear temporarily.
Everyone was dazed, almost forgetting themselves, and fell into a white confusion.
In a secret base converted from a cave, a beautiful blonde was also very nervous. She unconsciously placed her hands on her tall breasts. However, soon, her delicate face, which had lost its color, flushed with excitement.
Her eyes followed the huge figures moving at high speed, and like a hunter locking onto his prey, she stared at the scene closely, as if afraid to miss any tiny detail.
There were hundreds of scarlet dragons rampaging on the Stormwind camp, flapping their wings and stretching their necks, venting the flames of destruction to the entire land. Their huge golden eyes were like huge amber balls, and their black vertical pupils carried a kind of pressure that was unique to higher creatures.
She seemed to see their reluctance, their resistance and anger, but for some magical reason they had to obey the orders of the despicable and crude orc knights on their backs.
Dragons were naturally arrogant, and it was hard to imagine that they would allow any creature to ride on their backs and bully others, let alone the orcs who had already made them look disgusted.
The situation was far beyond her expectations. Although they were disgusted and looked like they wanted to turn their long, snake-like necks and bite the dirty greenskin on their backs to death, every dragon obeyed the orcs' orders and not a single one of them struggled to break free from the humiliating, saddle-like restraint.
What happened to the red dragons who once joined forces to defeat the Burning Legion ten thousand years ago?
What made the extremely proud dragon submit to the tiny orcs?
Is it some mysterious power?
Her curiosity was about to explode.
In another shelter, a beautiful woman with a similar face to the previous one, but more gorgeous and wilder, had the same question.
But she looked at the problem from a different angle, and she paid more attention to the enemy itself. These red dragons looked terrifying, but the biggest luck was that there were no real giant dragons among them.
Yes! The most terrifying existence with a lifespan of more than a thousand years, a wingspan of more than 10 meters when fully grown, powerful magical abilities, and a body that is stronger than other young dragons.
Even though these red dragons in the sky seem very powerful, they are far inferior to real dragons. Whether it is magic ability, melee ability, or wisdom...
The beautiful woman was, of course, Alleria Windrunner. The moment she received the news that the Horde transport fleet had split up, she was forcibly sent over by Duke using the magic teleportation she hated the most.
Alleria was a little angry about this. That terrible space journey made her feel dizzy.
I also understand why Duke repeatedly reminded me to just kill the enemy cavalry.
Damn it, that Duke kid definitely knows something.
"You little brat, can't you just tell me the truth? You're always so secretive." Alleria spat fiercely, feeling a little bit disgusted with that person.
Windrunners all have a lively personality. As the most mature and stable eldest sister, Alleria still takes the overall situation into consideration. She turned her head and looked at Ilucia Barov, who was urgently transferred here today.
"Lady Barov, I'm counting on you."
Illucia nodded calmly.
Alleria whistled, and the sound of the wind flowed out: "Are you ready?"
Sylvanas's voice echoed on the wind: "Who do you think I am?"
That sound is like a proud warhorse ready to charge!
The flames spewed out by the red dragon army were too numerous and too fierce. The rolling flames in the entire area looked like a sea of fire. There were even more turbulent currents in the sky with blazing golden light descending, making the waves of the sea of fire rise even higher.
At this moment, more than a hundred elemental fluctuations attracted the attention of the red dragon army.
In the sky, Zuluhed, the chieftain of the Dragonmaw clan, who was riding the largest red dragon, narrowed his eyes. He let the red dragon under his crotch hover in the air, trying to find those damn human mages from the bird's eye view in the sky.
In any case, human mages are rare, and humans can threaten the dragon tribe's troops, not to mention an organized mage group.
After Orgrim purged the Shadow Council, the Horde became more united and only had one voice. However, the Horde lacked magic professionals.
Almost every chief was asked by Orgrim to kill the enemy's mages first.
Zuluhed was disappointed. Not to mention the mage, there wasn't even a single moving human being to be seen. The humans who used to be so arrogant had all become cowards.
"Hmph!" Zuluhed gave a call, and one of his men immediately dismounted the red dragon mount, dived into the strait, and raised a huge special battle flag at the same time.
The orc transport ship that had been stagnant outside the range of the catapult suddenly moved. The laborers paddled hard to get the transport ship started again, attempting to cross the strait faster.
On the other side, at the south end of the Thandol Bridge, a group of orc troops also began to charge. They obviously wanted to take advantage of the cover of the Red Dragonflight and rush over as quickly as possible to open up this most convenient and quickest invasion channel.
the Horde's attack went smoothly, and the sudden appearance of a red dragon suppressed all resistance from humans until an emerald green arrow appeared.