Faced with the heavy hammers raised by the orc warriors, the elven warriors instinctively raised their shields in accordance with military training rules to prepare for blocking.
The orc warriors' movements were too flawed. As long as they could withstand the first blow, the elf warriors would be able to kill these stupid and huge monsters in the next round of counterattack.
If I can block the first blow...
As if being hit by a running rhino, the terrifying force so huge that it paralyzed the brain instantly came crashing in. Most of the elf warriors who were completely unprepared were directly knocked back and knocked over their comrades behind them. While the body was still in mid-air, the elves next to them had already seen that the left arm of the victim beside them was twisted unnaturally.
The victim's arm was bent in at least ten places, and a healthy arm suddenly became like a snake. Needless to say, it was a complete comminuted fracture caused by huge force.
Regardless of whether the orc warrior used an upward slash, a downward slash, or a horizontal sweep, every heavy blow would surely lift at least one elven warrior into the air, complete with his armor.
That kind of violent power easily exceeded the elves' closed and poor imagination.
The orcs who have entered close combat are killing people indiscriminately.
More than two hundred huge holes immediately appeared along the entire front line.
Baron Sanguinar, who had just argued with Alleria, was at the forefront. He himself was hit on the shield by an orc's hammer, but his strength far surpassing that of his fellow orcs saved his life. Even though he managed to hold on, he still felt a burning sensation on his left arm - his left arm was strained.
But his lieutenant was not so lucky, his shield was broken into three pieces. The orc smashed his lieutenant's brain with a backhand hammer.
The dusty and dusty Sanguinar managed to kill the orc in front of him with one sword, but he suddenly found that there was no one around him.
He glanced at them and couldn't help but feel sad. More than fifty elven warriors around him were destroyed in a round of attack by just ten orcs. Although only a dozen of them died in the battle, the rest either had broken arms and were unable to fight again, or were simply frightened and had no chance of joining the battle again in the short term.
Not to mention that at this time more orcs rushed out from the fog.
"Spell coverage shooting! Don't stop!" Kael'thas's order was as rigorous as a textbook.
If you don't want your vanguard to collapse, it is necessary to temporarily curb the enemy's offensive!
The flames that were theoretically powerful enough to destroy all mortal armed forces descended once again, scorching the earth and burning the enemies that rushed out.
Yet not a single enemy fell.
Because these enemies had larger and more muscular bodies than the orcs, had two heads, and several dazzling protective magics.
Fire Guardian that can absorb fire damage.
Ice Shield that can absorb all damage.
Magic Suppression reduces magic damage and healing effects.
If you say this is not targeted, you are lying!
These huge monsters that can fight, resist and cast spells took heavy steps that were enough to shake the earth. They released all kinds of instant magic to fight against the elves' mage group, and approached the elves' infantry battle line that was already somewhat collapsed at high speed.
Kael'thas' face turned pale.
"Send the order, let the arcane constructs and mountain giants launch a charge!"
Kael'thas was very frustrated at this point in the battle. He had to deploy the high elves' land combat trump card in advance. Using arcane constructs as guards was the policy of Silvermoon City, which could make up for the elves' lack of melee ability.
But mountain giants are different.
Strictly speaking, the mountain giants were recruited after the archdruid of the night elves communicated with them and gained their recognition. As the high elves accepted exile and came to Quel'Thalas, their connection with the mountain giants was basically gone. The current 10 mountain giants were recruited by the druids who were willing to follow the high elves to the continent of Lordaeron. They can be said to be the treasures of the elves.
Now Kael'thas had to play this card in advance.
The appearance of the mountain giant is undoubtedly very shocking.
It has a humanoid form, a huge height of over 30 meters, and its body is made of granite-like hard stone. Its arms alone are as thick as a carriage, and it has petrified skin that is strong enough to resist most cold weapons and strong magic resistance.
This true elemental creature is absolutely a well-deserved war machine.
The mountain giant holding a huge tree trunk as a weapon easily attracted the Horde's attention. the Horde immediately sent out countermeasures.
Compared with this terrifying creature that is almost at the top of the food chain in the world of Draenor, the four or five-meter-tall, already terrifying ogre is just a degraded version of the Gronn.
With a clear inverted triangle shape, a height of over ten meters, a speed at least twice as fast as that of a mountain giant, and strength that is no less than that of a mountain giant, the appearance of Goron completely tipped the balance of victory towards the Horde.
The powerful mountain giant was defeated in less than three minutes under the siege of several Gronns, not to mention the smaller and slower arcane constructs.
The entire front-line formation of the elves has been completely destroyed.
At this moment, Orgrim raised his Doomhammer, and a majestic orc immediately picked up the huge horn that hung from the podium to the ground, drew in all the air in his lungs, and blew it with his cheeks puffed out.
A deep and loud war cry pierced the entire battlefield
The next moment, countless fully armed orc soldiers rushed out from the fog.
Unlike the orcs who were equipped like beggars before, these orcs were armed to the teeth. They were wearing heavy black iron armor, black steel helmets, and the horn-shaped spikes on their shoulder armor pointed straight to the sky.
They had several small throwing axes hanging around their waists, a fan-shaped shield in one hand and a huge double-edged battle axe or hammer in the other. Their heavy leg armor and iron shoes left a deep footprint on the green grassland, and the clanging sounds of the metal equipment as they ran filled the air.
There is no queue, only the momentum of the rushing river.
Just as rivers converge into the sea, countless elite orc soldiers gathered into a torrent of steel, like marching ants filling all the gaps in Kael'thas' vision.
They appeared all over the mountains and plains, like a tsunami on the sea surface when a storm rolls in. The huge waves easily destroyed everything that stood in their way.
"No——" As Prince Kael'thas wailed, almost all the strong men around him had consciously thrown themselves into the front line, trying to stabilize this front line that was about to collapse.