"antonidas …" Lothar had to look at the military boss in Dalaran who was most capable of changing the battlefield situation.
In response to the attack of the tribe, antonidas also rolled out with a full five mage groups and a full 40,000 infantry, which was the limit he could bring.
"Just at the most critical time, the mage has helped the alliance to stabilize the front line with a lot of [Firewall], and now their magic has been released too much. What they need most is rest, otherwise they will burn their magic circuit if they continue fighting forcibly. In the day, you won’t have a mage."
Master Fa is awesome, but what should I do if he is asked to fill it out?
King Terenas is obviously crazy, too.
"Who else can! ? I’ll marry Kalia to him! " to be continued
Chapter 321st FFF Group (Happy Mid-Autumn Festival)
The tribe has weakened.
Lothar, who has the most experience in fighting tribes, knows this very well.
Now the orc warriors are better equipped than before, but their fighting capacity has dropped. At first, the Storm Kingdom faced those orcs, and each of them was a master fighter.
A reckless attack to death!
I’m so unresponsive for a moment!
The competition failed. Die!
According to Duke, those are elites who have just gone through an unknown racial war with a Delaney.
Not only do you know all your advantages, but your fighting talent is unparalleled.
In the face of such an elite storm, the soldiers in the kingdom are often beaten by one to ten.
However, after the burning of the city in Storm City and two cross-sea landings, it is difficult for Lothar to see a large number of orcs of that quality.
Here on the South Stream Coast, Lothar estimated that the loss ratio of World War I had probably dropped to 1: 3 for orcs than for humans. This was because orcs lacked warlock support and humans brought almost all the clubs to battlemage.
Now it’s like a tipping point. Whoever survives it will win.
If this alliance can’t survive, there will be a large number of elite orcs who have experienced blood and fire, and even an old wooden hammer drudge will grow into a daunting killing machine.
On the contrary, well-trained allied troops such as Lordaeron and Gilneas soldiers will grow rapidly.
Almost. Almost.
But Lothar has sent the best troops he can, the tribal strong and Wu Seer with the elite of the Knights of the Silver Hand to deal with it.
Besides sending himself, Lothar can do anything.
No wonder Terenas is in such a hurry!
If it weren’t for King Terenas, who was somewhat conscious of this situation, there would be no eggs to send cavalry. It is estimated that he would even smash his own knights in one breath.
Suddenly a stereo started.
"Er, this deputy commander-in-chief of Marcus told me that the situation was unfavorable, and the situation could be moved’ Tactical Strike Force fff Regiment’" was Macaro, Duke’s butler.
On force, Macaro is a scum
He has nothing outstanding in terms of ability, but his tact and due diligence make him the most widely known mouthpiece of Duke. On many occasions, he is the agent of Duke, and everything he says and does represents Duke’s attitude.
Now he is suspected to be a clear stream in the headquarters of the stagnant pool alliance.
"What? Duke has another idea! ？” King Terenas grabbed Macaro’s shoulder with surprise.
"Er, this is an experimental weapon that has not been tested in actual combat, but my Lord said to try it when necessary." Macaro didn’t say anything to death, even though Duke’s original words were "Send those guys to kill the quartet when they are about to collapse." Macaro still cautiously reserved his room for speech.
"What is the fff group?" Lothar is suspicious. It’s not that he doesn’t believe Duke. He borrowed himself and asked Macaro to explain it to everyone.
"The amount seems to be a strange language called firefirefire? In common language, it means’ fire, fire, fire!’ Meaning "
Duke’s successor heard Rosa’s teeth hurt.
"Well, don’t say how to cooperate, just say it. Do you want me to move the position of the ballista or cannon?" What Lothar and other big bosses imagined to be able to turn the tables must be huge and terrible.
Macaro waved, "No, we have a set of preparations."
The beach front alliance is losing ground.
Another wooden fence core line of defense was completely destroyed.
Highlord Mograine killed an orc who tried to sneak up on him with a huge machete. After cutting the guy in half, he quickly looked at a defense horse and pulled over a soldier not far from him. He shouted at him, "Form a defense team! Go back to the sixth fence and tie it again! "
The soldier nodded, then raised his horn, blew two short notes, and then three long notes.
After hearing this, from the team captains to the middle-level school officers, they shouted orders at their own troops, and their soldiers staggered back while forming a small square to ensure that the orcs could not follow them.
Everything is dead when you turn around and run. If you are not careful, it will become a rout.
No matter how fast humans run when they are one meter tall, for those orcs who are generally more than two meters tall, their short legs can’t win.
The tribe tried to break through these retreating phalanxes, but the Union soldiers held their weapons tightly together and stabbed them near the orcs.
Even in the retreat state, each team set up their shield, even a piece to ensure that every powerful and heavy blow of the orcs was borne by three people at the same time.
Small shield wall moving.
The orcs keep pounding these teams in absolute numbers. If they are lucky, they can knock over these soldiers. Once they fall, there is no chance for them to get up again. The orcs will definitely come and mend their knives.
Fortunately, most Union soldiers were able to retreat to a line of defense successfully.
Looking at the sky, Mograine has a way to hide his sorrow.
"That won’t do! The entire coastal defense line will collapse before it is too late … "Looking at the sunset, Mograine is worried.
Artisans have been frantically installing fences and arranging antlers, but the new defense lines are certainly not as stable as the first few old ones. If we curb the tribal offensive before dark and turn the fighting into positional warfare, then individual soldiers will suffer, and mankind will obviously be defeated in the midnight battle
Just then, several dazzling flames emerged from behind Mograine in the middle of the battlefield.
Obviously, this is to learn something from magic mystery.
As soon as Mograine turned his head, he saw a group of private soldiers of Duke Marcus, a storm kingdom, reaching a line of defense.
It’s more lasting than the wizard’s flame, and it’s brighter and brighter. More than a dozen roads extend from the watchtower, and the flames make less than half of the battlefield burn.
The glare of the flame and the busy light make all other colors of the whole battlefield seem dim, even compared with the hidden sunlight.
Fear of flame, which is almost the original fear of all terrestrial creatures, originated from the fire in the original forest hundreds of millions of years ago. From the moment there was a forest fire, fear of flame was rooted in the genetic depths of terrestrial creatures.
The tribal crazy attack situation stagnated for a while.
Mograine finally got a chance to see the body marks of those strange alliance soldiers, which are three consecutive and identical symbols.
Fff to be continued
Chapter 322 Knowledge Power (Subscription)
No sword, no dazzling runes when magic starts.
There are strange jars.
It’s not appropriate not to say it’s strange because Mograine recognized those things-fireman’s pumps.
Fire is definitely a big city nightmare.
A whole area can be incinerated in a hot summer or a crisp autumn season. In this era of brick and wood houses, fire fighting has always been the top priority in major cities.