Chapter 279: Battle of Dunhold

The sudden change caused Blackmore to panic.
The sudden breaking of the weapon changed the form of the battle instantly.
Thrall began to press hard, and Blackmoore slowly backed away. But for a long time, Blackmore was still seized by Thrall.
Thrall took advantage of the chance that his steps were disordered when Blackmore retreated, and he straightened up his spear and suddenly pierced Blackmore's crotch, into the eye socket of the Skeletal Warhorse.
Then, Thrall twisted his hands, and the fire of the soul in the eyes of the Skeleton Warhorse was completely extinguished.
The entire horse was turned into bone powder and scattered with the wind, and Blackmore fell from his horse to sit down.
He was unarmed, sitting on the muddy ground looking at Thrall in a panic.
"No! You can't do this-I don't have weapons. It's not in the honor of an orc to kill me like this!"
Thrall hesitated slightly, but immediately pierced the spear in his hand.
The sharp spear with the violent fire element pierced Blackmore's head and nailed the death knight directly to the ground.
"To avenge the one you love is the greatest honor," Thrall said in a low voice, "Taresha, may you rest in peace."
Seeing that the opponent's commander had died in Thrall's hands, Orgrim raised his warhammer and hurriedly greeted him.
"The whole army is attacking! Let us seize this opportunity to take down this castle that detains our people in one fell swoop!"
The Frostwolf Orc blew his horn.
The low sound of the horn, along with the rumble of the drums, resounded through the entire battlefield—the ogres also came down to the battlefield with Rexxar’s cry.
After Orgrim’s hard training, the ogres are now finally able to avoid hitting their own people in battle-although their brains are still not bright, this has already allowed them to go to the battlefield. Up.
In order to give full play to the power of these big guys. Orgrim deliberately made this group of ogres only responsible for demolishing the city wall, or to attract long-range firepower by opening the city wall.
Unexpectedly, the defenders of Dunhold Castle did not appear much flustered.
After a brief moment of stagnation, all the defenders were organized.
These human soldiers had a tacit understanding, and they wore Lordaeron's standard armor. A huge tower shield is tied to his left arm, and his right hand is holding a sharp long sword, forming a neat and tidy infantry phalanx, slowly advancing towards the Frostwolf Orcs.
"This is not right!" Drunk Feng, who was watching the battle behind him, shook his head silently, "It seems that these guys seem to have been prepared, and it is definitely not Lordaeron's training."
Lordaeron’s soldiers have also seen Drunk Wind—the worst-quality soldiers in all human countries are not just for fun. Under normal circumstances, the soldiers of Lordaeron would never use weapons like tower shields, and shields that were too heavy were really not suitable for them.
And these well-trained soldiers in front of them were obviously not like Lordaeron's own handwriting.
When these soldiers approached, Drunk Wind finally discovered the problem.
The eyes of all soldiers are blue—not the normal blue that is as clear as water, but the blue that flashes under the armor. This is the color of the dead.
This is the death knight! Although they looked like half-finished "death knight trainees".
"Damn! How many death knights are this!" Drunk Feng couldn't help exclaiming, "Although it looks like some defective products, I'm afraid the Frostwolf Orcs are going to bleed heavily!"
This time the main attack is the orcs and the ogres, and the ogres have already rushed up first-the price of wanting this group of big guys to turn back in the battle is even more than a defeat!
Imagine a group of bad-headed guys catching someone and hammering someone, the scene is simply terrible!
Orgrim also found the problem, but since it was impossible to look back, he simply told the orcs to charge with all their strength—"loc’tarogar! Charge with me!"
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After the two sides fought, Zhanhu unexpectedly fell into a stalemate.
The fighting power of the Frostwolf Orcs far exceeds everyone's imagination.
In Drek'Thar's hoarse war song, the Frostwolf Orcs took their Frostwolf companions and swarmed forward.
If the group of half-finished death knights of Dunhold Castle are combined to form a strong shield, then the fighters of the Frostwolf clan and the Frostwolf are like raining spears all over the sky.
Facing the neat, seemingly impeccable phalanx, the Frostwolf Orcs showed their patience when hunting large prey.
The orcs in the front spread out to both sides as soon as they touched the square-everyone was looking for opportunities in the movement.
As long as the trainee death knights in the phalanx reveal even the slightest flaw, the surrounding orcs will rush forward and tear him to pieces with their sharp weapons.
In addition, the stone fist ogre acts as a meat shield to defend against the long-range strikes from the city wall. After a violent pull, the Frostwolf Orcs actually took the upper hand!
This kind of tacit understanding without losing wild cooperation. Admiral Dalin, who was watching the battle from behind, frowned-the Frostwolf Orcs were completely different from other incomes.
In the orc wars, because the orcs are affected by the blood of the devil, although they are more than brave, but the cooperation is severely insufficient, humans can often rely on his shortcomings to create some opportunities for themselves.
In the latter part of the orc war, the orcs in the sequelae of the demon blood were sluggish, and the human counterattack was very smooth.
But this time is completely different.
These Frostwolf Orcs ~EbookFREE.me~ are not only brave in combat, but also know how to cooperate in small areas very well. Although it seems that they have not undergone extensive training, some shamans command the overall situation with their war songs, and in general, the orcs are also very difficult to suffer.
Dai Lin had already begun to treat the Frostwolf Orcs as her imaginary enemy - and as a result, with the exception of a few elite troops from the Alliance, most of the troops were unable to face such orcs.
For a moment, Dai Lin even wanted to kill these orcs directly here, because this kind of calm orcs was really terrifying.
But then Dai Lin smiled and shook his head.
After prolonged contact with Logosh, Dai Lin also had a preliminary understanding of the orc shamanism.
Dai Lin understood that if he was bloodthirsty and warlike, orcs would easily lose the blessings of the elements. And without the blessing of the elements, it is impossible for the orcs to achieve such a combat effect!
In other words, if the orcs want to start a war, the shamans are the first to refuse!
While Dai Lin was thinking, the form on the battlefield gradually became clear. (To be continued.)