Chapter 437: Siege (below)

There are only a handful of equestrian knights, such as Thoras, who can escape the fatal blow and counterattack.
The cavalry's charge brought down a lot of orcs, but there were new fighters to fill these vacancies immediately. The orc troops lined up in three neat rows and began to march toward the Alliance Cavalry, ing them back. They were forced step by step towards the lake.
Don't look at the fact that these orcs have only three thin battles. On the basis of the horror of a single soldier capable of crushing the Alliance Cavalry, even if it is only three ranks, it is not possible for the Alliance Cavalry to break!
After the battle began to stabilize, the infantry of the alliance was also severely impacted by the orcs coming from the Chinese army, and for a moment he fell into a quagmire.
As soon as the goal was reached, half of the remaining orc soldiers continued to attack the city. They crossed the ice crystal forest and stormed the city wall, and soon they ran out of stones, oil, sand, and other things that could be used for defense.
Orcs can now safely climb over the walls. The orcs smiled over the city walls with a wicked smile and climbed up as far as possible. Most orcs were pierced or shot down by the magic arrows of the elven ranger before they reached the wall, but some of them climbed up the wall and began to attack the guards.
Arthas never thought that the orcs' siege to the siege was so terrible. It was only recently that they had put out their first wave of attacks, but more orcs came over.
The orcs' bodies piled up and provided some cover for the orcs when they climbed the wall. They stepped on the companions' bodies and even used their companions' bodies as shields to withstand the continuous rain of arrows and magical attacks from time to time.
The orc's offensive was terrible. Often, as long as one orc climbed the wall, it would cost five to six Lordaeron soldiers to kill it.
Urban defense has once again become precarious.
"It won't work like this!" Arthas shouted to Duke nervously, "His commander-in-chief, Lordaeron will collapse first this afternoon, and we need reinforcements!"
Duke laughed, touching the bloodstained helmet of Arthas as an elder.
"His Royal Highness, although I am not much older than you, but military, I am your predecessor." Duke's smile somehow, it seems that Duke is proud. He said extremely forcefully: "The true king or commander never defeats the enemy on the battlefield."
"What !?" Arthas froze.
"The real commander will have all the cards needed for victory before the start of the battle. The so-called battle is often just a play."
"what!?"
At this moment, Duke was full of the unparalleled momentum of pointing the country. The mysterious self-confidence lingering on him made everyone feel like: As long as Duke has only a little finger, even thousands of tribes, even the one that destroyed several countries, is known as the world The ferocious division of the nightmare will die in an instant.
For a moment, Arthas froze.
Halduron Brightwing and Lor'themar Theron, two new ranger generals Mu Li, were on the spot.
Both Aurelia and Windysa by Duke were short of breath.
Everyone stared at Duke's action, and saw that he proudly raised his left index finger, pointing flatly to the northeast horizon.
A banner appeared in the direction of Duke's fingers!
A series of infantry with silver helmets and silver armors was pacing out of the horizon, and behind them was the sunlight, which made them look like an army out of the era of mythology.
The long gun held up was like a forest, and the tip of the gun reflected the dazzling sunlight.
Somehow, every soldier remembered the era when human beings were unified under a banner for the first time in human history, awakening them from their ancestors and passing on the distant legend of more than 2,800 years.
It was an era when all human clans fought side by side.
It was an era of splendor and brilliance, with invincibility as the end of every battle.
The only answer is like imprinted in the soul, imprinted in the genes of everyone.
What's that answer?
Arathor Empire!
The greatest human empire!
At this moment, every minute and every second, on this battlefield, there is a greater organization of Lordaeron.
One side, two sides ... dozens, hundreds, and hundreds of alliance flags fluttering in the wind suddenly appeared on the horizon! Look at the momentum, there are more than 100,000 people?
The soldiers began to speed up and trot on the battlefield. They held their heads high and their gun tips were tilted in rows.
A silver-white wave appeared on the battlefield. They were galloping, apparently all infantry soldiers, but condensing a terrifying momentum.
These soldiers, clearly have a clear outline of human features.
Everyone looked away, but because of the brightness of the sun, they put a golden light on their faces.
The faces became blurred, the weapons on their hands were dazzling, and each face became deified. They seemed to have become an army of heroes who came out of distant history and fought again for humanity.
"It's ours !!!"
"Brothers of the Griffins."
"Reinforcement is here!"
"Long live the league!"
Every fighter in the bitter battle suddenly burst out with greater strength and stronger momentum. The momentum that had just been suppressed by the tribe rose again, which in turn suppressed the tribe.
Orgrim's brownish red had faded, and he knew he had to make a decision.
The attack was unfavorable, and was attacked by the Alliance forces. If he is given enough time, he may still be able to help around, and eat one or two alliance divisions in the field first.
But now, instead of falling into the siege, it has become a tribe.
Orgrim's fierceness is only a little over 30,000. Now that the Alliance's troops have surpassed the critical point that the Horde can bear, it is likely to collapse if it fights further.
Just then, Zuluhed brought even worse news to Orgrim.
"Chieftain, there are a lot of warships on the lake on the south, with the flags of Dalaran and Gilneas. It is less than half a day away from us."
"Fucked." Orgrim's mouth was bitter.
Originally Orgrim dared to storm Lordaeron, just to make a time difference. In the Lordaeron main force did not return before the capture of Lordaeron. In Orgrim's vision, Lordaeron's army should return first, and Grom's 100,000 tribes arrived later. The coalition forces of Dalaran and Gilneas, which are further south, should have arrived at the latest.
But now, the Alliance has used their original advantages on Lordaemir to mobilize ships to send reinforcements to Lordaeron. In this case, the troops in Lordaeron will exceed 200,000 in one day, even if combined with Grom's troops, they will still not be able to win.
Thinking again and again, Orgrim finally shouted the bitterest word in his mouth.
"Withdraw" (To be continued.)
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