"Commander Zujin, the enemy's defense line is crumbling. Please allow us orcs and our allies to share the final glory together. [No pop-up novel website]"
Kolamal asked Zulkin for a fight in what he considered to be connotative and literary terms. After a whole day of fighting, Zuljin wanted to show the strength of the trolls to his orc allies, and Coramar was also interested in observing the fighting power of the trolls. So during the daytime battle, the trolls kept charging and the orcs kept cheering.
The sky has become gloomy. Looking from the sky to the ground, in the troll camp, the torches have been connected to form a galaxy on the ground, complementing the Milky Way in the sky.
Zuljin is determined to revive the trolls, starting tonight. Defeat or even kill Alleria Windrunner, defeat the elves of Quel'Thalas, their old enemy for thousands of years, right before their eyes.
"It's a great honor, Lord Warlord Coramar. The soldiers who have eaten will continue to attack the enemy's defense line. Now, let you orc warriors prepare. After it gets completely dark, we will launch the final attack. Use this The depth of the night buries the enemy’s hope of survival.”
Hearing Zujin's words, Kolamal kicked Zogesh again.
"Write it down quickly. Write this sentence down in my No. 7 diary. Bury the enemy's hope of survival with the depth of the night. So literary and artistic, so domineering, I like it."
"But sir, I am keeping track of your diary. Why is it your diary and not mine? And which diary is number seven?"
Zogesh scratched his bald head and asked unclearly.
"Because I am the Overseer, and you are just my adjutant. Diary No. 7 is the diary that contains aphorisms about the night. From now on, I can call it Chapter 7 of the night."
Zujin decided to pretend not to understand, turned around and continued to observe the battle.
On the other side of the defense line, humans and elves were preparing for the final evacuation.
"It seems that the trolls are preparing to end the normal battle before dawn. We are ready to let the injured go first according to the evacuation list, and then the supplies will be transported faster, and all the reserve teams will go into battle. Send your fastest Go and inform Turalyon to prepare for the response, Alleria." After finishing speaking, Carlos turned to the other commanders and said, "The trolls thought they defeated us. They thought that breaking through the defense line was victory. Come on, my Warriors, before the trolls find the treasure I buried, they still need to be tested by the Alterac people."
Carlos' witty words caused a burst of laughter.
"Fight for you. My lord"
"Henry Chette, send someone to inform the peripheral defense personnel on the northern and southern fronts to retreat on time according to the plan and don't be reluctant to fight."
"As you command, my lord."
After a short mobilization meeting, all the personnel were in place, and the trolls did not let the human and elven coalition soldiers wait, and the battle began soon.
After Carlos and his bodyguards joined the fight, the pressure on the trolls increased dramatically.
Because the fighting styles of these strong humans and elves are completely different, many trolls suddenly cannot adapt to the change in fighting styles.
Elf rangers usually shoot with bows and arrows from a distance. It is very practical for close combat. Double swords or long swords can be used to fight with a dexterous body shape. It can be simply summarized as a technical flow or a dodge critical attack flow.
The guards around Carlos were all strong men with a height of two meters, armed with iron armor and steel shields. Their fighting methods were simple and crude, in groups of three or five, blocking, slashing, thrusting with long knives, and slamming with shields. These are the tricks over and over again. But extremely sharp.
Many attacks that the elves had to roll to dodge were just ordinary attacks in front of Carlos's bodyguards with shields in hand. Privately, many guards expressed this during training exchanges. When you lift the shield and feel the impact of the huge force, you will feel the thrill of impact. If you block it, you can use your backhand to strike with a knife, and it will fly up even more.
With this fighting will, the troll suffered the disadvantage of inferior equipment. The first wave of impact was resolved by the Allies in less than five minutes, or not a single troll soldier retreated.
The strength of Carlos's bodyguard impressed all the elves, including Alleria.
"Are all your Alterac soldiers so powerful?"
Alleria stared at Carlos with burning eyes. During the break in the battlefield, she ran to Carlos and asked.
"Aurelia, although I don't care too much, you seem to have forgotten one thing."
Carlos said proudly in a haughty tone.
"Uh, what?"
Alleria didn't know why.
"I am a king, and they are the king's personal guards and the shield of the kingdom. They were easily knocked down by a bunch of trolls from the mountains. What use does the king have for them?"
Carlos' arrogant tone received an enthusiastic response from the Guards Corps. All the sergeants hit the shields with the backs of their long knives, making uniform knocking sounds that made the blood of all the soldiers present boil.
"Yes, Your Majesty, it is an honor to fight alongside you."
Alleria smiled sincerely, then retreated to her military formation, preparing for the next wave of enemy attacks.
"Did you hear that? The enemy is mocking us, mocking our incompetence. After losing four lines of defense, they are mocking us behind the last support. The people of Zul'Aman, the warriors of Amani, wash ours with their blood. shame"
Zujin's status in the hearts of the trolls was no longer that of a mortal. This troll, who was suspected of ascending to the altar, inspired the trolls' military morale with just a few words. Amid a burst of ghostly cries and howls, the troll army was ready.
"Then Commander Zujin, we orcs will attack on the left, and you trolls will attack on the right. Is there no problem?"
Kolamal asked and received Zujin's answer.
"Warriors of the tribe, kill all the enemies"
"oh"
Coramar's war cry was simple and crude, but the bloodthirsty orcs responded enthusiastically.
As a result, the tribe's army split into two torrents and charged towards the steel barrier formed by the bodies of the Alliance soldiers. Like a left hook or a right hook, it was dangerous to anger the tribesmen.
"My name is Kira Amato, who is coming?"
An orc rushed to the front. The orc shouted in extremely fucking human lingua franca and rushed towards the human military formation.
Judging from the weapons he wore, he was an orc swordmaster.
"Kira Yamato... What day is it today? I want to play Bloody Valentine, and Kira Yamato appears from the tribe."
Carlos understood the difficult orc-like common language and felt the corners of his eyes twitching.
"Aslan, kill him."
"As you command, my king."
Under the domination of the will of the universe and the king's bad taste, a human paladin named Aslan Qian met his lifelong enemy, Kira Amato, an orc sword master. To be continued.
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