"Three kilometers southeast of the fourth defensive position, at an altitude of 4,770, a large-scale shadow reaction has been detected. The spell model has confirmed it to be the Shadow Gate. The second impact is expected to start in one minute and thirty seconds!"
As the detection spell constructed by the mages was triggered, the camp was filled with people. Read novels on Dao.com
Although the rain of hellfire is terrifying, it cannot be defeated by one or two new weapons in a well-prepared alliance.
Lothar, his think tank and mage advisors have worked out a theoretically feasible response plan after a lot of discussions and simulation tests. If the second Hellfire impact is expected, it will not cause too much panic. .
With a large number of trenches and ravines, dense pits to block horses, carefully laid out artillery positions, prepared mage commandos, and boxes of fire resistance potions, Lothar has made all the preparations he can think of. .
In the face of the huge power of the collection of countries called the Alliance, it is impossible to make mankind surrender simply by relying on the power of hellfire. Orgrim also knew this very well, so he never thought of replicating the glory of the Battle of Whitewater River. When a secret weapon is no longer a secret, it is just a weapon after all.
Hellfire is certainly terrifying, but its movement is slow, its intelligence is low, and its shell will shatter when its magic power is exhausted.
Orgrim felt that he could see it, so it was impossible for his old rival not to discover it.
So in front of the position where the warlocks summoned the Shadow Gate, the 10,000 orcs in the first attack wave were already eager to try.
“After all, it is people who determine the outcome of a war!”
"The brave orcs are the cornerstone of the tribe!"
When the first Hellfire fell from the sky with a thick black flame tail, similar thoughts flashed through the minds of the supreme commanders of the Alliance and the Horde.
"Wolf Cavalry, charge!"
Orgrim swung his war hammer, and with a thundering war cry, the orcs took the lead in launching an offensive.
"For the Alliance!"
Even though the huge noise caused by the hellfire falling to the ground beat like a drumstick in the hearts of the soldiers, the fearless slogans still shook the world along with the determination to resist.
I wonder how many more mothers will lose their children. How many children would lose their fathers? Lothar stood high and watched the tribe and the alliance collide like two torrents, with his heart as steel. But it was dripping with blood.
Fighting against the fire of stone with flesh and blood, even victory is worthless.
Viewed from the height of the command post. The soldiers at the front of the array were as big as ants, and the Hellfire was only half the size of a fingernail.
Lothar silently blessed all the warriors fighting for survival and freedom, and then issued the most indifferent orders.
"Send the 386th Regiment to conduct a counterattack on the right side. Don't let the orc wolf cavalry take advantage of the chaos to enter."
"As you command, Marshal."
Glancing at his new herald out of the corner of his eye, Lothar turned his attention back to the battlefield.
Heroes of the Alliance, it’s up to you.
Lothar decided not to think about Uther and the others again if the Grand Army failed in the battle. Even if the Orcs' Hellfire Launch Site is destroyed, it won't help, so let's deal with the war at hand first.
Just as the new round of battle between the Alliance and the Horde was going on vigorously, the two elite troops composed of the Alliance's high-end combat capabilities had already set out for three days and two nights and traveled more than 200 kilometers.
Long-distance marches consume a huge amount of physical energy, and long-distance forced marches are even more destructive of the will.
You don’t know what’s waiting for you ahead, you don’t know when you can reach your destination, you don’t even know if you can come back.
The only things that keep you moving forward are glory, loyalty and faith.
"Uther, two more horses are out of power. We can't run like this anymore."
Tirion Fording frowned and said to Uther during the short break that the team was not in good condition.
As the elite of the alliance. From being doubted by everyone to becoming the hope of the Alliance, the Paladins and the Knights of the Silver Hand have proven themselves with their military exploits time and time again.
Wherever there is crisis, there are Paladins; Wherever there is fierce fighting; wherever there is fierce fighting, there are these scarred veterans.
Even though the Paladins have physical strength and recovery abilities that far exceed those of ordinary people, years of fighting still leave these Alliance's most determined warriors physically and mentally exhausted.
No complaints, no regrets, a guy who can join the Knights of the Silver Hand as a formal member will never be defeated by suffering. But the idea is one thing, the reality is another.
Tirion Fordring was worried about whether everyone would have enough physical strength to face the tough battle after arriving at their destination.
And if too many war horses are lost. There will also be problems with the mobility of the troops.
Although Tirion Fordring is not afraid of death, he is also ready to sacrifice his life in this battle. But this army is probably most of the essence of the Knights of the Silver Hand, and Tirion Fordring does not want to sacrifice fearlessly.
"Tirion. These don't matter. If the horse loses its strength, let it go, and if the members fall behind, they will be lucky. Although our doctrine instructs us to never be greedy and never give up, in the face of the mission goal, personal gains and losses are insignificant. One or two Paladins It cannot help the Alliance win the final victory, it cannot destroy the Orcs' Hellfire Launch Site, it will only cause more lives to disappear under the steel and flames."
Uther's words were very harsh, even inhumane, but he knew that Tirion Fordring could understand what he meant. The reason why people are disgusted with high-sounding words is usually due to double standards, because the person who says it is not qualified to say it. But Uther thought so in his heart, said so in his mouth, and actually did so. He was not afraid of anyone's questioning.
"I'm not afraid of sacrifice or death. I'm worried that such a high-intensity march will wear down everyone."
Tirion Fording was a little angry and his brows furrowed even more.
"I understand, I know, my old friend. But in two days and three nights, we still only walked two-thirds of the way. In order to avoid the orc patrols, we have to make another big circle. The second time The Hellfire Shock is inevitable, but our actions can directly determine whether the third Hellfire Shock will occur."
Uther's expression softened, with a hint of helplessness and more worry.
"Tirion, you know, I don't know how I did it in the White Water River. I fought three hundred hellfires alone. If you ask me to do it again now, I'm afraid I can't do it. Although I feel that Something sprouted, but I couldn't tell. Tirion, every member of the Knights is like my brother, and I wish I could fight on behalf of each of them. But I can't, I can only do so much on my own, Victory can only be achieved if everyone works together."
"Uther, your eloquence is really bad. Although you convinced me, I was very angry when I heard you speak."
Tirion Fordring left Uther's side very unhappy.
Time is life. How come I don’t understand this truth, but can the value of life really be measured by quantity?
After a brief interlude and a long march, on the fourth night, Uther and the paladins he led finally arrived at their intended destination.
"It seems we have found the right one. Look at the sky. Those disgusting evil energies have polluted the color of the sky."
Uther looked at the wooden walls on the high ground and the patrolling orcs, and watched the hellfires, led by the warlocks, enter the shadow door that connected the void, and clenched his fists tightly.
"Alessandro and I are going to investigate the orc defense. You can organize everyone to rest and prepare."
Tirion Fordring winked at Alessandro Mograine, then named a few people around him, and left the woods where he was hiding.
When we set out, there were 347 paladins, all equipped with horses. Now, only 313 people and 214 horses are left.
For the comrades who could not keep up, the paladins could only leave food and water bags and let them find their own solutions.
For the horse that fell to the ground without force, the rider could only take over the saddle and bridle with tears. He could only leave it to fate whether he could survive.
Uther knew that Tirion had an opinion about him, but he didn't care.
Paladins are not reckless berserkers. Knowledge and knowledge are also the source of strength for Paladins.
Although the mages swore that the explosives they prepared would be miraculous against portals and hellfire, Uther had reservations.
"I will never be greedy, and I will never give up. Old man, I am not a cold-blooded butcher. On the contrary, I love you all, even if it costs me my life."
Taking out his holy book, Uther opened the pages and looked at a certain sacred spell structure diagram for the last time.
[Holy Light Bomb], the straightforward name of this spell hints at Uther's determination, holy light is life! (To be continued.)
