Carlos is playing with fire.
With 70,000 human soldiers facing off against 50,000 orcs, the alliance is on the verge of collapse.
Fear is contagious. If every human soldier is not afraid of death, will bite you with his teeth even if his hand is broken, and will spray blood on your face even if his head is broken, then there is nothing to fear from the orcs.
But the reality is that orcs are physically stronger than humans, have higher combat power than humans, and even have a stronger will to fight than humans.
Gul'dan's previous betrayal caused a huge collapse in the morale of the orcs, and the tribe began a vicious cycle from failure to failure. Every time, the orc warriors had to face the energetic superior force of humans in the embarrassing situation of lack of food and clothing.
If you can't beat it, you can't beat it.
The Horde cannot beat the Alliance.
The same goes for humans being unable to defeat orcs.
But on this battlefield where they gave their all, the orcs regained the long-lost feeling of hearty fighting.
By the time the sun turned west, although more than 10,000 orcs had been killed, the fearless warriors had killed at least more than 30,000 Alliance soldiers.
The classic battle loss ratio, one to three.
With nearly half of the casualties, the morale of the Human Alliance is already in jeopardy.
Turalyon's reinforcements were still blocked on the road. On the frontal battlefield, the orcs were almost outnumbering the humans.
The Knights of the Silver Hand are like the most dazzling light, no matter where they go. Carlos has fulfilled his oath that I will lead the charge. The sword of the king will point to the dangerous place.
Orgrim felt his blood boiling and his wounds burned badly.
Okay, it's time to end this war.
Following the order from the tribal chief, the last reserves of the tribe began to attack.
On the high platform where Carlos had been before, the observer gritted his teeth and was about to cry when the orcs launched the final offensive.
The wait is here, the wait is here!
The observer is just one of Carlos's personal guards. Apart from loyalty, he even lacks in bravery.
But just like this, the son of an Alterac wrangler ran down the stage and ran to the bonfire not far away, his hands were already shaking.
Three large bags of special tobacco materials were placed next to the bonfire, covered with a tarpaulin.
Throw these smoke materials into the fire, and strange colored smoke rises into the sky. One pack, two packs, three packs, three entangled and circling smoke pillars shoot straight into the sky like living creatures.
Orgrim was shocked. Does the alliance have a backup plan?
But one minute, two minutes, five minutes later, the orc reserve team arrived at the front line, ready to launch the final attack, but the alliance still did not change its tactics.
I must have thought too much, Orgrim let out a long sigh.
After winning, humanity has been in trouble for a long time, and the only reinforcements are still blocked on the road to reinforcements.
In half an hour at most, the alliance's collapse is imminent.
Seeing the colorful smoke column, Carlos knew that the final time had come.
Danas should have been activated. The question now is whether the alliance will collapse before Danas arrives.
Carlos didn't dare to bet on whether the orcs, who had lost the control of the frontal battlefield, would create a miracle of defeating the cavalry in a head-on battle. So you must hold on.
Just like Carlos couldn't see the scenery five hundred meters away while riding a horse, the orcs who were distracted by the battle couldn't do it either.
As long as the frontal battlefield battle continues, the orcs will not be able to deal with the surprise attack of the iron cavalry.
So how can we save this decadent battlefield?
A sentence flashed through Carlos' mind: Do you want to be a hero for one minute or a coward for the rest of your life?
Beside them, the Paladins once again cleared out a thousand-man team from the tribe and were taking a short rest.
The Holy Light is endless, but the Paladin's physical strength is limited.
Other Alliance soldiers only need to defend their positions, but the Knights of the Silver Hand are active throughout the battlefield.
When a horse is broken, he rides in pairs, and when a weapon breaks, he snatches it from the hands of an orc. The Paladin's excellent martial arts and tough defense are fully demonstrated in this chaotic battlefield.
As long as those silver-white figures appear, they can always miraculously save the morale of the alliance that is on the verge of collapse.
But every paladin is a human being, not a machine, nor a god. They will also get tired and tired.
From the time they entered the battlefield to the present, in a half-day of fighting, the Knights of the Silver Hand had wiped out at least three thousand-man teams from the tribe, while suffering less than 20% of their own damage. This is an astonishing record. One-quarter to two-fifths of the league's kills were taken by the Paladins.
High morale can make soldiers forget fatigue, but fatigue will not let anyone go.
Carlos looked at the young paladins who were in a state of excitement, their faces covered with sweat, and knew in his heart that this was the limit.
The Paladin is not a Saint, and there is no small universe that can explode. Carlos relies on the state of being filled with Holy Light to maintain combat effectiveness. Uther's unscientific Holy Light affinity physique makes him become the Nanfu battery among the Paladins. Saidan Da Sohan's superb fighting skills make his physical consumption smaller than others... Then what? There is no more.
The Knights of the Silver Hand have tried their best.
Paladins, we are tired.
"Don't move around here, I'll go to the front and take a look."
Carlos ordered Uther.
"What do you want to do?"
Uther grabbed Carlos and asked anxiously.
"Obey your orders, Knight Lieutenant Uther."
Carlos said seriously.
"but……"
Uther wanted to say something, but couldn't find the words.
"I'm going to buy you some time. You have to buy time for the Alliance and do something to let everyone know that the Knights of the Silver Hand are still fighting."
Carlos' expression was calm and his tone was sincere.
Uther had nothing to say.
So, Uther offered his blessing to King Ka.
Therefore, all the remaining paladins offered their blessings to King Ka.
Carlos, who was already full of holy light, could no longer suppress the surging holy light after accepting the blessings of his comrades. Under the blessings of everyone, Carlos' crystal clear emerald-colored holy light was diluted, turning pure white light. Come out through the body.
Silently mounting his horse, Carlos held the sword in his right hand and the flag in his left hand, and charged towards the orc army.
The Seventh Legion, with 3,917 soldiers, continues to fight at the forefront of the alliance. Currently, there are less than a hundred people who can move. The highest rank is sergeant.
Danas, leading the Alliance cavalry, turned a hundred miles roundabout. When the colorful smoke pillars rose, they were still five miles away from the battlefield.
Orgrim, full of confidence, the glory of the Horde defeating the Alliance is just around the corner.
Turalyon led a broken team to the tribe's rear formation in the chaos, and Carlos was about to face the orc army alone.
Victory and defeat, life or death, the difference is no more than the time of a song.
A hero and a sinner, everything is about to come to a conclusion.
