Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 481: More

"Hahaha!" Duke showed an admiring look as he watched Uther finally break into the orcs' formation.

No, it's not so much appreciation as it is a kind of longing for the legendary hero.

Duke actually felt a little sorry because he had stolen a lot of limelight from Uther's Twelve Paladins. Of course, for a time traveler, this apology was only a small amount.

The sky over the Burning Canyon was always covered with thick dark clouds and smoke, casting a heavy shadow and bloody color on everything below.

But now, the clouds in the middle gradually dispersed, and a pure ray of light shone straight down. When Uther attacked the tribal army, this paladin seemed to have turned into a ball of pure holy light, terrible and terrifying. Each of his attacks could break at least one orc warrior into parts.

You know, this was a combo made while the Holy Light Horse was galloping at high speed. To others, it looked like he was swinging out countless arcs of golden light, and then the area around him was clear.

As long as the other paladins were within 30 meters of Uther, Uther's holy light would also permeate around them. From the beginning of the war to now, the Silver Hand has expanded more than in history.

This was due to Duke's instigation of Lothar's full support for him, and these paladins also played the role of backbone in each legion.

They saw from afar that Uther had the audacity to charge at a tribe of more than 200,000 with only twelve men. They were all stunned, dazzled by this supreme courage.

More paladins were eager to join this terrifying charge, but Uther's paladin squad was too fast. Twelve paladins rushed into the battle, their hammers, axes, and swords bursting with their faith. Even the soldiers of the Alliance who were trapped in a circle in the sea of ​​orcs automatically dispersed to give their horses more space to sprint.

"No! Come back! Ignore that small group of troops! Keep charging!" Orgrim shouted.

Uther did not attack Orgrim directly. Once the two of them started fighting, it would not be a battle that could be resolved in ten minutes. What the Alliance needed was to curb the tide of the Horde's attack, and the best way to achieve this goal was to disrupt the Horde's formation, so Uther chose to break through half of Orgrim's guards and then leave in style.

Unfortunately, many of the orcs were enraged and turned around, rushing towards their new enemies - the gleaming paladins.

the Horde, which had been moving in a unified direction since the war began, was in disarray for the first time.

The Twelve Holy Knights' charge continued.

They had already forgotten how many orcs' blood was stained on their weapons. Gavinrad wanted to count them so that he could brag to others later, but he gave up after counting fifty.

It was a brutal battle, savagery versus fanaticism, shining chain mail versus wild tattoos and piercings.

The orcs were incredibly strong, brutal, and oblivious to their own pain; but the paladins fought back with righteous fury and full of Holy Light.

In the face of the brilliant holy light that was like the burning sun, countless orcs were defeated in one round. The price of failure was their lives and glory.

At this moment, Duke, who had lost his fighting power, suddenly whispered: "Sure enough... it's still not enough!"

"Not enough? What's not enough?" Vereesa asked.

Duke didn't need to answer. Alleria shot an orc to death with a long arrow and replied: "The Alliance is not strong enough to turn the tables!"

Alleria was right. Although most of the orcs attacking the Alliance's right wing were defeated, the orcs still had an absolute advantage in numbers overall.

Coupled with the natural physical difference between humans and orcs, in this melee, it was only a matter of time before humans were slaughtered. If humans, as the core force, were defeated, then the remaining dwarves and high elves would be in trouble.

Suddenly, Duke looked back abruptly, because he was not the only one. Many people saw Alexstrasza in dragon form flying away from the battlefield. At the same time, the equally huge Baron Geddon was slowly sinking into the lava river in the Burning Canyon.

Obviously, the two evenly matched sides gave up the idea of ​​going to war.

For some reason, Duke remembered a series of pictures that were often used in the QQ group before he traveled through time.

"Hey? Are you out causing trouble?"

"See you at XX location."

"Bring machetes and sticks."

"A carload of people is coming."

"Well...it seems that both parties have reached an agreement."

Yes! It's so funny.

Hundreds of thousands of mortals were fighting for their lives below, while the extraordinary beings who had caused great trouble to both sides of the war were walking around like a garden, leaving a mess for the Alliance and the Horde.

Alexstrasza's magical message also arrived at this time: "Duke, I have made the fire element retreat. What I also want to say is... I'm sorry for not being able to help..."

Even so, Duke still wanted to thank the Red Dragon Queen: "No, I should be the one saying thank you. At least I don't have to worry about being hit by Mana Burn again after my mana is slightly restored."

"Next time, as long as I don't violate the iron laws of the Red Dragonflight, I will be there whenever you call me." This is already a very heavy promise for a powerful being that transcends the mortal world.

"Well, there will be a chance." Duke's mouth curled up mysteriously.

Returning our attention to the battlefield, although the Paladins were still charging forward, riding their horses away without stopping as soon as a move was made, they were gradually surrounded by orcs who were hundreds of times their number. If this continued, perhaps their only fate would be to kill orcs one after another until they themselves fell.

Far behind the Twelve Paladins, the armies of the Alliance and the Horde were still fighting a life-and-death battle on this scorched land.

The deafening sound waves still washed over the eardrums of every alliance commander like a tide.

In the main battlefront, the alliance has not yet completely collapsed.

A flag with a red border, a white background and a scarlet emblem was still struggling to survive in the green ocean.

That was the Scarlet Crusade of Mograine and Abendis, and also the strongest army in the entire Kingdom of Lordaeron.

It had participated in the First South Sea War, the Silverpine Forest War, the Defense of Lordaeron City, and the Liberation of Ironforge. From north to south, its glorious legends spread throughout the entire Eastern Kingdoms continent.

He is also the greatest confidence and support of King Terenas. Even if they are very unhappy with Terenas's arrogant face, the kings of all countries have to admit that this is a legion forged by the most tenacious chivalry.

Full of glory, strong will, and never back down.

But this legion has now shrunk from 30,000 before the war to less than 8,000, and almost everyone is injured.