章 418: Chapter 418: Fierce Battle in the Palace (Part 2)
For another Warchief's guard who took the opportunity to launch a sneak attack, Bolvar, who didn't have time to retrieve his hammer, took advantage of the situation and rushed over, delivering a spinning elbow strike that most orcs wouldn't expect. It hit the orc so hard that he grimaced in pain. At the moment the orc was in pain, Bolvar grabbed the well-braided hair on top of the orc's head and pulled it down hard, disrupting his center of gravity. The next moment, his metal combat boots heavily stepped on the back of the orc's neck, making the green-skinned beast's ugly face intimately contact the floor. Finally, he stomped the orc's face into the marble floor below.
The Paladin skill [Consecration] was activated, the powerful force of the Light passed through the orc's body and into the floor tiles, creating a circular area with a diameter of five meters around him, inflicting holy damage on all creatures not protected by the Light.
Well, it also conveniently blinded the eyes of both the orcs and his own people.
"Ah—"
The orc under Bolvar's foot twitched several times before reluctantly becoming a piece of charcoal.
Several brave orcs pounced on Bolvar, all of whom were directly hammered away by the Duke of Stormwind. He was just one powerful phrase away from renaming the golden Light around him as the aura of dominance.
Of course, Bolvar was a humble Paladin, how could he do such superficial things like Duke?
Another one who was killing with great satisfaction was Sylvanas.
With Alleria and Lirath fighting Kilrogg, and Windsor skirmishing with Samuro, Sylvanas was free.
Compared to Bolvar, the Banshee Queen was the true god of death. Without being restrained by an opponent of the same level, agile heroes kill faster.
A huge hammer smashed down, and the Banshee Queen retreated half a step, allowing the hammer to pass in front of her chest by a hair's breadth. The next moment, she suddenly pounced forward, her toes touched the hammer head, and she leaped up with the help of the force.
The speed was so fast that the orc in front of her only saw a flash of green shadow, and his throat and arteries had been cut by the dagger.
Lightly standing on the body that had not yet fallen, the Banshee Queen looked down at all sides, and eight extremely strong orcs pounced at her at the same time. Outside, another eight orc warriors were waiting on the periphery.
The violent sound of the wind breaking from the huge axes and hammers, just hearing it was enough to make the guards of the Alterac royal family's scalp numb.
Sylvanas smiled lightly, but in the eyes of the orcs, it was like a dark queen standing on a mountain of corpses and laughing wildly.
The next moment, they saw the light of thunder.
"Boom—"
Sylvanas coldly stretched her hands towards her waist, where two smaller quivers hung. Inside were metal arrowheads that were somewhat inconsistent with the Windrunner tradition, and the arrow shafts were also shorter.
When the Banshee Queen raised her hand again, and her hands worked left and right to flick out five fingers, accompanied by the light of thunder, four short arrows shot out from the gaps in her slender fingers on each side.
Under her unique technique, each short arrow was wrapped in the light of thunder to form a spiral arrow that kept rotating clockwise, instantly piercing the throats of 8 orcs.
The next moment, a miraculous thing happened.
All the short arrows were mysteriously attracted by the thunder and flew to the
bowstring that the Banshee Queen twisted in mid-air.
The short arrows were shot out again, following the electromagnetic track trajectory that had just spread out in mid-air, hitting the brows of eight orcs at incredible angles from the left, left front, front, right front, right, right back, straight back, and left back.
A miraculous group attack skill!
Obviously, no one would teach Sylvanas how to use her newly acquired thunder power, it was purely her own exploration.
Orgrim's eyes were shifting!
Everywhere the battle was taking place fell into his field of vision, and it was clear that the scales of victory were tipping towards the Alliance. After all, this was the capital of a human kingdom.
Even if the number of soldiers was not large, the defense system was still quite complete.
No one was suppressing the generals of Alterac. Including Haas, several generals had freed their hands to command the somewhat chaotic troops, and began to kill orc soldiers more efficiently.
Orgrim entered Alterac under the guise of an envoy. He couldn't bring too many people in the first place. Fifty strong orcs were already the bottom line that the people of Alterac could accept.
However, now these guard-level warriors were almost wiped out by the heroes of the Alliance after a few encounters. Orgrim's heart was bleeding.
The only advantage was the Dragonmaw Clan's dragon riders.
But the Warchief had a bad feeling, because he found that the most important person on the Alliance side, the one he feared the most, was gone.
The King of Alterac was certainly important, but not enough to make Duke, the Alliance's deputy commander who needed protection himself, personally act as King Aiden's guard.
Duke's absence could only prove that Duke was seeking greater war achievements.
Orgrim had fought with Duke for so long, he knew Duke's methods very well.
In the world of Azeroth, most of the kings, commanders, and generals have a clear and distinct sense of homeland. They will subconsciously defend their important cities or resource lands.
Duke's warfare is completely different from these people.
Duke is not stuck on the gains and losses of a city or a place, what he cares more about is inflicting damage on the Horde's living forces.
Yes! Only to annihilate the Horde!
At first, not to mention the former Warchief Blackhand, even Orgrim himself did not realize it. But gradually, Orgrim found that the Horde had far fewer wounded soldiers than he had imagined.
Few wounded soldiers, of course, have the factor of orc bravery. More importantly, orcs have a good constitution, and what humans see as serious injuries, as long as they are not disabled, orcs can often recover after enduring for a week or two, as long as the food keeps up.
But there were too few wounded soldiers.
New and tender orcs, even if injured, will become veterans when they return.
Veterans endure a few battles, naturally they will become elites.
Duke's tactic of preferring to kill one person rather than wound ten, caused a gap in the growth of Horde soldiers. The Horde couldn't train soldiers, and they died quickly, so naturally the elites became fewer and fewer.
On the contrary, the humans somehow trained large numbers of weak farmers who could be beaten by a hundred Horde soldiers into elite soldiers. The exchange rate between orc soldiers and human soldiers has been declining since the start of the war.
Thinking of this, Orgrim shuddered.
"Duke Marcus, what exactly are you targeting the Horde for this time?"
Orgrim couldn't figure out the answer, but he could see that the Horde could no longer gain any advantage here.
"Retreat!" Orgrim roared,
and the Horde's heroes immediately tried to break away from the fight.
Orgrim's retreat order was a little late.
When Duke had placed King Aiden in the basement, protected by a full squad of royal guards and two court mages, Duke came to the top of the royal castle.
He saw an unexpected person.
"Jandice, what are you doing here?" Duke was astonished.
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