Chapter 150: Paladin's Might

"Hellfire!"

From the periphery of the battle circle, Garin saw the scene at the center of the battle and recognized the warlock's iconic summoning skill, as well as another one that summoned fear guards. In his mind, he silently used the Heart of Origin to command the fifty priests he had arranged in Lothar's central army, asking them to find opportunities to use dispel skills.

The priest's dispel can eliminate all magic effects within a certain range and cause a lot of damage to summoned creatures. This skill has many uses, such as dispelling invisible units, etc., and dispelling is the most effective means to fight against various summoned units.

It just so happens that Hellfire is the summoned creature of the warlock!

At this time, Garin began to order acceleration, and it was time for the knights to start charging.

The appearance of Hellfire caused heavy casualties to the Vanguard Army, and even directly wiped out an entire phalanx. Seeing this, Lothar knew he had to take action. He could not allow these stone men to continue to rampage through his own formation with impunity.

"Maddie, find a way to get rid of those big rocks!"

"Army attack!"

Lothar held his Great Royal Sword, lowered the visor on his helmet, and the horse began to accelerate. The distance of one hundred meters passed in a flash. He led the remaining members of the Iron Horse Brotherhood to slam into the orcs on the side of the phalanx.

Lothar's strength was not to be underestimated, he was really fierce. The Great Royal Sword was a heavy sword that could be wielded with both hands, but at this moment he used it as a one-handed sword, swinging it left and right among the orcs, and he could hardly defeat any of them.

Soon, the area around him was filled with orc corpses. In the stalemate battle, the commander's orders had lost their effect. Now it was just a matter of which side would give up first.

Medivh followed the entire army to attack. After approaching a Hellfire, a blue light shot out from his hand and hit the Hellfire directly. The Hellfire struggled for a while and fell to the ground. Then the green flame went out.

Just as Medivh was about to approach the next Hellfire, a shadow arrow shot from behind and hit him in the back!

call out!call out!

Medivh flashed twice to a distance of fifty meters, successfully avoiding the sneak attack. He put on various shields for himself, turned around and searched carefully. A team of orcs surrounded a tall orc and appeared at the edge of the battle formation. Long demon horns grew on both sides of his head!

"demon?"

Medivh murmured to himself that the orc invasion was related to demons, and this matter could not be resolved peacefully. He wanted to capture the orc spellcaster alive and get the truth from him.

The human supreme wizard is serious. He wants to meet the orc spellcaster.

Later, the priests followed Lothar's team and quietly approached the Hellfires. The wizards followed the priests and helped clean up the scattered orcs who tried to approach. Dozens of ice arrows and fireballs directly killed the orc soldiers.

After approaching a hellfire, the team of priests and wizards directly dispersed it. The hellfire was extinguished as if a raging fire was sprayed with a fire extinguisher, and it turned into stones scattered on the ground.

Then move on and continue approaching the next one.

Lothar charged left and right on the battlefield, and his personal guards behind him followed him in a charge. Orc warriors were beheaded, disemboweled, and their weapons were cut off and kicked away. The legendary Lothar was unstoppable.

At this moment, it had only been half an hour since the two armies engaged in hand-to-hand combat, and the combined casualties of the soldiers on both sides had reached over a thousand. It took almost three human soldiers to replace one orc warrior. This nearly three-to-one casualty ratio made Lothar heartbroken. This first large-scale battle with the orcs made him worried.

Boom! Boom!

The heavy armored knights led by Garin have arrived. After a period of acceleration, their speed has reached its peak. Garin is riding a warhorse at the front of the team. Behind him are Uther, Dathrohan, Danas and Tirion. The five of them form a sharp knife, and the knights behind them form a sword blade. The infantry just now were a bright silver steel torrent, and Garin and his heavy armored knights charged, and with the red edging on their armor, they were an even more majestic red torrent.

Led by Garin, the knights always brushed past the orcs' back row, piercing through only a small number of orcs each time, separating them from the main orc army, and then they were harvested and eliminated by the knights swinging their broad-bladed swords.

Just like cutting a cake, cut a small piece along the edge each time, destroying the orcs' manpower bit by bit, while avoiding rushing into the center of the orcs' battle formation and being unable to escape.

The other knight troop led by Gavinrad was the elite of the Iron Horse Brotherhood. He also followed suit, constantly cutting the edges of the orc team, then going around in a circle and continuing. For a while, the performance of the two knight troop was quite impressive.

The orc warriors in the back row screamed in anger, their faces became even more ferocious. They tried to block the knights' charge, but were knocked away. Their chests caved in, and they vomited blood. It was obvious that they were dead.

"Warlock! Warlock, use magic to organize those cavalrymen!"

In fact, there are also hundreds of orc wolf riders in the camp, but the main role of the wolf riders is harassment and pursuit. If the impact force is compared with that of human heavy knights, then the wolf riders may die together with the wolves.

A team of orc soldiers came forward, protecting a dozen thin orcs. They were wearing dark robes and holding long staffs in their hands. The most conspicuous thing was that there were many black spikes on their backs, and small skulls were strung on the top of the spikes!

Warlock!

Kill them!

Garin pulled the reins, adjusted the direction of the warhorse, and prepared to destroy these orc warlocks.

A group of demon guards, more than three meters tall and nearly four meters tall, appeared in front of Garin and his men, holding battle axes. They rushed towards Garin and tried to organize them.

The warlock behind them began to chant spells, preparing to cast!

Seeing this, Garin shouted loudly: "Paladin! Prepare the exorcism! Release!"

The holy light spell was directed at the faces of the demon guards. The demon guards were like being splashed with sulfuric acid and were beaten back step by step by the sacred attributes of the holy light.

"Disperse, use Holy Wrath!"

Garin commanded the team again, a golden light burst out, the demon guards were instantly killed by these high-level paladins, and the venue was directly cleared!

To the north of the battlefield, on a peak in the Redridge Mountains, a peeper was watching the battle between humans and orcs below with great interest, commenting from time to time.

"Oh my! Medivh is being chased and beaten by an orc warlock!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Lothar has 58 heads. Not bad! He is still strong and vigorous!"

It was not until the knights led by Garin entered the arena that this person muttered to himself: "Red armor? They don't look like people from Stormwind City?"

Then Garin and his men burst out with golden light, instantly killing all the demon guards. The man's expression finally changed!

Seeing him, or should I use the word she, she gnashed her teeth and growled in a low voice: "Paladin! The Paladin who showed up early! Little bastard, I finally found you. You made me cross the Palatine Gulf and stand in a blizzard on the top of Dun Morogh for two days. You pissed me off!"