Chapter 152: End of the Battle

"The enemy is ashamed of me, go and take off her clothes!"

After the knights ran over the warlock, Galen shouted on horseback, saying something that Uther and the others could not understand.

Although they could not understand what their commander said, it did not stop the knights from being delighted. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that they had wiped out the enemy's spellcasting troops. What a great achievement!

Just as Garin was about to turn around and continue attacking the orcs in the back row, he suddenly remembered that the warlock had a skill to create soul stones, which could preserve his own and his teammates' souls. Even if they died, they could reinject the souls into their original bodies to achieve the purpose of resurrection.

Although I don’t know if every warlock will use this spell, but what if?

"Shhh!" Pulling the reins, the warhorse made a 180-degree turn. The 500-man team of heavily armored cavalry once again rolled over the orc warlock's body, doing this three times back and forth. Garin was in a good mood.

With this body like pulp and these broken limbs, hey, even if you want to be resurrected, I suggest that your soul find another body to live in!

The knights charged again, aiming for the rear of the orcs! Thanks to Garin who led them on a long journey from the Scorching Canyon to Elwynn Forest, a distance of nearly a thousand miles, they were familiar with the ability of this long-term continuous charge.

The Iron Horse Brotherhood led by Gavinrad also had remarkable achievements. While Garin and his men were crushing the corpses of the orc warlocks, they had already cut through dozens of orc troops, and thousands of orcs died under their iron hooves.

Although the knights had a good record, the infantry suffered heavy casualties. First of all, their strength was not as high as the knights, and then they attracted the attention of the large orc army, which created good conditions for Garin and his men to charge.

There were originally several rows of battle formations, but now only two or three rows were left. After the tower shields were destroyed by the violent orcs, they rushed into the battle. Although the sword and shield soldiers quickly blocked the gap, the spearmen inside suffered heavy casualties.

Although the orcs had a low armor rate and only simple protective gear such as shoulder armor and skirt armor, they paid a heavy price when facing fully armed human soldiers. However, their tenacious vitality allowed them to always take away a soldier in the counterattack before death.

By now in the battle, most of the spearmen's weapons had been broken by the orcs, and they had no choice but to use their spare short blades to engage in close combat with the orcs.

This increases the death rate of the infantry. When the orcs get close, perhaps only the tauren warriors can suppress them. Although the troll warriors are tall, they are not strong enough.

There are three most exciting battle circles on the human side. The first is the Iron Horse Brotherhood's personal soldiers led by Anduin Lothar. With Lothar as the spearhead, he wields the Great Royal Sword in his hand and swings it vigorously. With trustworthy brothers behind him, they only need to kill forward.

In addition, there were only members of a few small orc clans in this camp, and there was no high-end combat force to curb Lothar's momentum, so the orcs were all going to be killed by Lothar.

The second place is the vanguard commander of the Lion Legion. Garin doesn’t know his name, but that doesn’t stop him from admiring him.

The main formation he was in was like a reef on the sea. Facing wave after wave of green orcs, it always stood firm and commanded with confidence. At the same time, their battle flags were held high, constantly attracting the scattered human soldiers to gather together. Originally there were dozens of phalanxes, but they eventually gathered into a large defensive formation, attracting all the orcs.

The last group was the nobles' private soldiers. Under the leadership of the current Duke of Fortaggen, although more than half of them had died, they still did not retreat a single step, because the nobles who had retreated in the face of a battle had been killed by the hot-tempered Duke.

In this regard, Garen admired the Duke very much. The Duke should be the future regent or even the biological father of the third Lich King Bolvar.

Not everyone has the courage to make such a decisive decision. Most of the nobles' private soldiers are children of nobles who want to gain experience. It would be fine if they died in battle, but if they were beheaded for deserting the battlefield, although the nobles would say that the killing was a good thing to avoid tarnishing the family's reputation, it is hard to say whether they would hate the Duke behind his back.

There are only more than a thousand of the more than three thousand noble private soldiers left. After the test of time, they are all elites. Both their willpower and strength are already first-class.

These three battlefields were like meat grinders, strangling the orcs' manpower. Although their own casualties were also considerable, the number of people on the Stormwind side was greater than that of the orcs, and the balance of victory had begun to tilt towards the human side.

After Garin charged and cut the orcs for who knows how many times, there were not many orcs left on the field. In the end, under Lothar's cleanup, all five thousand orcs were killed.

And the leader of the warlocks, Galen recognized as Teron'gor, Gul'dan's apprentice and the future first generation Death Knight, Teron Gorefiend.

This legendary warlock, who was just a beginner, overestimated his own capabilities and went to cause trouble for Medivh. He was knocked away by Medivh's magic and fell into the mountains in the north.

Medivh did not continue the pursuit, but returned to the battlefield to help Lothar clean up the remaining orcs.

The orcs, having lost their top combat power, were unable to turn the tide, but their natural bravery, coupled with their bloodthirstiness and rage after drinking the demon's blood, allowed them to fight to the end.

Seeing that Stormwind was on the verge of victory, Galen asked Uther and the others to stay and clean up the battlefield, while he took fifty high-level knights to the mountains in the north to try to track down Tarongor.

Are you kidding? A legendary soul is right in front of me, and has been beaten to low health by Medivh. If I don’t seize such a good opportunity, when will I take it?

To the north of the camp was a forest at the foot of the Red Ridge Mountains, and to the south was a swamp. Soon they arrived at the edge of the camp.

"Search in groups of five!"

Although Feng Lin was not captured, Jialin did not want to give up the fat meat at his fingertips. What could be more interesting than killing the enemy, collecting his soul, and finally summoning him to fight against his former friends?

The Lich King has a lot to say on this point.

Oh my, this idea is so beastly!

Garin and five others also entered the woods. The forest was not very big, and after a while they heard the shouts of a group of knights, obviously they had made a discovery.

When Garin arrived, he only found a human-shaped deep pit, but Tarongor's figure had disappeared.

The bloodstain disappeared under a tree.

At this time, Jialin seemed to sense something and shouted to a big tree in the north:

"Who's there!"