If viewed from high altitude, one would see an extremely bizarre sight —————— a green 'torrent' was rushing straight toward a white 'dam.'
Lothar, standing at the very front of the team, only had his eyes visible outside his shield. He looked at the enemy in front of him with firm resolve. When the enemy was about to reach them ——————
"Prepare for Impact!!"
"Bang!!!"
Accompanied by a huge roar, several human soldiers were immediately thrown back, but the soldiers behind them quickly rushed forward to plug the gap. Without a doubt, everyone present knew that once the defense line was breached, death awaited them, so no one dared to relax.
But just at this moment, a series of strengthening or restorative abilities like 'Power Word: Shield,' 'Power Word: Fortitude,' 'Renew,' 'Lesser Heal,' and 'Prayer of Healing' were cast upon the frontline warriors.
Undoubtedly, the powerful support ability of Priests was unquestionable, but their fragile bodies and lack of defense were unsuitable for the battlefield. This usually resulted in Priests being placed in the rear or in second-line units. However, the Eredar Priests standing behind Lothar clearly had no choice now.
But after weathering the first wave of impact, the others behind immediately compensated with attacks.
Long spears thrust straight out from between the shields. Without a doubt, Orcs, especially green-skinned Orcs who had drunk the demon blood, possessed stronger bodies and recovery abilities, but the spearmen's goal was not to kill them, but to inflict wounds. Although it is said that hurting one finger is better than breaking ten, the situation was special now. What they needed more was to maintain the line, so wounding was more important. After all, with everyone crowded together, a half-dead Orc warrior at the front could not walk away, which would allow them to hold out longer.
The archers standing further back did not hesitate to draw their bows and fire in a parabolic trajectory.
The front was entirely filled with Orcs, so no aiming was required to hit them, and the fatigue caused by drawing the bowstrings was gradually recovering with the help of the Priests.
Undoubtedly, although fragile, this front line was temporarily maintained.
And just at this moment, everyone noticed a small shadow appearing above them. Then, they saw Lancer, holding his lance, somehow running across the tents and leaping into mid-air ——————
「Earth-Shaking Thunder Hammer (Dà Dì Hōng Léi Chuí)」
Accompanied by the activation of the skill, Lancer, holding his lance, dropped from the air right into the middle of a group of Orcs.
The ground cracked, and countless ice spikes blossomed from the fissure. Several Orcs were instantly impaled by the ice spikes, and a large number of other Orcs were also injured.
This skill was derived from that unidentified woman wearing armor, but Lancer had learned after some practice that he was not proficient in the 'Thunder' attribute, so he took the liberty of changing the element to 'Ice.' It was undoubtedly quite effective.
It was a waste of combat power for Lancer, who excelled at offense, to stay in the back. So, he simply stood at the very front of the battle line. After all, Lothar was right behind him, and under the other party's cover, he could retreat if the situation went sour.
As his 'points' increased, Lancer also looked into the distance with a serious expression. Although the incident was sudden, he believed that person should know what to do.
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Khadgar, high above the Dark Portal, had a clearer view of the Orcs' situation, but he hadn't expected Lothar and the others to launch a 'rescue' at this time.
But thinking about it, this seemed to be the only option available, so he simply raised the 'Atiesh' in his hand and began to chant.
Khadgar's strength was initially only moderate, but whether it was thanks to the staff or the help of the staff's previous owner, immense magical power began to gather...
It was fortunate, in a way. Due to Gul'dan's tyrannical actions, the Shamans in the current 'Orc Horde' did not participate in this expedition, and the only spellcasters in the entire camp were 'Warlocks.' They had already gathered around Gul'dan when he was suffering from headaches and later fell unconscious. By the time someone noticed the huge magical fluctuations and tried to warn Blackhand, it was already too late.
Cold sweat dripped constantly from his forehead, but Khadgar held the staff with both hands, his expression resolute.
He knew the situation of his allies down below. At a time like this, he had to provide support.
Although he might seem a bit unreliable normally, when it came to serious matters, he was a trustworthy comrade. Garona gripped her dagger, cautiously observing the surroundings, until ——————
"Blizzard!!"
As huge blocks of ice constantly fell from the sky, his body began to tremble. There was no doubt that the spell had been successfully cast. Now, he only needed to continuously input magic to maintain the channeling, but he was already reaching his limit.
"Snap~!"
Khadgar, kneeling on both knees, had one side of his face turned white from the concentrated Ice magic that had gathered, and his lips had turned blue. But even kneeling there, he refused to let go of the staff until ——————
"Thud~!"
Unable to support himself any longer, he fell to the ground while holding the staff. Garona, standing by his side, immediately rushed over and hugged the ice-cold Khadgar. There was no doubt that forcefully casting such a large-scale spell had nearly frozen him solid from the intrusion of the Ice element, even with the help of the staff.
But even so, he still muttered three names under his breath.
'Lothar,' 'Lancer,' and 'Garona.'
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The giant blocks of ice falling from the sky not only caused massive casualties to the Orcs, but in the short minute-long 'Blizzard,' at least dozens of Orcs were crushed to death, and the bodies of other Orcs suffered varying degrees of frostbite.
Lancer, on the other hand, was like a fish in water, even utilizing the Ice elemental magic summoned by Khadgar to strengthen himself.
"Poof~!"
"Poof~!"
...
The lance in his hand continuously swung, occasionally impaling an unfortunate Orc before violently flinging it away. Behind him, countless ice spears rose up, piercing the Orcs who attempted to sneak attack him. Sometimes, Lancer could even find an opportunity to hurl a gigantic ice spear, and the Orcs hit by it were often pinned directly to the ground.
On the surface, the battle looked favorable, but Lancer and Lothar's faces both held clear anxiety.
They knew the Blizzard was definitely support from Khadgar, but the cessation of the Blizzard meant that the mage was likely completely exhausted of magic, or perhaps even ambushed by the Orcs. Either way, the other party was powerless to support them further, and although the battle line was still holding, no one knew how much longer it could last.
Earlier, Lothar and Lancer had hidden on the hill, trying to find potential reinforcements from Stormwind City, but they were afraid to search widely due to the Orc presence. However, according to Lothar's estimate, reinforcements should have arrived by now. It was likely that they hadn't found them due to similar caution. And now... no one knew how much longer this potential reinforcement force would take.