Chapter 451: Layer Upon Layer, Part 2

In the chaos of battle, the humans' combat power was negligible.

The cries of joy from the orcs were instantly silenced.

Another wooden wall, another group of rangers, another batch of mages, and another field of 'mines'.

This situation was driving the orcs mad.

But did the orcs have a choice? Several kilometers away, the sounds of hundreds of thousands of people in fierce battle were clearly audible. Every moment they delayed, more orc brethren fell in battle.

Although the minor chieftains thought it would be best to let Grom's Warsong clan break free on their own, the ferocity of the orcs made them single-minded once they stepped onto the battlefield.

The centurions shouted, urging the orcs following them to charge more fiercely.

"We've broken through! We've broken through the humans' wall!"

The cries of the orc warriors at the front line were filled with joy. However, Orgrim, who had already pressed to the outer wall of the initial camp, didn't seem to share the frontline warriors' joy.

"It's too thin..."

The Warchief spoke as if he were a novice orc soldier, grumbling under his breath in dissatisfaction for not being able to satisfy his lust for slaughter.

Saurfang understood his leader's meaning. The defensive formation set up by Duke should not have been broken so easily.

After all, Duke Marcus was a master of super defense who had made hundreds of thousands of Horde troops drink hatred in Stormwind City, Southshore, and other places.

"There will be another wall immediately."

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, a messenger from the front came to report that there was indeed another wooden defense line.

With agility that didn't match his physique, Orgrim climbed a human arrow tower that had not yet been toppled and looked over at the human camp.

He thought he would see the interior of the human camp.

The Warchief was disappointed.

The Alliance had clearly used some kind of magic. Above the latest wooden wall, a thick fog rolled like a soup of unknown material boiled by a mage, making it impossible to see through.

Magic!

Again, magic!

This non-aggressive magic obviously wouldn't cost the mages too much mana, but it effectively gave Orgrim a sense of defeat.

How many wooden walls did the humans have?

"If this one is breached, there might be another one."

Orgrim's ominous premonition was realized in less than fifteen minutes. At this moment, Orgrim finally understood Duke's sinister intentions.

"The despicable Duke Marcus—he doesn't have many soldiers at all!"

Orgrim finally guessed correctly.

All of Duke's forces added up to just over eight thousand, and less than five thousand were actually engaged in battle. Not only were there not many soldiers deployed, but there were also not many mines.

Orgrim thought that Duke was so extravagant that he had really filled the entire camp with "Life-Taker 3000" mines. This was actually an illusion.

At this moment, behind the wooden wall where Duke was, nearly a thousand new soldiers were busy laying mines. They carefully placed the mines on the ground and then covered them with grass and dirt. And they were all following Duke's orders, laying mines according to the direction of the Horde's breakthrough.

They wouldn't lay a minefield more than a hundred meters.

Next to Duke, Alleria, Lirath, and Vereesa were resting, wiping sweat and drinking water.

Duke asked, "Tired?"

Alleria responded with a confident smile, "Just a bit more intense than a warm-up."

Duke glanced at the rangers under their command. Although they hadn't reached the point of exhaustion, their physical exertion was obviously not small.

Duke had set up so many defensive lines to exhaust the vigor of Orgrim's elite forces. If they didn't rotate, what would it mean if their own side exhausted their strength first?

At this time, a magical message came. It was from Anduin.

"Duke, how are things on your end?"

Looking at the excited yet slightly nervous Anduin in the magic mirror, Duke responded with a smile that all the Alliance high command called mysteriously confident.

"Yo, Anduin, for today's battle, I've been preparing eighteen layers of hell, oh, eighteen defensive lines for Orgrim since day one. Unfortunately, the Horde isn't trying hard enough. They've been fighting for so long and have only reached outside the sixth line."

Duke shrugged, with a 'don't blame me for not being serious, just blame the Horde for not being strong enough' look, making not only Anduin laugh, but also Alleria beside him.

Alleria's charming demeanor had Duke entranced.

Anduin facepalmed: Having a capable girlfriend is convenient. Even if she's in the army, no one would dare to say anything against Duke.

"Cough, cough." Anduin pretended to cough.

"How long do you need me to hold out? Three days or a week?" If Orgrim heard Duke's words, he might be able to anger the Warchief to death.

Now it was Anduin's turn to be a bit embarrassed. He had pulled so many troops from Duke and still let Duke do the hardest and dirtiest work.

Anduin quickly said, "No, no, no, if you can hold off the Horde for another two hours, that would be great. Of course, if you can hold out until this evening, I can guarantee that not a single Horde will escape."

Anduin's progress was indeed smooth. With the three-sided army encircling, the Horde seemed to be just struggling to survive in Anduin's view. If they could let the Horde's Western Army escape in an organized manner, then their Alliance elite would seem too stupid.

The only variable was on Duke's side. If Duke couldn't hold on, then Anduin could only prepare early, killing as many as possible.

Now that Duke's side seemed as relaxed as a picnic, Anduin was relieved.

To reassure Anduin, Duke even showed him the scene of the battle. Indeed, not many elves were injured or killed, and the deaths were overwhelmingly on the Horde side.

After turning off the magical communication, Duke rubbed his brows.

"Alright, my Alleria, you might soon have to test your and your subordinates' endurance."

"Hm?"

"After all, our enemy is the most intelligent beast. It's not easy to be a good hunter."

"No problem, I love challenging tasks." Alleria was full of confidence.

Duke did reassure Anduin.

If the Horde's leaders were really that brainless, the Alliance wouldn't have to fight for so long, so fiercely.

The opponent was Orgrim!

After breaking through the fifth layer, Orgrim stroked his chin.

"Saurfang, take ten thousand men and attack from the swamp."

"But..."

"There are no buts! I suspect the swamp is a fake."

Saurfang did as he was told.

Twenty minutes later, Saurfang led ten thousand Horde warriors to the north.

However, as soon as they approached the swamp, they encountered an impenetrable fog and a real swamp.

Duke had specifically arranged a team of two thousand city guards and two ranger squads to cover Marian's mage group. According to the direction of the Horde's attack, they directly cast "Fog Spell" and "Swamp Spell".

Unable to resist the

Alliance's magic, the Warchief was frustrated. He then immediately ordered the Horde attacking the main camp to split into three routes and attack simultaneously.

As a result, they encountered swarms of "wisp spirits"...