Chapter 311: The Dragon Rider of the Horde

No soldier would dislike a commander who always takes the initiative and predicts the enemy like a god.

This means greater victories and fewer sacrifices.

Those terrifying shadows approached at high speed, diving down from the clouds at extreme speed, their huge bodies carrying a terrifying aura.

Before the true face of the attackers could be seen, a hot breath had already descended from the sky. The turbulent flow was filled with the flames of death, falling on the bait crossbows, not only did the huge crossbows instantly shatter, but also large areas around them were engulfed in raging flames.

In everyone's heart, it was as if a distant howl from the ancient chaos of millions of years ago had risen. This scream came from the distant history of the world of Azeroth, from a chaotic world where humans did not yet exist.

This is the declaration of a terrifying existence that has been at the top of the world's food chain since ancient times. The terrible pressure from the higher beings easily pushes everyone's soul into the darkness, destroying every bit of reason left in their hearts.

Breathing, stagnated due to terror.

The heart, after contracting into a ball due to extreme tension, forgot to relax.

Blood, frightened to surge and rush everywhere. Along with it, all the senses on the body such as vision, hearing, taste, and smell temporarily disappeared.

Everyone was blinded, almost forgetting themselves, falling into a white confusion.

In a secret base converted from a cave, a blonde figure was also extremely nervous, she unconsciously pressed her hand on her own towering peaks. However, soon, her once pale face flushed with excitement.

Her gaze followed those fast-moving huge figures, like a hunter locking onto her prey, staring at this scene, as if afraid to miss any small details.

It was hundreds of red dragons rampaging over the positions of the Stromgarde people. They flapped their wings and stretched their necks, venting destructive flames over the entire land. Their golden eyes were like huge amber balls, and their black vertical pupils carried a kind of pressure unique to higher beings.

She seemed to see their reluctance, their resistance and anger, but for some magical reason, they had to obey the commands of the despicable and vulgar orc riders on their backs.

Dragons are naturally proud, it is hard to imagine that they would allow any creature to ride on their backs and act arrogantly. Not to mention the orcs that have already made them show expressions of hatred.

The situation greatly exceeded her expectations. Despite the disgust, despite looking like they wanted to turn their snake-like flexible long necks and bite the dirty green skin on their backs to death, every dragon obeyed the orc's command, and no dragon broke free from the insulting, saddle-like binding tool.

What happened to the red dragon flight that once joined forces to defeat the Burning Legion ten thousand years ago?

What made the proud dragons submit to the small orcs?

Is it some mysterious power?

Her curiosity was about to explode.

In another shelter, a woman with a similar face to the woman just now, but with a more gorgeous and wild beauty, had the same question.

However, she looked at the problem from a different angle, she paid more attention to the enemy itself. These red dragons looked terrifying, but the biggest luck is that there are no real dragons among them.

Yes! Those that live over a thousand years, truly grow up, with a wingspan easily exceeding 10 meters, possessing powerful magical abilities, and having a strong body superior to other young dragons, the most terrifying existence.

Don't look at these red dragons in the sky as if they are very powerful, compared to real dragons, they are far behind. Whether it's magical ability, melee ability, or wisdom...

The beautiful woman, of course, is Alleria Windrunner. The moment she received the news that the Horde's transport fleet was dividing its forces, she was forcibly teleported here by Duke, using the magic she hates the most.

For this, Alleria was a little angry. That terrible space journey made her feel sick.

Now she knows why.

She also understands why Duke repeatedly emphasized that it's enough to just kill the enemy's cavalry.

Damn, Duke definitely knew something.

"Stinky boy, can't you just tell me straight? Every time it's so mysterious." Alleria spat fiercely, hating someone a little.

Windrunners have a free-spirited nature, as the most mature and stable eldest sister, Alleria still takes into account the overall situation. Turning her head, she looked at Jandice Barov, who had been urgently called here today.

"Miss Barov, I'm counting on you."

Jandice nodded calmly.

Alleria whistled, and the sound of the wind flowed out: "Are you ready?"

The echo of Sylvanas came from the wind: "Who do you think I am?"

That voice, just like a proud warhorse ready to charge!

"Then... go!"

The flames spewed out by the Dragon rider army were too many and too fierce, the entire area was rolling with flames like a sea of fire, and more turbulent currents carrying a blazing golden light descended from the sky, making the waves of this sea of fire rise even higher.

At this moment, over a hundred elemental fluctuations attracted the attention of the Dragon rider army.

Human mages?

In the sky, Zuluhed, the chieftain of the Dragonmaw clan who was riding the largest red dragon, squinted his eyes. He let the red dragon under his crotch hover in mid-air, trying to find those damn human mages in the bird's eye view from the sky.

In any case, human mages are rare, and they are the kind of troops that can threaten the dragonmaw clan. Not to mention a mage group in formation.

After Orgrim Doomhammer purged the Shadow Council, the Horde indeed became more united and there was only one voice left. Conversely, the Horde became lacking in magic practitioners.

Almost every chieftain was asked by Orgrim Doomhammer to prioritize killing the other side's mages.

Zuluhed was disappointed, let alone mages, he couldn't even see a moving human below. The humans who were usually very arrogant all became turtles with their heads shrunk.

"Hmph!" Zuluhed signaled, one of his subordinates immediately let the red dragon mount descend, diving into the strait, while raising a huge special battle flag.

This is the signal.

The orc transport ships that had been stationary outside the range of the catapults suddenly moved, the peons rowed hard, trying to get the transport ships to start again, trying to cross the strait faster.

On the other hand, at the southern end of the Thandol Span, a group of orc troops also began to charge. They obviously wanted to take advantage of the cover of the Dragon rider army, rush over as soon as possible, and open up this most convenient and fast invasion channel.

The Horde's attack went smoothly, the sudden appearance of the Red Dragon suppressed all resistance from the humans, until a green arrow appeared.