Chapter 320: Who Has a Solution!?

To the west of the Northern Continent, the Southshore and Northshore form a long arc, so long that it seems to have no end. To the south, it's bordered by the mountains that form the heart of the Kingdom of Gilneas, while to the north it stretches on seemingly without end.

From west to east, it feels as if the world has been divided by several vertical lines, like the undulating horizon hanging in the sky. A long, man-made green outline delineates the boundary between sea and land, with the last line being a silvery sea of people.

The waves of the sea surge towards the shore, like a plane eager to expand onto land, with the vibrant green being its vanguard. Each time the waves retreat back into the sea, they carry a terrifying crimson hue.

Shadowfang Keep, located near the sea, is like an island in the vast ocean. In reality, it's not small, but only this massive reference point can highlight how vast and expansive this battlefield is.

Reflected in the eyes of the human commanders atop the fortress towers are two armies locked in a life-and-death struggle. The high walls of the fortress block out most of the battle cries. If anyone were to stick their head out of the fortress's firing ports or iron windows, the tidal wave of sound might instantly knock them unconscious.

A green tide fills the entire coastline, made up of countless orcs. Because the Alliance fleet sank half of the transport ships, theoretically, only about two hundred thousand orcs should have reached the Southshore.

However, this figure of two hundred thousand is just an estimate.

No one knows how many of the orcs in this so-called two hundred thousand are the elite of the original ten clans, or if there really are only two hundred thousand? Or are there many orc laborers among them?

Not to mention that the humans don't know, even the commanders of the Horde themselves don't know.

They only have one command for the orcs who successfully reach the shore: "Charge towards the direction of the rising sun."

Yes, charge eastward, a simple and brutal command.

When an army's numbers are so large that they can't be described in any human language, the simplest command is the most effective.

Theoretically, the further north they go, the weaker the Alliance's defense.

But with all of Kul Tiras's warships gathered on the sea, from Baradin Bay to the southwestern corner of the Northern Continent, it's all Bloodsail and Stormwind warships. Being able to successfully land is already a victory.

In addition to the Horde's massive main ships, they also built a batch of medium-sized warships for charging. These ships, designed for close combat, also caused considerable trouble for the Alliance fleet.

In the end, Admiral Daelin Proudmoore managed to resolve all of this and began hunting down the Horde's transport ships.

The orcs piled up on the Southshore are too numerous, so much so that they can't accommodate all the Horde warriors standing on land at the same time. Tens of thousands of orcs are crowded together in water ranging from chest-deep to ankle-deep. They fill all the space, even climbing on top of each other's heads.

Any single cannonball can plow a bloody trail symbolizing death in the shallow water.

They are like an endless army of demons emerging from the abyss, ready to devour everything in their path.

Near the sea, several sections of forest separated by pre-set firebreaks have been set on fire. The flames block the Horde's advance.

However, the number of Horde orcs is so large that every moment, orcs are pushed into the forest full of deadly flames by the orcs behind them, being burned alive.

The orcs have no choice.

They have seen the methods of humans.

When the human fleet no longer focuses on sinking transport ships, those small grape-shot cannons, which scatter a large number of small iron pellets with each shot, will reap the lives of those orcs who dare to stay by the sea.

To survive, they must move forward, they must knock down everything in their way.

Setting fire in the forest can only be done once.

Burnt trees can't be set on fire a second time before they regrow.

Lothar has no choice.

In places where fire can't be set, several remaining banners of Lordaeron are struggling in the green tide. Looking at those increasingly disorganized lines of soldiers, Lothar knows very well that it's only a matter of time before they are completely submerged by the green tide.

On the front line near the beach, the famous infantry regiments of the Alliance are lined up. They are resisting the Horde's onslaught on a defense line prepared in advance, made up of antlers, deep trenches, and multiple large fences.

These are the First to Fifth Legions of Lordaeron.

The Lordaeron people's legion organization is the largest, often with no less than 20,000 people in a legion. Of course, their weapons and equipment are also the best. It's no exaggeration to say that on a flat battlefield, a Lordaeron legion can hold off two legions from other countries.

Behind the people of Lordaeron, you can see:

The First to Twentieth Infantry Regiments of Dalaran.

The First to Twenty-fourth Infantry Regiments of Gilneas.

The First and Second Legions of Alterac.

But everyone knows that if the strongest Lordaeron people can't hold on, the infantry of other countries that replace them will only be consumed faster.

In the command center of Shadowfang Keep.

"They're crazy! They're all damn crazy!" King Genn of Gilneas curses loudly.

"Calm down, Genn! If this place falls, you can still hide in the mountains. If we lose here, I won't be able to hold half of Lordaeron!" King Terenas, who also arrived at the front line early, angrily bangs his royal scepter against the edge of the heavy command table, making a loud "bang" sound.

Beyond the coastal defense line, the entire Silverpine Forest is undefended.

The Horde can attack south to the heartland of the Kingdom of Gilneas, located on the southwestern corner of the entire Northern Continent, about 300 meters above sea level. They can go directly east to reach Dalaran, located on the southern shore of Lake Lordamere. If they advance north, they can attack the slightly higher Tirisfal Glades, the center of which is Lordaeron.

Silverpine Forest is less than one-third occupied by Gilneas, the rest is Lordaeron's territory. This is one of the important grain-producing areas. It can be said that if the defense line of the Southshore is broken, it will be a heavy blow to the Alliance.

"Antonidas..." Lothar has no choice but to turn his gaze to the most capable person to change the battlefield situation, the big boss of the Dalaran military.

Because of the Horde's all-out attack, Antonidas also rolled out, bringing with him a full five mage regiments and a full forty thousand infantry. This is already his limit.

"Just now, when it was most critical, the mages used a large number of [Firewall Spells] to help the Alliance stabilize the front line. Now they have overused their magic, what they need most is rest. Otherwise, forcing them to continue fighting will only burn out their magic circuits. By tomorrow, you won't be able to use a single mage."

The mages are powerful, but they are filling the gap with their lives, what can you do?

King Terenas is obviously also desperate.

"Who has a solution!? I'll marry Calia to him!"