Chapter 380: The Fall of the High Elves - Conclusion

At this point, the High Elves' mage group was suppressed by the two-headed ogre mages. The terror of two-headed ogres, born with the ability to cast multiple spells simultaneously, was a bitter experience for anyone who faced them. This wasn't a simple matter of one plus one equals two. It was a catastrophic event for an elf to face a twin mage that completely surpassed the concept of mental induction.

Two heads, both casting spells simultaneously, was bad enough. But they were smart enough to have one head use fire or frost magic to attack you, while the other head directly used something like "Earth Spike" for physical attacks. The combined attack of multiple attributes, along with perfect coordination, often allowed a single ogre to suppress three or four elven mages of the same rank, leaving them no time to attack the charging orc main force.

The Spellbreakers, experts in disrupting enemy spellcasting, arrived at the front line, but their effect was not good. Because the two-headed ogre mages were casting spells with two heads at the same time, often using two completely different magic circuits. The Spellbreakers could only inhibit one circuit at a time.

Unfortunately, those freaks could use more than one circuit, resulting in the Spellbreakers' effect being very poor. They probably only weakened the enemy's combat power by less than thirty percent.

The sharpshooters could indeed shoot arrows through the gaps in the orc warriors' armor, hitting vital points. Unfortunately, there were too few true sharpshooters, and even if a few orcs fell occasionally, the orcs behind them would instantly fill the gap.

The elven blade throwers were also madly pouring out their triangular spinning blades, which would definitely plow a bloody path through the orcs if they hit. The problem was that many orc elite squad leaders were mixed in the charging troops. Some of the more impressive ones could even use heavy weapons to directly deflect the spinning blades shot by the blade throwers.

At this moment, Kael'thas and the elven high command finally understood what Alleria meant by the "green tide". The enemies in front of them seemed endless, giving a sense of powerlessness, as if no matter how many they killed, they could never kill them all.

Unfortunately, at this time, the Red Dragon Legion, driven by the Dragonmaw orcs, emerged from the massive fog.

The orc armored infantry, covering the mountains and plains, easily drowned the elven infantry line. The elves' beautiful but thin armor was shattered in mid-air as their owners were sent flying.

The troll spear throwers, who had replaced their bird guns with metal spears, easily killed Silvermoon City's precious Spellbreakers with their greatly increased spear throwing power. The Spellbreakers' elongated kite shields seemed too small and thin in the rain of spears.

The formidable two-headed ogres, unopposed at the front line, used their unimaginable strength and agility, which surpassed people's concept of ogres, to quickly dismantle the arcane constructs into scrap parts.

The mountain giants roared and howled, but their clumsy movements were ineffective against the Gronn, who were not much weaker in strength and even more agile. Each Gronn had an orc sitting on a chair nailed to its back, controlling the Gronn's movements with iron chains. Those iron chains were connected to a series of iron rings embedded in the Gronn's arms - cruel, bloody, but effective. As long as the iron chain was pulled, the semi-tamed Gronn knew to turn or dodge.

Unless the elven rangers could kill those drivers, these enslaved Gronn were the most terrifying war machines.

However, this was not easy, as each driver was an orc from a small clan strengthened by the Storm Altar. They often had wind shields to protect them. Arrows shot directly at them were destined to be deflected by the wind.

This was a war where they were being suppressed on all fronts.

In almost every aspect, the elves were being beaten by the Horde.

In the center of the battlefield, one of the elven banners was particularly conspicuous.

On the red background was a golden flame, the symbol of the Eternal Flame Legion. This was the first infantry legion established by the high elves after they migrated from Kalimdor.

It had participated in the founding war, the first defense of Silvermoon City, and the Troll War three thousand years ago.

Back then, even when facing the formidable first legion of the Amani Troll Empire, the elite trolls, who were three times their number and considered themselves invincible, were defeated before them.

The founding king of Quel'Thalas, Dath'Remar Sunstrider, once said that this was a legion that truly inherited the pioneering spirit of Quel'Dorei (high elves), forged by an iron will.

With an unyielding fighting spirit and undying will to fight, they could definitely fight to the last soldier on the battlefield.

But now, this legion was almost completely annihilated.

While the left and right wings were beginning to collapse, not a single elf among them fled.

They did not lose to their will, but to the new era. They were still stuck in the old world's way of fighting, and they lost to the stronger, better-equipped Blackrock Clan.

The few remaining banners didn't last long in the green tide. In the blink of an eye, they were completely engulfed.

Watching an orc raise the broken banner of the Eternal Flame, Kael'thas on the command platform collapsed on the spot.

His pale lips muttered, "It's over! It's all over!"

The Eternal Flame Legion, which his father had temporarily transferred to him for his expedition, was wiped out in less than ten minutes in the battle against the Horde.

How could he face his father now?

The legion was annihilated, and the banner was taken. Anyone with a slight understanding of the high elf military system would understand. The Eternal Flame Legion had completely disappeared from this world.

Its once glorious reputation and all its brilliant history were wiped out from this land the moment the orcs took the banner and covered it in shame.

Kael'thas almost succeeded in committing suicide!

A slender female mage threw herself at Kael'thas. She was Grand Astromancer Solarian, a staunch supporter of Prince Kael'thas.

"Your Highness! Retreat first! Quel'Thalas cannot be without you! Otherwise, the royal bloodline will be cut off! We retreat first, and we can win back later!"

More of Kael'thas's loyal followers rushed up and held Kael'thas tightly.

When the retreat signal was raised on Kael'thas's command platform, the entire elven line collapsed like an avalanche.

The elves cried out, wailed, dropped all their weapons and equipment, and turned to run.

The most taboo thing on the battlefield is a rout. Especially when the enemy's speed is not inferior to your own, a rout is a nightmare.

The orcs laughed and smashed the elves who stayed behind to resist into a pulp.

The trolls laughed madly, pinning one slender elf after another to the ground with the metal spears provided by the orcs. Watching the dying elves writhing on the ground like frogs waiting to be dissected, the trolls vented their hatred that had accumulated for thousands of years.

The bloodthirsty trolls naturally continued to chase the elves, while the psychologically twisted trolls began the most inhumane slaughter, slowly tearing these human-like beauties, one by one, into pieces.