Chapter 435: The End of the Blademaster - Part 2

Unfortunately, Samuro was caught. Six flares were fired instantaneously, forcing him and the accompanying blademasters to reveal themselves.

"Flare": A common skill of hunters and rangers.

This is not a skill that can expose stealthed rogues and blademasters by simply firing a light and heat-emitting flare. It has nothing to do with science or physics.

The "Flare" contains the extension of the ranger's willpower.

Is something distorting the light?

Is there an invisible creature displacing the air?

Everything becomes exposed under the "Flare" that embodies the ranger's willpower. Therefore, there is always only one flare at the same time for hunters and rangers.

Now, it's six top rangers firing flares at the same time.

If there were two fewer, perhaps Samuro would still have a chance to escape. Unfortunately, there were six, covering all directions, north, south, east, west, up, and down.

The moment the green, robust figure was illuminated, Samuro stopped. His muscles were still strong and full of power, his body still looked incredibly fit, but everyone knew his weakness.

He was a hero in the eyes of the Horde, a thorn in the side of the Alliance, a nightmare for the kings...

Unfortunately, all of Samuro's fame will become history in a moment.

"Hmph!!"

"Ugh!"

The blademasters who had just been repelled back into the ice dome made their last groans in life. To avoid disturbing Samuro's last chance to escape, they tried not to interfere with Samuro, even in death.

A single tear slid down Samuro's resolute face from his left eye.

Without any words, he ignored the six elven ranger heroes around him, just looking up at Duke on top of the magic tower.

Duke sighed.

He admired Samuro's courage, regardless of faction, purely out of respect for Samuro's spirit.

Unfortunately, admiration is admiration, understanding is understanding, this does not mean that Duke will abandon the human position, to kneel and lick a hero of the Horde.

The enemy's hero is my enemy.

Duke also said nothing, made a chopping gesture, and heavily brought it down.

"lok-tar-ogar!"

Victory or death!

The loud roar is the epitaph of the orc blademaster hero Samuro!

On the other side, taking advantage of the temporary suppression of long-range attacks on the city wall by trolls and orc blademasters, Orgrim launched another attack.

More orcs surged up, they brutally smashed all the protruding ice spikes with their huge war hammers, then ignored the dwarf gryphon riders who often flew over for raids in the sky, stepped on the corpses of their orc comrades, and launched a more fierce attack on the city wall.

Arthas, who had just left the city wall, returned to the city wall surrounded by guards. Although he was not on the front line, his appearance greatly inspired the soldiers. Similarly, the generals who came from all over the city with their soldiers also replenished the line well.

"Warriors of Lordaeron, raise your weapons, let those despicable orcs regret their daring to wage war and invade our homes."

Seeing Arthas, who was not far behind him, raising his two-handed sword, Duke had a sense of déjà vu, as if he was seeing the future Lich King raising "Frostmourne".

Arthas, who saw Duke's arrival at the reminder of his guard, had an excited and nervous blush on his face: "Deputy Commander, Lordaeron needs more reinforcements!"

Duke gave a slight bow, "As you wish, Prince."

On the Horde side, Orgrim was roaring.

"Where are the ogres? Haven't the ogres arrived yet? How many people do we have left behind?"

Zuluhed answered, "The ogres are too slow, they're still stuck on the mountain path. You know, apart from the two-headed ogre mages, no one can better command those fools."

"And our people?"

"The mountain path is too narrow, we have at least two more clans of people behind."

When the Horde calculates the number of people at the legion level, it often uses a large clan as a unit, meaning ten thousand people per clan.

"Tell them to hurry up."

To achieve the greatest surprise effect, Orgrim almost ordered the vanguard to attack as soon as they descended the mountain. In fact, without Duke, the Horde had already entered Lordaeron City and entered the meat grinder state of street fighting.

At this time, three bright red signal flares shot into the sky.

Orgrim's bad premonition became stronger.

At the far end of the battlefield, near the shore of Lake Lordamere and between the Alterac Mountains, a large cloud of dust suddenly appeared.

The sound of galloping hooves that reached the sky shook the entire battlefield.

To be honest, because of the terrain, the Horde didn't have many opportunities to fight with human cavalry. This doesn't mean that Orgrim doesn't know the terror of cavalry.

In the initial battles in Elwynn Forest, the Horde warriors also encountered cavalry. The scale of the cavalry was not large, in Orgrim's eyes at the time, this was the only troop type that humans could compete with orc infantry.

"Not good!" Orgrim cried out in surprise.

The timing of the cavalry's arrival was too cruel. It was just when the Horde was pressing on all fronts and could not spare any effort.

On the southeast side of the lake, three large battle flags fluttered in the wind.

The orange flag of the Alterac Mountain Hawks.

The red flag of the Stromgarde Highland Knights.

The blue flag of the Stormwind Kingdom's Golden Lion.

No one expected that before the fall of Alterac, Duke had already called in the Highland Knights and the Royal Knights of Stormwind. Now, after joining General Has's Hawk Knights, there were as many as 2,500 knights and 7,000 cavalry gathered here by the lake.

They arrived at the battlefield from their hiding places, and after quickly deploying their formations.

The three generals stepped forward.

"For the fall of Alterac!" General Has closed his own face mask.

"For the blood debt of Arathi Highlands." King Thoras Trollbane of Stromgarde held his lance.

"For the destruction of Stormwind and the wrath of the kingdom!" King Llane Wrynn of Stormwind raised his sword high.

"Charge!" Duke Bolvar Fordragon took the lead, opening the way in front. He was like a spear, holding the war hammer in front of him.

He spurred his warhorse, and the horse, in pain, rushed towards the orc army at high speed.

Most of the orcs focused their attention on the city wall. This white-painted city wall was surprisingly sturdy, and only had a slight depression under their fierce attack.

Only a few orcs heard Orgrim's orders, turned their heads, and tried to stop this flood of horses and riders.