Chapter 436: Breaking the Siege - Part 1

In a head-on charge, few types of soldiers can compare to the might of the orc infantry.

Orcs, taller than horses, are not afraid of human cavalry. As long as they dodge the first wave of lance thrusts, even the combined impact of a human and horse would result in a fifty-fifty chance of either side killing the other.

But now, the human cavalry is charging wildly into the rear of the orc formation.

Orgrim could almost foresee the tragedy that was about to unfold.

Bolvar's warhorse was panting heavily, its hooves seemed incredibly heavy as they trampled the earth.

Of course, when an orc turned his head to look, his mouth agape in shock, what did he see?

A skewer of orcs!

Bolvar, relying on his unscientific power of the Light, transformed directly into a paladin.

It's important to know that the middle section of a lance is made of a fragile and easily broken shaft, designed to avoid knocking the knight off his horse due to the powerful reaction force after striking an enemy. However, under the infusion of the Light's power, the lance that should have broken after a single strike was used by Bolvar like a steel spear, piercing three orcs in one breath, and still charging into the enemy formation with the powerful momentum and the power of the Light.

Three, four, five... In the end, a total of seven orcs were impaled on Bolvar's specially extended six-meter-long lance.

Only after the seventh orc was pierced did Bolvar let go of the lance, which finally burst open, leaving the skewered orcs to struggle on the ground.

The moment he let go, Bolvar had already accurately grabbed the warhammer tied to the right side of his saddle. Before he encountered the next enemy, the huge warhammer had already made a full circle in the air.

An orc opened his mouth wide, either preparing to warn his comrades or to roar, but Bolvar's warhammer easily shattered his lower jaw with a downward hook like playing polo. This strike also conveniently broke his neck. The orc was sent flying, and as he fell in Bolvar's path, Bolvar rode his warhorse over him...

Behind him were the galloping knights.

The reason why knights are several grades higher than cavalry is because a qualified knight needs at least five years of training. From noble etiquette to the indoctrination of the knight's code, from horsemanship, lance skills to all-round combat skills training.

It's no exaggeration to say that the effort spent on training a qualified knight is enough to train a hundred cavalry.

It was the gathering of the elites from three countries that made up so many knights.

Almost every knight had a harvest in the first round of the charge.

They perfectly carved a huge hole in the orc formation, and the cavalry that followed up swung their long swords and war hammers to further expand the chaos of the orcs.

The entire rear army of the orcs was cut into pieces by the cavalry of the three countries.

Behind the cavalry were the infantry who were following closely. Compared to the magnificent cavalry formation, the infantry was a bit less. The 20,000 Stormwind soldiers were all there was, these soldiers who had been through the baptism of war, they fiercely swept through the scattered orcs, and stabbed each orc who turned their heads towards them.

They followed the pace of the cavalry, trying to quickly cross the entire battlefield and rush to the northeast of Lordaeron City.

"Stop them! As long as they get into the melee, it's fine!"

The human cavalry had already broken through their formation, and now they wanted to use infantry to flank them?

Orgrim was so angry he almost laughed.

Just then, the crossbow cannons in the city fired, and a rain of arrows and boulders fell on the front of the orc troops, which had become dense.

Has, Llane, and Thoras led their cavalry through the rear of the entire orc army and perfectly divided them. After breaking through the formation, they split into three groups, circled out a minimal circle, and then charged into the rear army from another breach, causing chaos in the entire rear army. There was no organized orc unit that could pose a sufficient threat to the charging human infantry.

The orcs were in chaos, not knowing what to do. But when they faced the city walls, the Alliance forces attacked them from behind, and when they turned their heads towards these cavalry, they were attacked by the city's defenders. They had not yet breached the city walls, so they couldn't retreat into the city.

If they continued to fight like this, they would only continue to bleed in the chaos.

Orgrim was inexplicably shocked!

This was beyond all orc military knowledge. Why could the human cavalry always find the weakest link in the orcs during the fierce battle and strike hard? Why didn't they attack those units that seemed to have flaws but actually had elite orcs lurking? Why...

Atop the tower of Lordaeron City, Prince Arthas was also surprised as he watched Duke, who was issuing commands next to him.

Magical communication is only suitable for fixed-point communication. In a mobile state, without spatial positioning, it is impossible to receive messages.

Duke had a better way.

"Tell Llane to turn left 30 degrees and kill that slightly earth-colored unit. That's the second-rate Iron Sand Clan of the Horde."

"Thoras, you're charging too fiercely. Damn it, you're a king."

Even as Duke was vehemently complaining, the two beautiful elven rangers, one with golden hair and the other with silver, were still madly transmitting Duke's words verbatim with their beautiful voices.

General Haduron Brightwing explained to Prince Arthas, "That's 'Wind Speech', a unique skill of the Windrunner family, which can send voices with the wind and deliver them to the ears of specific people within a few miles."

"That's amazing? Can I ask for some elves who know 'Wind Speech' to be my vassals?"

Haduron had an embarrassed look on his face, "I'm sorry, there are currently only four Windrunners who know this skill, and... they are all directly under the command of Lord Marcus."

"I see..." Arthas had a clear look of regret on his face.

At this time, the situation on the battlefield changed again.

The Alliance's cavalry circled around the rear of the orc formation and returned to the vicinity of the lake, and then the city's defenses were launched again.

Although the continuous attacks almost made the orcs lose their bearings, unfortunately, the orcs were not many in number, but they were extremely elite.

A row of the most burly orcs charged towards the direction of Thoras's Highland Knights. Thoras was cautious and charged towards the right side of the line.

The result of the cavalry charge surprised Thoras.

After losing their lances, the cavalry no longer had mid-to-long range attack weapons. Normally, no one would want to collide with a galloping warhorse.

Obviously, these orcs, who were over eight feet tall (almost two and a half meters), were exceptions. Whether they were chopping down or lifting up, their huge long warhammers could ignore the nearly one-ton weight of a man and horse combined, ignore the terrifying momentum, and instantly send both man and horse flying.