The Sea's Sovereignty floated Anjing in the air.
Robbie, Vanessa, the Black Dragon Princess, and others stood on the deck, looking down at the impending battle below.
"There are so many Orcs, at least two hundred thousand!" The Black Dragon Princess couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, then said disdainfully:
"I knew it. Nozdormu, that bastard, was secretly helping the Orcs, using too much spacetime power, driving himself insane."
Although Orgrimmar is said to have a population of 250,000 to 300,000, it is home to multiple races, and the old, weak, sick and disabled among the Orcs must also be included. Even though the Orcs almost universally soldiers, their usual military strength is only 30,000 to 40,000.
An army of 200,000 is a rare sight in the history of Azeroth.
At the forefront were the Orcs axe throwers. Due to the Orcs' lack of ranged abilities, these axe throwers mainly used axes. They wore light black leather armor, with four throwing axes at their waists and two short-handled axes on their backs.
After throwing all four axes, the enemy will be close enough to engage them in close combat.
Behind the axe throwers were the Orcs spearmen, followed by the giant axe Legion, the sword and shield Legion, the heavy wolf rider regiment, and so on.
At the center was Vol'jin's location, where the Warchief's personal guard, a group of Fel Orcs with blood-red eyes, protected Vol'jin. They were Orcs who had drunk the Blood of Mannoroth and still maintained their sanity; each one was an elite soldier chosen from among hundreds.
The Fel Orcs are not afraid of pain; once they enter battle, they fight to the death, using any means necessary to kill their enemies.
Behind Vol'jin lay the small, insignificant Darkspear Horde.
On the flanks of the central Legion were the wolf riders, feared by the Orcs. There were two types of Orcs wolf riders: one was a heavily armored unit that firmly protected the main force, and the other was a large number of lightly armored cavalry distributed on the flanks of the army.
Sagulos Saurfang and Gordo Nazgrim were positioned on the left and right flanks respectively. Both were clad in heavy armor and rode the strongest Frostwolf Clan. They were locked in a fierce battle, each eager to make their mark in the fight.
"Indeed, this is a powerful army; this is the true strength of the Orcs." Vanessa nodded, her tone exceptionally solemn.
The Black Dragon Princess, however, remained unconvinced, proudly declaring, "How dare such a Legion dominate Azeroth? Our Black Dragon Dragonflight will wipe them out in no time."
Robbie pondered the comparison between the Orcs Legion and the Kingdom of Stormwind. Two hundred thousand Orcs soldiers would require at least one million human soldiers to have the strength to fight against them.
The Kingdom of Stormwind doesn't have that many troops; the Orcs have indeed been plotting for a long time and have kept their scheme very well hidden.
A loud horn sounded, and Vol'jin slowly raised his hand.
The 200,000- Orcs Legion began to move, first the axe throwers at the front, followed by the spearmen, while the lightly armed wolf riders on both flanks advanced slowly, coordinating to encircle the enemy.
The Orcs Legion was not advancing quickly; they needed to build up their momentum.
In his entire life, Vol'jin had never commanded a war of this scale.
For an army of 200,000, morale is of paramount importance. The Tauren must be annihilated in one fell swoop. If morale is affected, a crushing defeat is inevitable.
Vol'jin wasn't in a hurry. He needed his army to adjust its formation and spread out. The Orcs were known for their ferocity, which was a double-edged sword, and Vol'jin didn't want to hurt himself.
Cairne Bloodhoof raised the Runed Spear in his hand, his expression initially solemn, but then replaced by a look of madness.
In a normal battle, the Tauren must also build up their momentum before Charge, then form a battle formation and divide their forces to meet the Orcs wolf riders on both flanks.
But the crazed Cairne chose an unexpected fighting style, launching a direct Charge.
The Tauren Legion was less than one-twentieth the size of the Orcs, but Cairne seemed completely unconcerned. The Tauren infantry quickly bypassed the slowly advancing Kodo cavalry and charged directly into the Orcs central army formation.
A cloud of dust rose from the ground as the Tauren roared in fury. Their anger, their slain Tauren, fueled their hatred. Under the influence of the red nematodes, the Tauren collectively descended into madness.
Vol'jin was slightly taken aback. In his memory, Cairne was a competent commander. How could he have acted so irrationally?
The Tauren were getting closer, and the sharp horns of the Orcs axe throwers in front were already visible.
At this distance, with such a dense Charge, even random throws would hit their targets. The Orcs axe thrower took a deep breath and, at the commander's order, swiftly hurled four throwing axes.
The Tauren at the forefront were riddled with throwing axes, but these injuries seemed to have no effect, as they continued to roar and charge towards the Orcs center.
The axe-throwing commander was stunned. He hadn't expected the Tauren to be so powerful; they were unlike any Tauren had ever seen before.
The Tauren Legion, their eyes bloodshot, charged into the Orcs center, followed by a bloody close-quarters battle.
Vol'jin sat firmly in the center, observing every corner of the Battlefield through Troll magic.
As expected, these Tauren were different from others; they seemed to have forgotten pain, and their fighting power was astonishingly strong.
It was just too crazy; madness can't bring victory.
Fortunately, everything is under control.
The axe throwers were merely bait, and were some distance from the spearmen behind them.
Vol'jin immediately relayed the order, and the wolf riders on the left and right began to flank the Tauren army.
In Vol'jin's eyes, the assembled Tauren army was like a tempting cake.
This cake is too difficult to swallow in one bite; you have to cut it into pieces from the edge.
The wolf riders employed this tactic, carefully flanking the outer perimeter of the Tauren Legion, ensuring that the number of Tauren that were separated each time was small, and then eliminating them with several times their strength. The wolf riders made full use of their mobility, and the Orcs Legion's numerical advantage of dozens of times allowed them to take turns completing the flanking mission.
The axe throwers at the front quickly couldn't hold out, and the long spearmen behind them took their place.
The battle on both flanks was exceptionally fierce. The Tauren surrounded by Orcs fought with extreme bravery. The dry land of Durotar was quickly stained red with blood, becoming muddy and littered with the remains of Orcs and Tauren.
Vol'jin was amazed by the Tauren's terrifying fighting power, which was indeed completely different from before.
Preliminary calculations indicate that it would take the lives of more than ten Orcs soldiers to kill a single Tauren.
It's important to understand that while Tauren are stronger than Orcs, their biggest weakness is their large size, which makes them cumbersome to move around in.
In a one-on-one situation, Orcs have little chance against Tauren, but if several Orcs surround them, the Tauren have no chance of winning and will be quickly defeated.
But the Tauren of today are completely unafraid of pain; blades and axes strike them as if they don't exist. They have become more powerful and can easily tear Orcs apart.
The wolf riders on both flanks continued to charge and cut through, and the Tauren Legion shrank continuously like a peeled onion.
The Orcs were in high spirits at this moment, and the two Orcs generals had not yet entered the Battlefield.
Vol'jin nodded. Although the casualties far exceeded expectations, the current situation told him that the Orcs Legion had won.
He looked up at the Sea's Sovereignty in the sky, secretly pleased with himself. His previous worries were completely unnecessary; there was no chance for the Alliance to participate.
The Tauren Legion was surrounded before it could fully deploy, a terrible move by Cairne. That old bull, driven to madness, clearly lacked wisdom.
The earth-shaking sound of war drums resounded.
Sagulos Saurfang Gordo Nazgrim, the two Orcs commanders, led their elite troops into Battlefield.
Their target was Cairne Bloodhoof, the Tauren leader who had returned from the dead.
The Corpses of Orcs were piled up like mountains around Cairne Bloodhoof, but even someone as brave as him would tire, especially since his body was already covered with wounds of all sizes.
The opportunity to make a name for yourself has arrived.