No matter how skilled a man was, he could not fend off four hands; no hero could withstand a crowd. This was a truth that held everywhere.
Even if they held a faith closer to Truth in their hearts, even if they wore more advanced equipment, none of it could erase the gap between the Draenei "super soldiers" and the Horde army.
Before long, these warriors who had once been unstoppable were embroiled in a desperate battle.
Green Orcs surged at them like a tide from every direction. Though countless predecessors had shed their blood before them, these elite troops of Qi and Chu still charged the Draenei one after another.
Even after witnessing how utterly powerless their all-out strikes were against the energy shields, and how easily the Draenei warhammers and blades tore through their flesh, the Orcs still charged forward with fearless determination.
They were using their flesh and blood to drain the shields' energy.
And their plan was almost succeeding.
Among the Draenei warriors, one or two energy shields had already begun flickering erratically as they blocked attacks. Clearly, they could no longer withstand the relentless assault.
But the casters behind the warriors were in even worse shape.
With Draenei warriors and paladins standing at the front, the casters had originally been free to calmly cast all manner of spells behind them—using arcane magic to slow their enemies, shadow magic to destroy their bodies, or Holy Light to bestow blessings upon their comrades.
But now, the Orcs attacking from all sides had not only tied down the melee fighters, but dragged them into close-quarters combat as well.
These casters, who had been so well protected, could no longer cast spells at leisure. They had no choice but to divide their attention to deal with enemies who had