The clash of Holy Light and shadow, and the sacrifice of the two priests, cleared out the defensive line that the enemy had once again filled.
The Infernals capable of threatening the teleportation matrix were also destroyed in an instant.
But the situation of those who remained did not improve much because of this.
There were simply too many Orcs.
Since entering the battlefield, this squad had killed more than a hundred enemies.
But they had also paid their price.
At this very moment, only a lone Draenei could barely remain standing before the teleportation matrix.
The armor covering this Draenei Vindicator had long since been battered beyond recognition in the fierce battle. The energy stored within it had been completely depleted, leaving it unable to maintain even the slightest shield.
Worse still, he himself had already suffered grievous injuries. The worst wound was on his face—a swift, vicious strike had cost him one eye.
He was in such terrible condition that he could barely fight any longer.
Before him stood an army of countless thousands.
Even so, he resolutely raised the battle-axe in his hand.
This simple movement was incredibly difficult for him, yet when the Orcs saw it, they could not help but take two steps back.
The battle just now had shocked them with the power and valor of these "super soldiers." Their ability to fight one against ten, along with their determination to lay down their lives to protect what lay behind them, had planted a trace of fear in the hearts of these cold-blooded, crazed warriors.
However, once they noticed the weakness of this sole remaining warrior and realized that he could no longer unleash the terrifying destruction from before, the green tide immediately surged toward him once more.
The sweeping army did not make