In the blink of an eye, the fierce battle atop the city walls had continued for an hour.
For this bloody struggle, the Horde had already committed its tenth thousand-man force, while Draenei casualties had long since exceeded three digits.
Under such bombardment, the Draenei rangers simply could not shoot calmly, and the damage they inflicted on the Horde was limited.
Even for the populous Horde, losing so many elites from the great clans was painful.
Thus, aside from elite troops, the Horde had begun sending ordinary warriors, troops from smaller clans, and even slaves to man the artillery.
Not everyone in the Horde was so brave.
At least, that was true of these ordinary warriors and small-clan soldiers, while the slaves were even less willing to die for the Horde like this.
But they had no way to retreat, because the battle supervisors' great axes were waiting behind them.
So their only option was to slack off and stall. Many lingered beneath the walls, unwilling to climb onto those walls—the land of death.
This threw the Horde's formation into disarray.
Yrel keenly noticed this, and she immediately reacted.
"Paladins, Shadow Knights, follow me!" The Exarch raised her warhammer and shield and headed down from the wall. "The time has come, my brethren. We can no longer allow those fel cannons to keep slaughtering our people! The enemy has fallen into chaos out of fear. Now, let us charge into their ranks and destroy those fel cannons!"
Soon, the Orcs were astonished to discover that Shattrath's heavy metal gates, which had remained tightly shut for months, suddenly opened with a rattling clank.
A cavalry force made purely of steel appeared before them.
Before Ye Ting arrived, the Draenei's primary mounts had been Talbuk and Elekk. But the former were too