The orcs had two legions, after all. Though their own side also nominally had two, Lordaeron's main legion was actually down to barely half its strength, with even fewer soldiers fit to fight and morale running low.
To make matters worse, the elven mages were almost out of mana. And although the elves were said to have two legions, one numbered only 2,400-not even half a legion-and was clearly made up of raw recruits. The other was only a little over half strength, around 4,000 soldiers. Together, they could barely muster the numbers of a single legion.
Facing two orc legions with such a force was clearly an impossible task. The center had thirteen or fourteen legions in total, facing no more than seven orc legions. Couldn't they send over a Main Combat Burning Legion to reinforce them?
Even if it wasn't a Main Combat Burning Legion, an Auxiliary Burning Legion would do! With solid fortifications to rely on, they might still put up a fight. But now Allied Command refused to send a single soldier. Wasn't that simply driving them to their deaths?
That afternoon, the orcs launched another ferocious assault on the position, fiercer than any before it. The Orc Warlocks summoned not only more than eighty Infernals, but also over a dozen felguards.
A felguard was an extremely powerful demon. Unlike an Infernal, he was a creature of flesh and blood, slightly shorter than an Infernal. But that alone was no reason to assume he was weaker. In fact, he was even more terrifying.
A felguard was a powerful warrior, clad in heavy plate armor and carrying a massive double-bladed battle-axe. They could charge over short distances at tremendous speed to enter battle quickly. They also possessed an exceptionally formidable area attack similar to a swordsman's Bladestorm,