Anxious, Sylvanas shouted, "There are only eleven Felguards! What are you afraid of? Form up! Use a tight shield formation to withstand their Charge and Whirlwind! Hurry!"
Sylvanas had every reason to be anxious. They were defending a fixed position now. The log palisade behind them could hold back Orcs, but certainly not demons as powerful as Infernals and Felguards. A few heavy blows from those demons would tear a gaping hole in it.
Only after killing all the Infernals and Felguards outside the camp's palisade could they fall back into its defensive works. Otherwise, the Orc army would pour through the breach, and no one would be able to stop them.
They had to stop these eleven demons now, so evasion was not an option. But the Elves were all Rangers and could not withstand them head-on. They had to rely on the human heavy infantry to form a tight shield wall and block the attack. In truth, they would be plugging the gap with human lives.
"Raptor Rangers and brown wolf Rangers, concentrate your attacks on one of their legs! Cripple them so they can't use Whirlwind!"
Seeing Lordaeron's human heavy infantry still dragging their feet, Sylvanas grew frantic. If these Felguards activated Charge, plunged into the heavy infantry, and then unleashed Whirlwind...
Not only would the heavy infantry suffer devastating casualties, but the entire defensive line might collapse. The routing soldiers would break apart the formations of the Elf Mages and Rangers, giving the dozens of Infernals a chance to catch their breath and regain their mobility. Then they would charge into the disordered troops, and the battle's outcome...
Alleria and the commander of the Lordaeron Burning Legion watched from an archery platform behind the camp's palisade.
"Your soldiers' morale was already low. Now they've almost completely