By now, Menethil's long stretch of wall had become a meat grinder in every sense of the word. The towering, C-shaped wall encircling the city seemed to have turned into an enormous, blood-drenched maw. No matter how many people were fed into it, they soon died.
The struggle for the wall had entered its most brutal, merciless stage. Human life seemed utterly insignificant at that moment. The soldiers on both sides were like tiny sparks, drawn together to collide, then extinguished in clusters and reduced to ash. Countless corpses and rivers of blood remained, covering the top and bottom of Menethil's wall, inside and out.
Everywhere along Menethil's vast, C-shaped wall, brilliant magic flared, arrows swarmed like locusts, and people fell amid flashing blades, battle cries, and screams.
"Order the soldiers to throw every bit of oil, every oil jar, and every oil barrel they can find on the wall down into the orcs below. Concentrate on their heavy shield formations. The Gryphon Riders will be here any moment!"
Alleria gave her orders in a cold voice devoid of emotion. "Order the mages to focus their attacks on the Orc Infantry who have reached the battlements or are still climbing the wall. Rangers, look for opportunities to take out the orc spellcasters."
The elves' shift in focus brought down swathes of orc soldiers who had climbed onto the wall. The Human Soldiers, who had been struggling desperately to hold their ground, finally gained a precious moment to breathe. Those who could spare their hands began throwing whatever oil and oil jars they could find down over the wall.
Of the orc forces attacking atop the wall, only the Infernals were still wreaking havoc. Under the combined pressure of the Elf Mages, Rangers, and Human Soldiers, the orc soldiers who had