Daelin swore he had never faced such terrifying opponents in his life. Even a powerful Paladin could only hold off three or four ordinary Orcs, while three ordinary human cavalrymen struggled to deal with a single Orc.
Although their warhorses losing momentum was partly to blame, this was already enough to prove how powerful the Orcs were. After all, every human cavalryman was a strong warrior handpicked from thousands.
Just as Daelin was growing anxious, he finally spotted the elves' vanguard. They were Giant Gorillas wrapped in heavy armor like human Heavy Infantry, yet taller than ordinary Orcs. Then he saw Tigers and Dire Wolves. A little while later, the Elf Rangers and Mages he had been hoping for finally appeared.
The arrival of so many Elf Forces immediately changed the situation on the battlefield where the human cavalry were fighting the Orcs.
Alleria walked up to Daelin and said coldly, "Admiral Daelin, your impulsiveness has clouded your judgment. You must calm down. Hatred will only make you commit more mistakes."
Daelin flushed scarlet. He opened his mouth but could not get a single word out.
"Rangers, release all your Battle Pets to attack the Undead at will! The Rangers themselves and the Mages are to give it everything they have and help the human cavalry wipe out the Orcs!" Alleria paid Daelin no further attention and loudly issued her orders to the elves.
Then she looked up toward the green smoke rising from deep within the Quarry, a cold smile appearing on her face.
Let's see just how much magical power a few dozen Death Knights have to summon Undead! Alleria thought to herself.
Daelin had noticed the green smoke too. "That smoke is..." he asked Alleria.
"Those are the smoke bombs Sylvanas dropped. That's where the Death Knights