The last Two-headed Ogre fell, less than ten yards from the positions at Morningwind Hold.
These loathsome enemies had finally been wiped out.
But not a single Elf dared relax... because the Orc army behind them charged forward immediately afterward.
The Orcs were nowhere near as few in number as the Two-headed Ogres. There were at least several thousand of them, perhaps even ten thousand... and with the Two-headed Ogres ahead drawing so much of the High Elves' fire, these Orcs had even managed to reach within fifty yards of the Elven positions without suffering much damage.
The Orcs' defenses were not as strong as those of the Two-headed Ogres. At least a few arrows could still bring them down and kill them, but their terrifying numbers still made every Quel'dorei tremble!
"By the Sunwell, I've never faced such terrifying enemies in my life!" an older Ranger murmured.
He was right. No Quel'dorei had ever faced such a terrifying "Pig-Style Charge." The "Trolls" they had faced before had mostly only dared resort to ambushes and assassinations, retreating after even slight losses on an open battlefield. They had never shown such fearless, unrelenting courage in the face of death.
"Attack!" Sylvanas's voice was somewhat hoarse.
A rain of arrows filled the battlefield once again, while the Arcane Cannons roared in unison, attempting to halt the Orcs' advance.
But the distance was too short. After leaving row upon row of Orc corpses behind, the first Orc set foot in the High Elves' positions.
Before he could let out a roar, a Spellbreaker cleaved him in two at the waist.
Then Sylvanas saw a Black Skeletal Warhorse striding forward.
The terrifying knight pointed his sword at the sky, then let out a fearsome roar.
"What kind of monster is this!" Sylvanas immediately