Danath lashed his whip hard.
His warhorse neighed in protest, foam even dripping from its mouth.
But it could barely take another step...
Over the past six hours, Danath had ridden his warhorse in no fewer than ten charges against the Horde lines.
But now, both horse and rider were utterly exhausted.
Danath's own armor bore at least four or five marks of injury, yet he had received no healing from any priest, not even emergency bandaging...
There were simply too many of the Horde. They had left at least a thousand orc corpses behind, yet several times, even dozens of times that many orcs continued pouring out of the Portal.
Panting heavily, Khadgar ran to Danath's side.
The mage in plate armor was now covered in blood as well.
His spellcasting had played a crucial role in the defense, but it had also made him the orcs' primary target... Without his heavy plate armor and nimble footwork, Khadgar might have been seriously wounded in several dangerous encounters.
"We can't hold them!" Khadgar said with some difficulty. "We have to fall back to Nethergarde Keep. Whatever happens, we can't let the entire Blasted Lands fall."
Danath's expression was somewhat grim, but he had to agree with Khadgar. The orcs' numbers kept growing. If they continued fighting, every Alliance soldier would die here.
The clash of crude weapons still echoed in his ears, along with the orcs' savage roars and howls and the cries of his soldiers as they fell; quite a few Alliance soldiers had already died here, including the Stromgarde recruit named Fal. The desolate scream he had given before his death still rang in Danath's ears.
"Khadgar, take the men and retreat first!" Danath caught hold of his warhorse's reins. "Go back to Nethergarde Keep... I'll lead the