Crossing Azeroth, starting with the Heroes of Might and Magic system

Soon, the orc soldiers were surrounded by Prince Kael'thas's flame storm flames, their armor was burned red and their skin was charred black.

Under the ravages of the flame storm, the orc soldiers' offensive was completely disintegrated. Their originally neat formation now became chaotic, and the soldiers fled one after another, trying to escape from this terrifying land of fire.

However, the raging firestorm was like a leech attached to their bones, following them closely and constantly devouring their lives.

After a long while, when the firestorm finally stopped, the battlefield was already a scorched earth. The orc soldiers were either dead or injured, and their morale had fallen to the bottom.

The elven prince Kael'thas, dressed in a fiery red robe, stood proudly on the battlefield, his figure looking particularly tall in the afterglow of the setting sun.

But at this time, the orc soldiers in the rear did not give up. Just when the orcs were about to launch a new round of attack, suddenly a huge roar came from the Elwynn Forest far behind.

The orc soldiers were terrified and turned their heads to look behind them to see what creature was making such a terrifying cry.

On the vast battlefield, the sky suddenly darkened and a huge shadow covered the entire earth.

It was a green dragon. It flapped its huge wings and swooped down from the clouds, aiming directly at the orc troops below.

The green dragon's scales shimmered with an emerald luster, sparkling in the sun. Its eyes were like two burning flames, revealing endless majesty and anger. When it opened its huge mouth, a stream of hot dragon breath gushed out, instantly igniting the surrounding air.

A group of orc warlocks and orc shamans riding void rays were suddenly hit by the green dragon's breath and were instantly burned. Their charred bodies fell from the sky.

The orc troops on the ground were frightened by the sudden appearance of the green dragon and tried to attack the green dragon with bows and spears, but those weapons seemed so small and powerless in front of the huge body of the green dragon.

Ordinary bows and spears cannot cause any damage to the green dragon.

The green dragon's attack was as fierce as a storm, and it continuously attacked the orc troops with its dragon breath and sharp claws. Every dragon breath attack could make a group of orc soldiers lose their combat capability.

Immediately afterwards, the green dragon sprayed a stream of fire at dozens of catapults behind it, and the catapults were immediately ignited.

As the catapults were destroyed by the green dragons, the battlefield was left in ruins. The orc soldiers, who were once so brave and fearless, now fled in all directions like frightened birds.

Their catapults, which had once been their powerful assistants in conquering cities, had now been shattered by the green dragon's attack, leaving only the wreckage scattered on the battlefield.

The huge wooden wheels broke into several pieces, the ropes were scattered all over the ground, and the once sturdy car body was torn apart, revealing the mechanical structure inside.

Next to the catapults were weapons and shields discarded by the orc soldiers. They were either trampled or destroyed by the green dragon's attacks and could no longer serve as protection for the orcs.

The faces of the orc soldiers were filled with fear and despair. They looked at the bodies of their companions lying on the battlefield, their hearts filled with grief and anger. However, facing the irresistible power of the green dragon, they knew that continuing to fight would only bring more casualties.

Seeing that the situation was not good, several orc clans suffered heavy casualties and lost their siege weapons. After quick thinking, they decided that they must retreat.

Durotan and Zuluhed, braving the attacks of arrows and bullets, quickly ran to the front of Chieftain Blackhand.

Durotan said: "Great Chieftain, the enemy has sent out a dragon. We have suffered heavy casualties. It is time to consider retreating."

Zulushid also said: "Great Chief, there are too many people on the other side, retreat."

After hearing this, Chief Blackhand's face darkened and he carefully observed the situation on the battlefield ahead.

Before his eyes, there was a gigantic green dragon flying in the sky, slaughtering orc soldiers wantonly. He had never imagined that such a weak creature as human beings could actually summon such an advanced creature as the green dragon. He couldn't help but sigh that the game was over.

Chief Blackhand had no choice but to nod his agreement, so his assistant quickly signaled to the messenger next to him.

After a while, as the sound of a huge horn resounded throughout the venue, the orc soldiers in the front heard it and hurriedly stopped fighting. Some of them pushed back the human soldiers and ran to the rear.

Some of the orc soldiers and ogre soldiers supported their injured companions, while others ran alone, trying to escape from this horrific battlefield. Their backs looked particularly lonely and desolate in the afterglow of the setting sun.

During the retreat, the orc soldiers looked back at the battlefield from time to time. They were very worried that the human soldiers would rush out of the city gate and chase them.

Fortunately, the human soldiers did not chase them, and many human generals, including Varian, were on the city wall watching the orc soldiers retreat.

At this time, the eyes of the orc soldiers were filled with resentment and the flames of revenge. They knew that this defeat was only temporary, and they would definitely come back and conquer this land with greater force.

However, at this moment, they could only silently endure the pain of failure, and set off on their journey home with scars and fatigue all over their bodies. All that was left on the battlefield were the wreckage of the catapults and the cries of the orc soldiers, as well as the memory of that thrilling battle.

When the orc army slowly retreated in the afterglow of the setting sun, leaving behind a mess but also suggesting that the dawn of peace would once again shine on the land, the cheers of mankind surged out like waves from every corner of the city walls, every street, and every household window, converging into an unstoppable stream of joy.

All the generals on the walls of Stormwind saw the orcs retreating. At this time, including Sir Lothar and even King Llane, came to the city wall.

King Llane himself, wearing armor and holding a sword, stood at the pinnacle of victory. His eyes showed both the determination to fight and the joy of victory.

The human soldiers who were fighting the orcs just now were stunned for a moment, and then burst into deafening cheers, the sound was like a mountain torrent, and like thunder, echoing in every corner of the battlefield. They raised their weapons high, hugged each other, tears and sweat intertwined, it was a celebration of rebirth after the test of life and death, and also infinite admiration for the wise command of the generals.

The knights' horses seemed to feel the joy as well, stamping their hooves excitedly and neighing, blending in with the cheers of the soldiers.

The entire city wall and the vicinity of the city gate were filled with cheers of victory.