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

In the ancient and mysterious troll city, a fateful battle is raging in Jinsalo.

The sky was dimmed by the smoke of war, and the earth was shaking with the footsteps of countless soldiers.

In this epic confrontation, three brave generals - General Haas, Turalyon and Kurdran Wildhammer - led their loyal armies in an unstoppable charge towards the holy land of the trolls.

General Has, wearing heavy armor and holding a long sword, was like a walking fortress, with a firm belief in victory in his eyes. He led the elite infantry phalanx, like a sharp blade, cutting through the trolls' defense line.

Turalyon is a commander who is both wise and brave. He is good at using terrain and tactics to command cavalry units to shuttle across the battlefield and deal fatal blows to the enemy.

And Kurdran Wildhammer, a warrior from the Wildhammer dwarves, wielded a huge warhammer, and every swing was accompanied by a roar, opening the way to the core of Jintha'alor for the coalition forces.

However, their opponents should not be underestimated. As the guardian of Jinsalo, the troll priest Hex, wearing a gorgeous feather robe and holding a staff inlaid with mysterious gems, can summon the power of nature to fight against the coalition.

Under his command, the troll warriors displayed amazing fighting power and tenacity, making the battle extremely difficult.

Just when the two sides were fighting hard, the situation suddenly changed dramatically! No one expected that a completely unexpected variable would come without any warning.

The brave warriors of the Orc Tribe, led by the young leader named Durotan, suddenly launched a thrilling attack from the rear of the coalition forces like a surging torrent.

Durotan, the outstanding leader of the orc tribe, not only possesses extraordinary courage, but also has an amazingly wise mind.

He knew very well that if he simply chose to fight head-on, it would be almost impossible to defeat the powerful coalition forces.

Therefore, after careful consideration, he decisively decided to make full use of the complex and changeable terrain conditions around him, cleverly find the key points where the coalition forces' defense was weakest, and concentrate all his forces to launch a fierce attack on it.

In an instant, the orc warriors were like a violent hurricane or an overwhelming storm, sweeping towards the coalition forces with tremendous force.

Their savage roars resounded through the sky, deafening; and the various weapons they held tightly in their hands flashed with icy cold light, as if they could tear the enemy into pieces at any time.

Faced with such a sudden and fierce attack, the coalition forces, which had been on high alert, fell into chaos in an instant. The soldiers panicked, and the originally solid and orderly defense line began to collapse and became shaky.

Seeing this situation, the battle-hardened General Hass, the wise and brave Turalyon, and the fearless Kurdlan Wildhammer had to temporarily put aside the enemies they were fighting fiercely, hurriedly withdraw part of their troops and quickly change their combat strategies, in order to fully deal with this new threat from the orc tribe in the rear.

For a moment, the sounds of shouting and fighting and the clash of weapons intertwined on the battlefield, and the whole situation became more and more tense and exciting...

However, this battle has far exceeded the expectations of either side. The ancient hatred between the trolls and orcs, the coalition's desire for victory, and the ever-changing situation on the battlefield have together woven a tragic and shocking picture.

In this epic battle, every soldier has made his own efforts and sacrifices, and the final winner will write his own legend on this blood-soaked land.

The warriors of the Orcish Horde, led by the brave and fearless leader Durotan, suddenly launched a thrilling attack from the rear like a storm!

In an instant, the human coalition's seemingly indestructible and impregnable line began to show shocking cracks.

The coalition soldiers, who were originally concentrating on fighting a fierce battle with the troll priest Hex and his troops, had never expected such a sudden change to happen.

For a moment, they were caught off guard and the entire battlefield fell into chaos.

All that could be heard was the roars of the orc warriors that resounded through the sky, echoing continuously across the vast battlefield. Their attacks were like a surging tide, sweeping towards the human coalition wave after wave.

And every fierce attack was accompanied by the deafening sound of war drums and the crisp sound of weapons colliding with each other, as if it were a passionate and heroic symphony of death, which made people shudder with fear.

Faced with such a fierce and violent orc attack, the coalition soldiers suddenly fell into extreme panic.

Although they tried their best to organize an effective resistance force to resist the enemy's attack, all efforts seemed to be in vain.

The orcs were like a group of hungry beasts, tearing at the coalition's defense line frantically. Gradually, the coalition's defense line became more and more fragile, and finally fell apart.

At this moment, General Haas, who was standing on a high place watching the battle, saw it all.

A trace of determination flashed across his deep and sharp eyes, and he knew very well in his mind: the defeat of this battle was now certain, and continuing to resist would only lead to a tragic end of the annihilation of the entire army.

So he immediately issued an order, requiring the allied soldiers to retreat quickly and in an orderly manner. At the same time, he also urgently dispatched several agile messengers to gallop to the rear without stopping, hoping to get reinforcements as soon as possible.

Turalyon and Kurdran Wildhammer also commanded their troops respectively, trying their best to keep the formation intact in order to slow down the orcs' pursuit.

However, the orc warriors did not intend to let them go easily. Durotan personally led the elite orcs and kept nipping at the tail of the coalition forces. Every time they charged, they tried to completely defeat the coalition forces.

The coalition soldiers kept turning back to resist during the retreat, but facing the fierce attack of the orcs, their resistance seemed increasingly weak.

The flames of war in Xinsalo burned fiercely, illuminating the retreating path of the defeated coalition forces. They left behind countless heroic figures and tragic stories on this ancient land.

Despite the defeat, there was still an unyielding light in the eyes of the coalition soldiers. They knew that this battle was only a temporary defeat, and one day in the future, they would come back and fight for honor and victory.

As night fell, the coalition forces finally withdrew from the battlefield of Jinsalo. Although they retreated, the faith and courage in their hearts were like a burning flame that would never be extinguished.