Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 576: Heroine

Countless orcs suddenly jumped out from the snow outside the town. They shouted loudly in the orc language that humans could not understand, and roared towards the Lordaeron cavalry of only sixty people.

In addition to orcs, you can also see many frost trolls with more slender bodies and white skin.

If there hadn't been a surprise attack from the javelin throwers just now, this cavalry team could have easily broken through with their horses. Unfortunately, in that round of javelin throwers, at least 70% of the horses were stabbed by the javelin throwers and neighed in pain in a pool of blood.

The remaining cavalry had to use their horses as cover and form a circle to put up a stubborn resistance.

If it was a battlefield battle, 100 orcs and trolls facing 60 highly mobile cavalry, the outcome would still be unknown. When the cavalry was forced to become infantry and had to use the smaller kite-shaped shields of the cavalry to form a circle, then the outcome was determined.

Jaina was sprayed with blood and was completely stunned.

Some people will scream like crazy when facing danger, unable to do anything, and will interfere with their companions and make a mess of things.

Some people will show an extreme survival instinct at this moment, like a drowning person, grabbing anyone around them who can grab them, eager for a chance to survive.

Others will become calm and decisive after experiencing extreme panic.

Above this, there is the last type of person who can guide their companions out of a deadly dilemma.

The last type of people are extremely rare, and people often call them generals.

It is obvious that Jaina Proudmoore is such a natural general.

It took only a second for Jaina to come to her senses and she yelled, "Go to the church! The church is made of stone!"

The paladin who served as captain also suddenly understood what Jaina meant.

Jaina's judgment was correct. If they didn't have proper defensive measures, the sixty or so people would have been killed by the orcs' charge.

There is no point hiding in the cellar. Firstly, there is no cellar that big. Secondly, the orcs' ability to demolish things is beyond the imagination of most humans.

Orcs don't even need a hammer to knock down ordinary brick and wood houses. They can just hit them with their arms and almost collapse them. The so-called "defending in a dangerous place" is not feasible for orcs.

That church was different. For some reason, the church in this small town was made of bluestone and was quite solid.

"Go! Listen to this ms.!"

It would take at most half a minute for the orcs to rush from the outskirts of the town to the town, and they could get there in a flash. Jaina's shout was definitely a life-saving move.

A group of Lordaeron cavalrymen supported their teammates and rushed into the church in the center of the town almost before the orcs surrounded them.

"Ugh!" Jaina felt like vomiting again.

The church is a sacred place for the people of Lordaeron. When they are in danger, they will naturally come to the church to seek salvation. Unfortunately, the orcs turned this place into a cruel human slaughterhouse.

Although the corpse was already frozen, the smell of blood that had just splashed on her body stimulated Jaina's sense of smell.

No cavalry blamed the delicate ms. because she had saved their lives. Some cavalry dragged the injured comrades to the inner part of the church, and the uninjured cavalry quickly formed a two-layer shield formation at the church gate, which could accommodate four people and was two people tall.

"Thank the Light! Thank you, wise ms.!"

The orcs were still coming aggressively, but compared to setting up battle array in the open space in the center of the town with complicated terrain, this church that only needed to defend the main entrance was simply a holy place. The church also had a side door, which was made of bluestone and could only allow one human to pass through. Two people could defend that door tightly.

The orcs immediately launched an attack on the human soldiers in the church. Their huge hammers smashed over and even with the protection of a shield, they easily broke a cavalryman's arm.

As a price, the orc was stabbed to death by at least seven knights' swords in the next moment.

The fierce battle continued, and cavalrymen were constantly injured and dragged into the church by their companions, but more orcs fell. These cavalrymen, who were obviously veterans of the battle, were extremely brave, killing more than 30 orcs in just five minutes, and the cost was only seven minor injuries and three serious injuries.

But there were even more orcs outside, with densely packed green heads forming a surging green ocean. It looked like there were at least several hundred orcs here.

A cavalryman with a broken arm took out a short-barreled musket and fired a shot into the sky. Along with a harsh sound, a dazzling red flare shot straight into the sky, which could be clearly seen even ten kilometers away.

Seeing Jaina's bewildered expression, the cavalryman smiled and said, "The thing sent by the Stormtroopers is called a flare, which is specially used to call for help from our Alliance. Although we don't like that damn Duke, the thing he invented is still useful."

Another cavalryman who could no longer stand up gasped and laughed: "Come on, we will need the elven woman from Stormwind to rescue us later."

"Elf woman?" Jaina didn't react for a moment.

"The Elf Ranger Team affiliated with Grand Edmund Duke of Stormwind may look down on them, but they are extremely strong in forest combat. Our people can't make it in time, so we have to see if there are any Elf Ranger Teams nearby. If we don't have reinforcements, we won't be able to hold out until the evening." The cavalryman with the broken arm said with a wry smile.

Jaina gritted her teeth and said, "That's not necessarily true. I'm still here."

"you!?"

Amid the disbelieving gazes of the cavalrymen, Jaina gritted her teeth, rolled up the hem of her mooncloth robe, stretched out her white and tender legs, and stood on the back of the church bench.

"Be careful of the trolls' javelins!" Before the cavalryman could finish his words, he was shocked to find that there was an illusory translucent cover around Jaina.

"Holy Light, she is actually a Mage!"

The cavalrymen guarding the front suddenly noticed the fire coming from behind them. Before they could turn around, a cold female voice rang out: "Fireball!"

With a "bang", a huge fireball with a long tail of flame passed over the cavalry's shield formation and exploded among the densely packed orcs.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" The orcs were clearly in a commotion. They watched in horror as several of their companions struggled in the flames and rolled on the cold ground.

Some orcs tried to put out the fire on their companions. They professionally took off their animal skins and slapped them on their companions.

This is totally useless!

Before the fire died down a little, the burning orcs had returned to the embrace of their ancestors.

"Bang!" Another fireball!

This time, four or five orcs were hit.

Their howling in the flames frightened their companions!