Galen was held back by Varok Saurfang, unable to command the army, and the Horde's momentum surged.
Just as the defensive line was about to collapse, the Lordaeron and Gilnean infantry arrived from the north. Led by Mograine and Darius, they reinforced Galen's Third and Fourth Legions.
Hass's Gryphon Riders were ill-suited for the defense. After discussion, he remained in Autumnwood to provide final support.
The reinforcements were timely but inexperienced against the Horde. They suffered heavy losses until their generals adopted the Stormwind three-man formation, stabilizing their lines.
The Southshore reinforcements, led by Lothar and his adjutant Turalyon, were also on a forced march.
Turalyon, though nervous, had gained some experience under Galen in Stormwind, which helped him adapt.
Lothar nodded in satisfaction. This young man is talented and will go far.
Soon, they crossed the South Sodoril River and attacked the Horde's left flank from the cliffs.
Lothar blew the horn for a general attack, boosting the entire Alliance army's morale!
Lothar, wielding the golden-inscribed Quel'Zaram, led the charge. "Charge! For the Alliance, for Stormwind!"
Turalyon was stunned. The commander-in-chief is leading the charge?
Turalyon spurred his warhorse to keep up with his commander, protecting him.
Lothar crashed into the Horde's left flank, cutting down several Orcs.
Lothar's flashy equipment drew attention. A large number of Orcs charged him.
With the arrival of Alliance reinforcements, the Horde's advance faltered.
"Gul'dan! Hurry up, or my warhammer will smash your head!" Orgrim shouted.
On Orgrim's flagship, Gul'dan and Cho'gall had been preparing a powerful spell.
"As you wish, Warchief!"
The eastern beaches were suddenly engulfed in chaos. Immense magical power darkened the sky!
Galen, focused on the Horde army, had missed the ominous signs.
The fel magic became so dense that even ordinary people felt the pressure.
The air shifted, and lightning flashed in the dark clouds. Green flames pierced the clouds, hurtling towards the beaches!
"Not good! Hellfire! Quickly, summon Archmage Gandalf!"
The Titans' shield protected Azeroth from demons. Gul'dan and Cho'gall had spent considerable time opening small portals to summon the Hellfire!
"Evacuate their landing points!"
Boom!
Boom!
Nearly a hundred Hellfire crashed onto the land, forming huge craters!
The ground buckled, and a massive, flaming stone hand emerged. Then, a six-meter-tall Hellfire Golem appeared!
The Golem caused panic among the Alliance soldiers, who were unfamiliar with Orcish magic and demons!
"Gandalf! Hurry up!" Gandalf had been preparing spells since before the battle, and it had taken hours!
At this critical moment, Gandalf did not fail. A brilliant white light flashed, the brightest Galen had ever seen. Four-meter-tall water elementals surrounded Gandalf and engaged the Golem!
Nice! Gandalf came through!
Hellfire Golems were immune to magic, and ice spells were ineffective. Fortunately, the water elementals' flow countered the flames. Soldiers, protected by the elementals, also attacked the Golem, temporarily stabilizing the situation!
With the Hellfire drawing the Alliance's attention, Orgrim seized the opportunity.
"Everyone, break through along the coast!"
Orgrim knew that fighting there was disadvantageous.
The Alliance's ranged attacks were far superior. Orgrim had banned warlock magic and destroyed the Shadow Council, and most warlocks had been transformed into death knights by Gul'dan.
The Orcs preferred melee combat, and ranged classes like hunters were rare. They were vulnerable to the high elf rangers' ranged attacks.
The immediate priority was to join their troll allies, whose headhunters could rival high elf rangers!
Orgrim stepped onto the beach, followed by Gul'dan and his Blackrock guards.
The Horde regrouped. Varok Saurfang broke free from Galen and led the charge towards the Alterac and Gilnean armies!
In the fierce close combat, Sylvanas killed dozens of Orc warriors. Suddenly, she spotted a brown-skinned Orc among the last to land!
Having learned about Orcish culture from Galen, she knew that brown Orcs were the orthodox Orcs, those who refused demon blood. Only the Frostwolf clan and cubs had brown skin.
That must be Orgrim!
Sylvanas, her hands never slowing, began to pursue Orgrim.
"Sylvanas! Come back! Where are you going?"