This battle on the eastern beach marked the Silver Hand's first engagement!
Uther followed Lothar and Turalyon, his massive warhammer crushing Orcs.
He was surrounded by a radiant light that also enveloped his weapon, causing Orcs to recoil, and inspiring the surrounding soldiers.
Turalyon was envious. Compared to Uther, he felt ordinary, mainly guarding Lothar.
At twenty years old, he yearned to be the center of attention!
"Marshal, we need to rejoin the main force!" Uther unleashed his divine power, clearing the Orcs around Lothar, and Turalyon urged him to avoid charging too far ahead.
"Let's go back!"
Lothar heeded the advice, or Turalyon might have considered retiring from the war!
Uther saluted them with his warhammer, then cleared a path through the Orcs. Lothar followed, and Turalyon covered their retreat, using his warhammer and shield to fend off the Orcs.
Suddenly, an Orc tried to grab Turalyon, wielding a giant axe. A red arrow struck the Orc, piercing his throat!
Turalyon glimpsed a slender red figure on the hill, raising a longbow and moving quickly.
At that distance, he only saw the luster of her hair, reminiscent of his first meeting with Alleria in Southshore.
However, Turalyon was mistaken. It was Sylvanas, tracking Orgrim, who helped because she recognized the human armor.
Under Uther's guidance, Turalyon and Lothar safely returned to their lines, followed closely by the Orcs!
"Form ranks! Form ranks!"
Lothar ordered his soldiers to form ranks. Fortunately, most were Stormwind veterans, experienced in fighting Orcs, and they quickly stabilized their formation.
Lothar realized his mistake. As marshal, he needed to command, not charge like a Stormwind general, leaving his soldiers leaderless.
"Form a shield wall! Raise your spears!" The soldiers formed a solid shield wall with braced spears!
The Orcs, determined to break through, charged. The first wave opened a small gap. The spears wounded the Orcs; the seriously injured fell, and the lightly injured retreated, making way for others.
The second wave was more intense, threatening to breach the wall!
"Quick! Form the second shield wall!" Turalyon ordered.
The veterans reacted quickly, forming a second shield wall behind the first.
Lothar's plan was simple: erect successive walls to block the Orcish tide!
If each wall inflicted heavy casualties, they could weaken the Horde until human soldiers could face them in close combat!
However, after two failed attempts, Orgrim arrived and ordered the Orcs to stop their mindless charges.
"Teron Gorefiend, it's your turn!"
Orgrim played his last card: the Death Knight corps!
Figures in tight wrappings advanced, their hoods low, revealing icy blue eyes!
They rode death steeds with glowing eyes and wore heavy armor, charging at the shield wall, raising their scepters.
A strange buzzing sound spread through the crowd. Soldiers in front of the Death Knights collapsed, clutching their heads, bleeding from their eyes, noses, and mouths!
The soldiers, terrified, hesitated to form a new shield wall!
"By the Holy Light, these are evil dark figures!" Uther felt their dark energy!
"They are using dark magic!" The devout paladin was outraged!
Uther raised his warhammer, and golden light illuminated the soldiers. "Hold your ground! The Holy Light will protect you!"
The Holy Light dispelled the dark magic, and the soldiers were unharmed!
The Death Knights' terror was overcome by the Holy Light. Uther roared, leading the Silver Hand against them! The Holy Light countered dark magic, but the Death Knights were resistant to blades, leading to a stalemate.
The battle returned to its previous state, with humans forming shield walls and Orcs charging.
Then, new figures appeared in the Horde: Ogres, taller than Orcs. These four-to-five-meter-tall creatures wielded crude clubs, breaking through the shield wall and scattering the soldiers.
Orcs swarmed through the gaps, attacking the Alliance soldiers!
"Change tactics! Retreat!" Lothar ordered. The Ogres were too powerful for close combat!
The Alliance soldiers retreated in formation, using their spears and avoiding the Ogres.
Turalyon coordinated the retreat, establishing a new shield wall on the hill. Retreating soldiers passed through the wall, which then closed to protect others.
Turalyon's military skill was evident!
The archers attacked the Ogres, with little effect. Lothar, having retreated to the hills, played the Alliance's final card!
"Notify Archmage Kel'Thuzad of Dalaran! Send in the mage corps!"