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

They tried to resist the magic with their bodies, but soon found it was futile. The magic attacks of the wizards were not only powerful, but also varied, making them unpredictable.

This battle between the wizard and the orc is not only a contest of strength, but also a competition of wisdom and courage.

Fortunately, there were many orc shamans and their healing speed was relatively fast, so the orc soldiers did not suffer an immediate defeat.

With the roar of war drums, the orc army gathered again, their goal was to target the indestructible city gate. Surrounded by many orcs, a huge ramming vehicle slowly drove forward. Its body was reinforced with heavy wooden boards and iron bars, and the front end was a sharp metal ramming horn, flashing with cold light, as if it could pierce through all obstacles.

The battering ram lived up to expectations, advancing under the dense barrage of arrows and bullets, ramming the gate of Stormwind again and again.

The orc warriors surrounded the ram, with huge steel shields on their heads, and let out deafening war roars. Their power gathered into an unstoppable torrent.

At the command of Commander Samuro, the ramming vehicle began to accelerate. Its huge wheels crushed deep marks on the ground, and the dust flew up, covering the sky and the sun.

As the ram's speed continued to increase, it rushed towards the city gate like a ferocious beast. The defenders on the city gate watched this scene nervously, with their bows and spears ready, but facing this behemoth, they could not help but feel a little fear in their hearts.

Finally, the ramming vehicle collided violently with the city gate. At that moment, the entire battlefield seemed to tremble. The metal ramming horn pierced deeply into the city gate, wood chips flew everywhere, and the iron bars bent. Under the huge impact force, the city gate made a creaking sound, as if it would collapse at any time.

The orc warriors roared with excitement upon seeing this. They continued to push the battering ram, hitting the city gate again and again. Each impact made the city gate more shaky, and the defenders' defense line faced increasing pressure.

Finally, after a violent collision, the city gate collapsed. The orc warriors cheered and rushed into the city, their roars echoing in every inch of land.

After rushing into the city gate, the orc soldiers saw the defenders who were ready for battle.

There are not only human soldiers, but also troll soldiers and high elf mages.

The moment the orcs broke through the city gate, the ranged troops in Stormwind, the archers, musketeers, mortar teams, 6000 electrocutors, troll lizard archers, axe throwers, hunters, and high elf mages all fired at the city gate.

Suddenly, countless dense arrows, bullets, artillery shells and magical energies bombarded the entrance of the city gate.

Suddenly, a large number of orc soldiers fell down.

The orc soldiers in the rear were stepping on the corpses of the soldiers in front and were about to continue rushing into the city, but their way was blocked by many light curtains that suddenly appeared.

This is the Aegis of Power cast by Varian and Chief Sen'jin!

The soldiers were immediately squeezed into the narrow passage of the city gate.

At this time, Varian, Sen'jin, and Gadrin all cast bewitching magic and each controlled an orc army.

These controlled orc troops turned and attacked the orc troops outside the city gate.

On top of the city wall, Archmage Antonidas began casting a blizzard at the orc soldiers at the city gate who had not yet entered the city gate.

Blizzard is Antonidas's specialty magic.

On the city wall, Archmage Antonidas stood like a pine tree, his robe fluttering in the wind, his eyes gleaming with a cold and determined light. Facing the orc army surging like a tide, he did not show the slightest panic, but instead a faint sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

As he slowly raised the staff in his hand, the sky seemed to sense his will, the originally gloomy clouds began to roll and surge, and the wind suddenly intensified. The archmage's lips moved slightly, and a low and ancient spell flowed out of his mouth, and every word contained endless magic power.

Suddenly, the sky seemed to be torn apart, and crystal snowflakes began to fall. However, these snowflakes were not ordinary things. They quickly condensed in the air and turned into an unprecedented snowstorm. The snowflakes became larger and denser, and they danced wildly in the air, bringing with them a biting chill and destructive power.

The orc warriors were caught off guard by the sudden snowstorm. They tried to resist with shields and weapons, but the snowflakes seemed to have spirits and always found gaps to get in. Soon, the orcs were covered by thick snow, their movements became slow, and their vision became blurred.

The blizzard of the Archmage did not stop, but became more and more violent. Snowflakes gathered in the air into huge icicles, which smashed into the orcs like a punishment from heaven. Wherever the icicles went, the orcs were knocked away, and some were even directly frozen into ice sculptures.

Under the ravages of this blizzard, the orc army's offensive was completely disintegrated. Their original brave charge now turned into a defeated escape. The blizzard of the archmage not only demonstrated his powerful magic, but also demonstrated his precise control of the battlefield situation.

When the blizzard finally stopped, the battlefield was in ruins. The orc warriors were dead or wounded, and their morale had fallen to the bottom. The other magicians on the wall all looked at Archmage Antonidas with admiration.

At the other end of the battlefield, a wizard in a fiery red robe was standing proudly, with three green fireballs floating around him. He was the elven prince Kael'thas Sunstrider.

His eyes were like burning flames, revealing endless anger and determination. Facing the densely packed orc soldiers, he did not retreat at all, but took a deep breath and prepared to use his special skill - Flame Storm.

As he raised the staff in his hand, the clouds in the sky seemed to be ignited and began to turn red. The wizard's lips moved quickly, chanting ancient and mysterious spells. Those spells jumped like flames, closely connected with his will.

Suddenly, a fiery energy burst out from the wizard's staff, turning into a blazing firestorm that swept towards the orc soldiers. The firestorm was like a fire dragon, carrying the power to destroy the world, burning everything that stood in its way into ashes.

The orc soldiers were frightened out of their wits by the sudden firestorm.

They tried to resist with shields and weapons, but the flames seemed to have spirituality, always able to bypass obstacles and hit the target accurately.