Arthas felt as if struck by lightning, and the last glimmer of light in his eyes dimmed.

"We Rakshasa people...we were forced into this situation, and we hope the Temple...can accept them and make them...believers in the Light!"

This time, Heather didn't look at Qin Mo. After thinking for a moment, she nodded in agreement.

Arthas's last bit of resolve crumbled, and with all his remaining strength, he forced a smile, ending his rather remarkable life.

Gunfire erupted in the distance, as if bidding farewell to this ill-fated prince. Countless orc heroes were about to follow their emperor in death.

The orcish alliance was already in a very unfavorable position, and after confronting the elven army for half a day, they finally couldn't help but launch an attack.

The orcs have already fought against the Da Yuan army twice in the Western Regions and the Abbasid Caliphate, and have also learned many ways to deal with rifles.

The orcs, carrying heavy shields, concentrated a large force on a short section of the defensive line for a full-scale assault, hoping to overwhelm the elven riflemen and force them to engage in close combat. This method proved effective in actual combat; if enough troops were deployed, it was indeed possible to break through the riflemen's defensive line.

What the orcs didn't know was that the Maxim gun was still a semi-experimental weapon when it was deployed in the Arab world, but now it was standard support firepower. Moreover, the elves were not the physically weak humans. Even if the orcs rushed up to them, they would face a difficult battle.

The orcs' fighting spirit was indeed formidable. They attacked relentlessly from noon until nightfall, when they finally stopped. Several high priests were redeploying their tribal warriors, seemingly determined to exploit their numerical advantage and launch a night-long, life-or-death offensive.

"Whoosh!"

A tattered suit of armor flew through the air and landed precisely in front of several high shamans, smashing into the ground with a loud "boom," creating a large crater.

"This is... His Majesty's armor?" Garrosh stared blankly at the familiar armor, and it took him a long time to finally ask the question.

"No...this is...the armor of a great shaman." The other high priests were in no better shape, their hearts filled with bitterness and regret.