A few minutes later, an icy cold wind erupted from the dozens of mage towers standing near the eastern city wall. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThis cold ice wind blew from the moat, and in just a dozen seconds, the more than five kilometers long eastern section of the moat froze.

"Wow!" the orcs who were wading in the moat were suddenly slaughtered. They find themselves walking slower and colder. Originally, the water pressure was not felt, but now the strong pressure squeezed their chests, forcing every breath of air out of their lungs.

Uncomfortable, cold, desperate!

At least two thousand orcs froze to death in the frozen moat.

Standing proudly in the tallest magic tower, Marianne, a member of the Silvermoon Council, looked at the magic tower in front of her with a little disdain.

"That's a 100% increase...... It's better than nothing, and I can't expect anything good in this barren place of magical civilization. After talking to herself, Marianne smiled coldly, and immediately magically teleported all her subordinates: "In the name of Queldore!"

In the magical communication network, the voices of hundreds of High Elf mages rang out in unison.

"In the name of Quildore—"

In the next moment, all the magic towers in the eastern part of the entire Lordaeron King City moved. From the spire of the magic tower, which was close to the royal palace, a soft white light first bloomed.

The atmosphere vibrates, and the white frost elements can be seen condensing into snowflake-sized points of light, rapidly converging towards the various magic towers.

Gather sand into a tower.

Confluence into a river.

Hundreds of rivers flow into the sea.

The magic tower violently extracted the water element from the entire city, and then transmitted the water element to the magic tower near the city wall with a pillar of light visible to the naked eye.

Princess Kalia, who was standing on the balcony, was surprised to see that a huge white web was forming over the entire Dongcheng District, and it looked like a huge spider web.

Convergence!

Coacervation!

Sublimation!

Seeing so many magic towers emitting white light outside the city, Orgrim instinctively shouted, "Gul'dan—"

The only thing that answered him was the stunned expressions of the guards around him, and the lonely wind.

Yes, Gul'dan is not here.

Neither the Shadow Council, the Shadow Council Warlocks, nor the Two-Headed Ogre Mages, the only two members of the Horde that can fight against the Alliance Mages, are here. The former was destroyed by Orgrim, and the latter ...... The ogre mage group that should have come to join us a long time ago is not here.

Orgrim subconsciously had a sense of foreboding.

At this moment, he could only bare his teeth and watch as the warriors of the Blackstone Clan endured the terrifying legion-level magic that was about to descend with their flesh and blood.

It was only at this time that Orgrim could more truly feel the importance of the tribal warlocks and mages he loved and hated.

It was too late.

[Frozen Forest] has been activated!

In the entire line of defense, the moat is inherently an important link. The moat, which dug along the edge of the city and brought water into Lake Lordamere, suddenly turned a blow at the orcs.

Countless crystal clear clusters of icy crystals are like ice-colored hedgehogs, arching their spiky backs in the miles of moats. The ice spikes are pierced with countless orc warriors who were still wantonly killing and unleashing their savage and furious moments ago.

The thick iron armor still couldn't stop the sharpness of the ice spikes, and the body, whose life had not been completely lost, trembled and twitched on the ice spikes.

In the next moment, almost everyone on the defense line saw this frozen forest that looked like a torture rack, turning the entire defense line into a crystal clear cruel work of art, and everywhere was blood-red......

The orcs were stunned for a moment, Lordaeron City was simply wearing a hedgehog shell armed to the teeth on its outskirts.

And that's not the end, Haduron Bright Wing and Lotherma Theron raised their longbows high.

Bending the bow and arrows, two rays of emerald green light draw two wonderful arcs in the sky.

A second later, the trembling of bowstrings rang out from all over the towers of the city—and all the stunned Lordaeron soldiers at the head of the city saw a black cloud rise into the air at high speed, reflecting the sky in a black cloud, and then the black cloud stopped at the highest point and poured down with a slash.

Unlike humans, who use the density of arrows to make up for the lack of accuracy, this dark cloud is actually a combination of precision shooting and covering shooting.

At Duke's insistence, the rangers sent by the elves this time used steel arrowheads made by the Copperbeard Dwarves of Ironforge Castle. After it took the rangers a few days to get used to it, the damage was greatly improved.

It can be seen that many orcs were still shot through the vital point after dodging and resisting the action. For example, a guy who covered his face and throat with his arm was killed by a steel arrow that pierced his helmet from the side and pierced him straight into his temple.

In the stunned eyes of both sides, there was not a single orc alive within thirty meters of the moat.

Attack?

Or not attack?

This is a serious problem.

"Can't retreat! We must attack! If we miss today, we may not have the opportunity to easily take the core capital of the alliance in the future. Orgrim roared.

He was right.

He had worked hard to finally find an opportunity to crush the core kingdom of the alliance in one fell swoop, and he couldn't just give it up. After a brief period of ecstasy over the destruction of Alterac, Orgrim finally realizes that he can't do it without destroying the resistance of humans, elves, and dwarves.

The ten countries of the alliance, the seven kingdoms of the human race, the two dwarves plus a high elf, in today's day, when the tribe's combat power does not have the absolute upper hand, the protracted war has become what the tribe does not want to see.

The Horde was rapidly weakening, and Orgrim knew that if the alliance could not be broken within this year, and the battle could be turned into a sweep war, the Horde would likely be counterattacked and lose all the territory it had lost.

Orgrim glanced at Samuro and waved to the two troll chiefs. Immediately pressed the trolls and the Sword Saint of the Fireblade Clan.

Trolls and elves have been fighting for thousands of years, and they know each other well, and when it comes to shooting at each other, trolls have never been false elven rangers. Thousands of trolls, under the cover of hundreds of orc warriors armed with human tower shields, fearlessly approached the walls and fired at the elven rangers from above.

The powerful throwing spear shot at the tower with an almost gravitational momentum, and even if it missed, it would cause a burst of stones to splash on the tower. The Elven Ranger had to avoid it, borrowing more of the shooting holes of the human arrow towers to fight back at the trolls.

As a result, both the horizon and the firing horizon were severely affected.

At the same time, those very agile orc swordmasters jumped up to the city from the cracks in the ice crystal forest in a few steps, crossed the city walls, and aimed at the elven mages in those magic towers. (To be continued.) )