In the distance, Orgrim, who saw this scene, was ecstatic!

"Ancestors are above!

The Great Chief's voice inspired every orc around him, and the orcs who had no part in the destruction of Alterac screamed, promising them a chance to kill and destroy. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoNow the Great Chief has fulfilled his promise.

The orc warriors were like chickens, and the pace under their feet was several percent faster, turning from a fast run to a charge.

Over there, Arthas was distraught. A few sharp-eyed archers confirmed to him that the orcs were carrying some pre-made, crude bridges ready to cross the moat.

This kind of preparation was very different from the orcs he knew. Moreover, those huge wooden bridges are simply not something that humans can resist. But within the horizon, only two orcs carried the wooden bridge. The most unimaginable thing is that these orcs are still wearing thick iron armor.

What a terrifying power!

From the castle tower, the orcs roamed the clearing like ants. They rushed through the clearing, approaching the walls of the city, and Arthas was astonished by their numbers, and these brutal brutes slaughtered the more than 2,000 people who were still stranded on the periphery of the moat in front of Lordaeron's defenders.

"No—" Some turned hateful glances at the orcs, others stole a glow of anger at Prince Arthas.

Arthas didn't know it, for the orcs had filled his eyes.

Now he stretched from the nearest point of his horizon into the distance, from the meadows and groves on the shores of Lake Lordamere, to the cracked valleys of the cliffs on the side of the mountains, and he saw a dense crowd of orcs.

The dream of waiting for my father to return first with his army was shattered, and the tribe was already there, they had filled the valley and were besieging the city. Now the whole city looks like a dead leaf on an autumn tree.

In the mirror image of the magical teleportation, Arthas saw firsthand how the orcs dealt with the fallen Broken Ridge. He didn't want that to happen here again.

The young prince is trying!

He initially ordered the ballistas to shoot the orcs, to poor effect. If it is a well-lined human army, a single ballista can kill at least ten or more people. The orcs in the form of skirmishers are obviously the nemesis of ballistas, which have extremely high damage but do not have a wide range of attack capabilities.

Most of the ballistas missed their targets, much to the frustration of the already scrambled defenders.

Soon, the orcs were within range of their bows and arrows.

"Shoot the arrows!"

The hopeful sight of the enemy falling to the ground did not materialize. These monstrous monsters were clad in iron armor thicker than humans, and Arthas estimated that the armor was at least a third of an inch (8 mm) thick just by hearing the clanging of bows and arrows.

Arthas suddenly realized: Yes, the military manual written by Duke Marcus, the deputy commander of the Alliance, and distributed to all the high-ranking generals of the Alliance, once wrote that bows and arrows mean nothing to strong orcs, and only heavy javelins can better kill orcs.

"Javelins, where are our javelins?" roared Arthas.

"All of them have been transferred away by His Majesty!" said Mereuf, his face sad.

In the midst of hesitation and panic, a large number of orcs had already rushed through the firing range of long-range weapons, and thousands of orcs threw the rough wooden bridge on the moat, and some orcs who couldn't wait even began to wade across the river.

Alsace fell into the ice cave in the middle of summer, and the water level of the entire Lordamere Lake dropped because of the temperature. The water level of the moat connected to Lake Lordamere has also dropped, reaching a depth of only about two metres. This is a catastrophe for most of humanity. For orcs who are huge and burly, often more than seven feet (about 2.1 meters) tall, it is a depth that can be dripped through.

He didn't know why the orcs were so sure they would go straight into the water, but it was clear that the orcs had planned it, and they succeeded.

Either rushing over the bridge or wading across the river with their heads covered by rough shields, the orcs began to climb the walls with huge wooden ladders. And because the wooden ladders were generally too heavy and had barbs, the defenders could not push them away at all.

"The gate can't hold on!" exclaimed, sending a shudder to Arthas.

Four orcs rushed across the drawbridge, and they bombarded the gates with huge logs as battering rams. The ornate white city gates look crumbling. If the huge gate was not well wrapped in iron sheets, the huge force alone would have been enough to burst the gate open.

From this angle, Arthas couldn't see the whole picture, but hearing the wooden crackling sound of the gate and the tooth-wrenching sound of metal twisting, Arthas knew that the gate would not last long.

Prince Lordaeron shook his head frantically, trying to put the shouts behind him.

He is now distraught. More than one orc had climbed the wall not far from the tower he was standing on, and he immediately realized that if he didn't leave soon, he would be killed in the tower when the nearby walls were all occupied by the orcs.

Moleuf apparently noticed this, and with a wave of his hand, the royal guards rushed down the spiral ladder to clear the way for Arthas.

The result was rather unpleasant, and in just ten seconds, Arthas had heard the screams of at least seven humans before they died.

"Your Highness, go away!" came Molref's voice below.

Arthas swung his legs quickly, his metal leg armor weighing his stride a bit, and he kept his balance well.

The scene in front of him suddenly lit up, and he came out of the narrow staircase door of the arrow tower, and the terrifying sound of the fierce battle suddenly rushed towards him, and this sound was completely different from the sound of the arrow tower two or three stories higher than the city wall.

Arthas was momentarily stunned.

A second later, he immediately noticed that a burly green-skinned orc was actually attacking him with a war hammer.

His mouth grinned, revealing his sharp fangs. He wielded his heavy hammer.

Arthas had no choice but to wield his sword and fight the orc's sledgehammer.

"Bang!" The prince was knocked flying after a muffled clash of gold and wood, and he slammed into the battlements with stars in his eyes, and realized in anguish that he was not a full-grown warrior.

Even though he has a burly figure that far surpasses his peers and exercises himself strictly, his muscles are still imperfect, and his strength is still not at its peak.

"Your Highness!" said Meref with a lightning strike, stabbing the orc who had tried to make up for Arthas.

At that moment, every Lordaeron in the vicinity heard the roar of the gates falling...... (To be continued.) )