For two days in a row, the eastern and northern walls of Stormwind City were filled with murderous sounds, however, the people of Stormwind Kingdom would never have imagined that such a terrifying war of such intensity was just a temptation by the tribes. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yes, it's just a temptation.

During Duke's and Anduin's absence, it was Boward who presided over the defense. Although he knew that the Horde was only sending a thousand troops from all directions to test it, Bowal had to fight with all his might.

The disparity in individual combat power is too obvious.

There are moats, urn cities, city walls, arrow towers, and towering mountain packs equipped with trebuchets, and such a three-dimensional defense system only erases the disadvantage of humans and orcs in individual combat.

The battle is still very hard.

Because the 5-meter-high wall is still too short for these tall and unreasonable orcs.

Orgrim gave the Black Hand a stupid and most effective solution, which immediately left Bolval helpless.

Fill the river and fill the river, and meet the wall and slope.

The tribal warriors looked like dwarfs in their eyes, but the tribe laborers who were burly and strong men in the eyes of humans carried a large number of rocks, rushed up in a deadly rain of javelins, threw the stones into the moat, and turned away. And so on and so forth.

In just one day, almost a third of the urgently dug moat was filled.

Duke Berval couldn't imagine what it would be like to lose his position and be forced to fight these green-skinned monsters.

The greatest consolation, though, is that Duke is back.

His strength alone is no less than that of most of the Wang family's mage group.

"You're really not going to make a move?" Lothar asked Duke on one of the towers.

Duke shook his head: "No, I don't make a move, it's better for us." ”

"Why?"

"Because our main opponent is Big Chief's deputy, Orgrim, not Big Chief himself. ”

Lothar recalls what Garona said about the chieftains and well-known people of the tribe, and remembers that Garona said that Orgrim was more intelligent than the other orcs, 'a strong orc warrior with shamanic wisdom'.

Duke explained: "If it had been up to me early to make a save, O'Graham would have identified weaknesses in the defensive line much faster. In fact, my final defensive position is not on this side, and this side will always depend on you. ”

Lothar played with an iron lump with a palm-length wooden handle in her hand, "Are you sure we can survive this thing for 10 days?"

Duke said with great certainty, "I'm sure." ”

"Well, I believe you. ”

Close to the walls of the mountains, the rumbling of tribal war drums was heard everywhere.

Old Dem was a porter.

Except for the strength of his body, the whole person is almost useless. When he was over 50 years old, he became a militiaman simply because he signed up for the militia regiment and could exchange it for a ticket for his daughter and grandson to leave early.

Lying on the battlements, Old Dem looked out tremblingly as he held on to the helmet, which had been half-dented when it came down, apparently from the head of a dead man.

Beside him was his old neighbor Karna, a baker. Cana whispered, "Is it there?"

Old Dem watched countless huge green figures rushing towards the moat like a torrent, and his heart furious: "Wait, it's not here yet."

Looking at the green giants with terrifying faces and long fangs, Old Dem's heart trembled.

At this time, the soldiers of the kingdom who were in charge of supervising them suddenly shouted, "Militia regiment, prepare to throw that thing." Until I give the order, it is forbidden to pull the lid underneath!"

Old Dem and Carnath suddenly became nervous.

"Calm down—calm down! Wait for those damn greenskins to come up......"

Looking at the signal flag on the conning tower behind the city wall, when the red flag fell, each kingdom soldier shouted in unison: "It's now!"

Old Dem followed the steps he had been taught, and hurriedly pulled the lid from under the wooden handle.

Suddenly, there was a "smack" fireworks ignition sound from the other end of the wooden handle. Most of the people are illiterate and don't know what it's called a lead.

"Throw it out!"

The commander's heavy drinking caused many people to miss and directly threw these strange wooden sticks with iron bumps into the moat below.

There are even a lot of fools who have dropped this thing on the battlements. It was the overseer's soldiers who were quick to see it and threw it across the moat with round arms.

A few seconds later, when those horrible greenskins ran to the moat with large rocks on their backs.

"Bang bang bang bang-boom" A continuous explosion sounded dumbfounded both humans and orcs.

This day, this moment is worth remembering.

For the first time in the history of Azeroth, a hot weapon appeared. Although it is a very unreliable goblin product, the [Iron Grenade] is a big killer weapon that will forever go down in history.

What dodge, what hard resistance, in the face of this kind of hot weapon that transcends the times, the struggle of the orc laborers seems meaningless. The orc laborers behind could only watch their compatriots be devastated.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by the continuous explosions, it was the iron pieces that flew down due to the explosion of high explosives, causing terrible secondary damage to the laborers who were only wearing thin clothes and even had their upper bodies bare. Even at a distance of nearly 10 meters outside the blast range, there were laborers who had their throats cut by the blown shrapnel and died.

The first batch of iron grenades not only instantly harvested the lives of all the orc laborers on the river bank, but also some of the grenades that fell into the water and just exploded, and also exploded into the sky.

In the face of such a terrifying, such incomprehensible terror, the orc laborers began to waver, they abandoned their duties, forgot the existence of the Warlords not far behind them, threw down the stones that should have been smashed into the moat, turned and ran.

However, most of them didn't go far before they were hacked to death by the sweeping orc warlords.

"What's that!?" Ogrim exclaimed.

"Let the second wave go!" said the Great Chief, the Black Hand.

The second group of laborers screamed and wailed, forced up by orc soldiers armed with machetes and axes. However, the green array disintegrated again after another batch of strange wooden bumps suddenly dropped on the city wall exploded.

The laborers collapsed earlier than their former compatriots, and almost as soon as the explosion sounded, the last of their men began to run back. In order to escape the death brought upon them by the Warlords, they even brandished boulders in their hands in an attempt to resist.

Of course, they were cut down in a pool of blood without exception.

"What the hell is that!?" Ogrim growled. (To be continued.) )