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It's not as dense as a storm.

It was this kind of silent arrow that caused a large number of orcs to fall to death without saying a word, but instead gave birth to an atmosphere of terror.

Defenses seem to have lost their meaning, and it seems like it's a matter of arrows. The charging orcs were aroused to ferocity, roaring, shouting all sorts of orc slogans, and rushing madly towards the wooden camp wall.

Right!

As long as they broke down that thin wooden wall and dragged the enemy into melee combat, those elves with thin arms and legs were no match for the orcs. This is already a proven experience of the two wars of Quel'Salas.

It was supposed to be like this, suddenly, the few orcs who rushed to the front seemed to have stepped on something. Suddenly, a thunderbolt burst out from under his feet.

"Ahhh

These orcs turned into a mass of charcoal in a matter of breaths.

Mage?

Ogrim's face twitched as he saw this from afar. This reminded him of Gul'dan again, if Gul'dan didn't betray, why would the tribe be like the original trolls to elves, and could only use the tactics of crowds to exhaust the enemy's mana?

Standing on the tallest five-story command tower in the middle of the camp, Marianne, a member of the Silvermoon Council, teased the orcs, "I bet those simple-minded greenskins will think it's our mages doing it." ”

Duke kept an appropriate distance from the female elf with the murder weapon hidden on his chest, and he smiled lightly: "Don't worry, there will be a chance for you to make a move." ”

"That's good, for His Excellency Marcus, but our heart's desire. ”

It was just a glass of champagne that Duke almost thought Marianne was talking to him at a cocktail party. That nonchalant attitude, that well-exposed robe, is enough to make any hormonal surplus animal jump their fingers.

Um, I'm glad I got Aurelia recently.

Duke withdrew his gaze from Marianne.

Then, he saw a group of bewildered orcs.

Electrocuted, roasted, blown up, frozen, shot to death by an arcane missile, stabbed to death by a sudden spike!

It's a mess, there's everything.

It's not too powerful, but it's deadly.

Orgrim, who was directing in the back, saw that his scalp was numb. If a human uses a simple weapon, such as flames, he can also use the clansmen of the Blackstone clan to charge. For example, Frost, he can pull the Frost Troll to top it.

But unless it's a warlock with a demon hound, there's no orc with such high magic resistance to resist the endless attacks.

Fortunately, there are still some clever orc commanders who see the truth.

"Watch your step!"

Even if they were disguised, they showed their true colors, disc-shaped things covered in grass and dirt. As long as the orc steps on it, it will trigger immediately.

It doesn't matter what equipment you have, what clan you have, once you step on it, you won't die or be crippled.

Well, here's the problem, pay attention to your feet, you will inevitably not rush fast when charging, and you will not have the energy to defend against arrows from the walled walls. Pay attention to the arrow, and forget to step on the foot.

The furious charge of the orcs, which seemed to be able to drown everything in the world, slowed down for a while.

"Hahaha! reminds me of the first time I shot a hare when I was a child. Sylvanas laughed as she shot an arrow. Because the difficulty of aiming has decreased, she can play triple arrows without any taboos.

Anyway, the entire wooden wall was full of quivers full of arrows, and you know, the Lordaerons were the most abundant in the continent.

"Second sister, do you want to compare?"

"Compare to compare!"

The serious battlefield was turned into a hunting game by a few escaped Windrangers.

After paying more than 4,000 elite sacrifices, the tribe finally approached the walls of the camp. They wielded their heavy hammers furiously, easily smashing the antlers and walls to pieces.

The elven rangers jumped off the not-so-high wooden wall.

To the surprise of the tribe, the rangers did not go far, but stood in the open space behind the wooden wall, and continued to shoot arrows at a distance that did not seem suitable for archery to others.

"Kill these long-eared!" roared the orc commanders.

The unexpected happened again.

The elven rangers fought and retreated, and the orcs often chose to step on the place where the elves had just stepped in order to avoid traps.

Hell yes!

Why is it that the elves are obviously fine when they step on it just now, but the orcs lie down when they step on it?

Electrocution, explosion, death!

The orcs were surprised to find that between the first wall and the second wall, the traps on the ground were even denser. The density was so high that it was almost impossible to get off your feet. But those elves can fly up and down on it.

Not to mention the elven rangers fighting below, even Marianne on the conning tower was stunned.

"Clever little thing, I can see that you are asking your magicians and magic apprentices to trap magic in traps by sealing magic into scrolls, but I don't see why our people are fine when they go up and the orcs are tricked. Marianne was impressed.

Right!

[3,000 Type A] is a trigger-type mine that stores magic.

It was Duke's followers who worked hard for the mage group for an unknown number of all-nighters to get it.

Duke smiled mysteriously, "Want to know this secret?"

"Of course!"

"Promise to help me fight the restoration war of the Stormwind Kingdom, and I will tell you. ”

"The entry of the members of the Silvermoon Council into the war must be approved by the Parliament. Marianne's eyes wandered, and she gave Duke a look you know.

"May I ask if Miss Marianne can be invited to open the library on the first floor of Karazan?"

"That's pretty much it. ”

"Well, the answer is weight. Without the weight of the four High Elves, those gadgets wouldn't have been triggered at all. ”

Marianne smiled dumbly: "It's that simple?"

"It's as simple as that. ”

The orcs are bigger than any race in the current alliance. When people are tall and horses are bigger, their natural weight also increases. If a human weighs 150 kilograms, he is already a tall and burly giant. But this weight is only equal to the ordinary warriors of the third-rate clan.

For example, the strong warriors of the Blackstone Clan are generally more than two meters tall and weigh more than two hundred kilograms. If it's the Great Chief's personal guard, those heights and weights are even more exaggerated.

Ogre is even more outrageous.

That's what Duke took advantage of. When he was designing, he added a thick piece of iron to the mine's 'button'. Without a weight of about two hundred kilograms, it is simply impossible to crush the iron block to trigger the mine.

That's why [Three Thousand for Your Life] has little effect on the Elven Ranger, but for the Orcs, stepping on one and killing the other. (To be continued.) )