"Ahh

For thousands of years, wolves have howled to communicate with each other. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The loud and fierce wolf howl of the head wolf rang out, which immediately caused all the wolves in the entire tribe to respond. The continuous and terrifying wolf howl suddenly rang out. A loud wave of sound came towards the outer walls of Stormwind.

This terrifying momentum suddenly caused a terrible rumor to ring out among the warriors of Stormwind City. The cruel and bloody orcs themselves only ate large living people, and those warriors who died on the battlefield were rewarded to wolves to eat.

Recall the habits of wolves in this world, this is really possible.

Wolves are the wildest and most ferocious animals, and they do not eat their own kind, and only while they are still alive. Once the same kind dies in any way, then the meat of the same kind is no different from the other meat.

The thought that their bodies would be torn apart and eaten by these huge monsters made the hands of many recruits who had never faced orcs tremble, and their teeth gurgled.

Ryan and Anduin, who were sitting on the inner wall at the top, couldn't help frowning when they saw this scene.

At this moment, a herald trotted over: "Sir Windsor requests the ballista to be fired." He said there were special ballistas to teach the beast a lesson. ”

"Quasi!" As the supreme commander of the front, even if Ryan was on the scene in person, most of the time it was Lothar who gave the command.

Seeing the signal, on the huge ballista platform that was nearly thirty meters above the ground, Wendthor personally operated the ballista.

He first glanced at the flag that was planted on the ballista and fluttered in the wind, and muttered, "The wind is east and west, and the wind is ...... Level 3. ”

Then Wendsol straightened his arm again, raised his thumb flat, and made a rough visual inspection of the distance: "250 yards away......"

Finally, he adjusted the winch, and put it on the scale that he had completely unknown a few months ago, and it was clearly marked that according to this height, the distance should be adjusted as many yards as many yards as the winch was full.

"Okay!

"Whew-" A loud bowstring sounded.

At first, no one cared about the ballista.

In this era of rough craftsmanship, any heavy weapon needs to be test-fired. Whether it's a ballista, trebuchet or cannon, it's generally shot in a certain direction, and then slowly adjusts. Whoever can hit the area near the target within three rounds of fire will be named a marksman.

Originally, the first shot should have been fired.

But searching the entire Stormwind Kingdom could not find a qualified gunner. Even the four 8-pounder cannons in Stormwind City were bought by the dwarven Ironforge Grandpa after the defeat in the Battle of Red Ridge Mountain.

Improvised training gunners simply failed.

No way, except for the nobles and a few lucky people in this era, they are basically illiterate. It's great to be able to find a few smart people who have learned how to fire.

So when Windsol volunteered to make the first shot, Ryan, Anduin, and Boval didn't have much hope.

Who knows, a miracle happened!

A long black rainbow with bright blind orc dog eyes crossed the sky above Stormwind City, and from the sky, this black line shot almost straight towards the black hand of the Great Chief.

Watch as the black dots in the distance expand rapidly in the field of vision.

Not only the orc guards around the Great Chief, but even the Black Hand Deity felt a little bad.

!For hairy human ballistas can shoot so far!?

It's not that orcs haven't seen human ballistas.

Most human ballistas don't have that long range. The orcs, of course, would not know that this was a specially modified ballista from a mechanical engineering college who had studied a decathlon but was not proficient in any of them.

Before he had time to think, the deputy Orgrim*, who was standing beside the Black Hand High Chief, suddenly swelled his muscles, and the 'future' High Chief suddenly jumped up and smashed into the air with a huge crossbow arrow.

"Bang-" I have to say that the cattle who have entered the hero realm are especially monsters.

Not to mention a ballista with a speed of more than fifty kilometers per hour, Ogrim, a pervert, said that he would meet it.

I really hit him.

However, since it was something made by Duke, how could it be so simple.

This one, but it's a specially made child and mother burst arrow.

Orgrim did knock the female arrow off with a single blow of his hammer, but more small balls of steel rained down like shotguns on the Great Chief and the howling wolf leader under his crotch.

"Bang Bang Bang!" The scattering as dense as a rainstorm directly called the black hand and his baby wolf to be a man.

"Ahh

"Whew!"

The screams of the Great Chief and the screams of the leader of the wolves made the whole pack stagnate. The wolf's intelligence was not too high, and they couldn't understand why their boss suddenly stopped screaming.

Seeing the Orc Boss and his 'Big Dog' smeared with ballistas, and hearing the entire wolf pack lose their voices like roosters choked by the neck, the morale of the Stormwind warriors, who had been a little depressed for a while, rose again.

"Wha!"

"I can't play it. Green-skinned brute!"

"Who are you scaring with a bunch of lost dogs!?"

The warriors erupted in fierce laughter.

King Ryan was in good spirits, and he gave a thumbs-up in the direction of Windthor before drawing his sword. The cold light of the King's Sword was dazzling in the morning light.

Ryan's clear, high-pitched voice echoed through the three walls: "Thousands of years ago! We have thrived here for a thousand years! Behind us, it is our home! It is the home of our children and grandchildren! Can we allow these cruel green-skinned beasts to take possession of our home!?"

"No, no, no!"

"Then what are you waiting for, draw your swords, and let the corpses of these green-skinned brutes fill the Elwyn Forest!"

At this time, Lothar was the first to respond, he drew his sword and raised it high: "For Stormwind! For Azeroth—"

"For Stormwind! for Azeroth—"

The sword halberd is like a forest, the cold light is overflowing, and the morale is full!

Feeling the sound erupting from the city walls, the Great Chief's green face almost turned dark green, and his heart ached for his old fellow who kept mourning.

The steel balls scattered just now, he relied on his greatly improved physical strength after drinking the demon's blood, and he relied on his thick skin and thick flesh, and he managed to carry it. But his wolf had never drunk the blood of demons.

Wolves have never been known for their defense.

Seeing that his wolf leader was blinded by steel balls, and his entire front half of his body was full of pitted and finger-deep blood marks, the black hand knew that his old buddy would be doomed.

Viciously bared his fangs, and the black hand directly smashed his beloved wolf to death with a hammer.

With endless rage, the Great Chief's roar spread throughout the tribe's army.

"Attack-" (To be continued.) )