The green frenzy split into three as the earth rumbled, and the razor-sharp battle axes glittered fiercely in the sunlight, looking down from above, like a giant trident growing out of the Elwin Forest. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Lothar raised her left hand lightly and landed quickly and forcefully.

"Suddenly!" a strange sound of the winch loosening, and ten baskets of rubble were projected from the ten trebuchet towers behind Lothar that were higher than the highest outer walls.

The irregular rubble in a pocket scattered in mid-air, emitting a chilling screeching sound. A few seconds later, under the effect of gravitational acceleration, the rubble was like a storm that instantly enveloped a large surging green tide.

Orcs hadn't used catapults before, but they had never seen them used as a shotshot. These human fist-sized rubble orcs don't even look at them at all. But now, under the action of high speed, gravel has also become a lethal weapon.

The unlucky man who was hit first had his face deformed, and then, along with the fangs that came out, the bones of his entire cheek and jaw were crushed by the tremendous force. Momentum stopped the high-speed body with his head and his burly body, and began to recoil in an instant. In the process, the skull turned into countless fragments of flesh and blood, and at the same time, the brain burst out, and the neck bone was broken at the same time.

After the orc was blown upside down, what fell was the colder corpse.

Most of those who were recruited either died directly, or their internal organs were smashed to pieces by heavy blows, and the vomited blood was accompanied by a large number of internal organ fragments, and it was only a matter of time before they died.

The intensity of the human's long-range firepower caused both the Black Hand High Chief and Orgrim to squint.

This was just the beginning, as Lothar drew his sword and fell to the ground.

The three-story city wall and the space between the city walls sounded at the same time.

In general, it's hard to associate the hum with the dim sky. But after this hum, the whole sky went dark.

Orgrim subconsciously raised his head, only to see a large black rain rising above the giant city of humans. He immediately recognized that it was a scumbag thrown by a despicable human.

This is the greatest blasphemy against the valiant tribal warriors.

Many warriors died not on the battlefield, but on this bizarre and disgusting throwing of guns. Once shot, the tip or the weak part of the gun will remain in the body if you accidentally use a strong force. In hot weather, even if the head of the spear is dug out with a dagger, it is easy for the wound to rot.

Orgrim had seen several of his warriors dragged to death in this way.

"Damn, if there is a shaman......" Orgrim only dared to mutter.

The traditional shamans of the tribe have been replaced by more evil and sinister sorcerers. There is not even a single shaman in the entire Tribal Expeditionary Force who can heal. To make Orgrim even more angry, he received a message.

His best friend, Durotan, the chief of the Frostwolf Clan, had visited him two days earlier with his wife, Drakar.

A few months ago, because of the suspicion that Gul'dan and the devil had a treacherous deal. Gul'dan used the Black Hand of the Great Chief to banish Durotan and the Frostwolf Clan from the Horde, a distant land of ice and snow, in the valley of Alterac.

But two days earlier, Durotan had told him of Gul'dan's betrayal.

Orgrim swore that Gul'dan would be punished for his actions, and sent one of his guards to see Durotan and his family off.

Recently, Gul'dan has disappeared and I remember not seeing him in public for more than two months. Orgrim asks the Black Hand to punish Gul'dan and the Shadow Council, but the Black Hand ruthlessly refuses.

This made Orgrim's dissatisfaction even more inflamed. All he lacked was a reason to explode......

Looking at the clumsy command of the black hand, Orgrim felt a little like throwing up.

The black javelin rain rushed in the face, and the orc brigade charging in front seemed to hit an invisible wall head-on, and in an instant, it fell in large areas like harvested wheat.

The meadow was a mess, littered with the remains of orc soldiers pinned to the ground.

Before the battle began, Orgrim had already strongly advised his soldiers to equip their soldiers with thick enough shields, after all, siege is different from field warfare. But what did the black hand say?

"Invincible orc warriors are not afraid of vile spear throwing. ”

It's like using orc soldiers to fill a death trap that will never be filled!

The Dark Gate has been inexplicably closed, Gul'dan is missing again, and the Orc Expeditionary Force has no backup. The warriors of the tribe died one less than one, and the black hand still wasted the lives of the warriors like this!?

Orgrim gritted his fangs and rattled.

"The city is broken!?" suddenly came a cry of surprise from ahead.

Orgrim instinctively felt that something was wrong, it was too simple, the defense line that humans had laid out for so long was so easily breached, and the heavy loss in the previous town of Stormwind still made Orgrim remember it vividly.

The Black Hand waved his rocky fist triumphantly and shouted, "Look! the warriors of the tribe are invincible. ”

Nearly a thousand orcs rushed in through the wooden gates that had been knocked open, and Ogrim soon realized that something was wrong. When a large number of orcs rushed in, a steel fence as thick as an orc's thigh fell on the city gate.

The next moment, the flames rose into the sky.

The entire battlefield suddenly resounded with the desperate wails of thousands of orcs screaming at the same time.

That's right, it was an urn city for luring enemies, which was filled with whale grease, and when a large number of orcs poured in, the human soldiers lowered the enhanced version of the 'jack gate' and lit it......

Orcs are fierce warriors, but in the face of a steep wall full ten meters high, and in front of thousands of javelinmen and pikemen waiting in battle, any climb is doomed to futility. Countless torches were thrown down, easily turning the entire urn city into a hell of flames.

The screams of the orcs in the middle made even the orcs who tried to use the clumsy wooden ladder to climb the city wall outside to be stunned.

"Hahaha! Well burned!" King Ryan looked excited, even though the stench of the roasted meat could still be clearly transmitted to his nostrils through the prepared face towel, and he praised Duke's clever plan to stay.

The tragic loss made the big chief's face as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Withdraw!" rarely, the black hand ordered the withdrawal of troops.

Then, for seven days, the Horde launched one onslaught after another on Stormwind, leaving at least 3,000 corpses on each day, but the Horde's best result was only the second wall.

On the eighth day, things took a turn for the better.

"Found a way to take Stormwind!" (To be continued.) )