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Quite simply, a frontal assault on Stormwind has made the Tribe suffer. Stormwind is located in a huge valley. There are only two exits to the valley, the harbour to the west, and the land route to the south.

Maritime affairs have never been the strong point of the orcs, and in order to capture Stormwind as soon as possible and break the resistance of the humans, the Black Hand gave up his army and attacked the Western Wilderness. In the eyes of the black hand, it was a matter of minutes to get the weak human guard of Stormwind City, and he didn't expect to be stuck in the outer city wall for a full week, and he also lost more than 30,000 orc elites.

This is only the outer wall, according to the scout's report, the Black Hand knows that there is a huge lake behind the outer wall of Stormwind, which is the real moat of Stormwind. Behind that moat are the walls of the real Stormwind.

And that's not all. The scout could see from afar that there were canals throughout Stormwind. Inside, the humans are fortifying the neighborhoods day and night.

Not only that, but there seems to be a huge fortress to the northeast of Stormwind City. That's the center of the royal city of mankind.

The black hands are all big.

The orcs want to occupy the whole world, and in the case of no backup, they will lose too many troops here, how can they fight?

However, the scout's report made the black hand who was bitter on the side very excited.

For humans, huge valleys are natural barriers.

For orcs who climb mountains and mountains all year round, no matter how steep the mountains are, it is not a matter. Directly east of Stormwind, there is a relatively flat mountain path that can be detoured to the walls of Stormwind.

Although the humans also built tall walls on this side, there was only one wall, instead of the three outer walls in the direction of the main entrance to the south, plus the huge moat and inner wall inside.

If you attack from the east, you will get quite close to the huge fortress.

"Orgrim, you lead a commando team to attack over there. I continued my feints on the front. ”

"Understood. ”

The happy Great Chief did not realize that his once incomparably loyal lieutenant had a gloomy face at this moment.

Once upon a time, Blackhand and Orgrim were like brothers. Many years ago, when the Blackstone clan was in danger of being wiped out by ogres, the Black Hand launched a surprise attack with his lieutenant Orgrim. On the eve of the battle, he helped Orgrim reclaim the legendary weapon [Hammer of Doom] from the lava pool, much to the excitement of the entire clan warriors and the victory of the great battle in one fell swoop.

Unfortunately, in the lava pool, his fist was blackened by the chaotic forces of nature and turned into rock, hence the name of the Black Hand.

It can be said that the Black Hand and Orgrim are lifelong friends.

But their relationship cracked because of Guldan. Ogrim had just received the news that the guards he had sent to escort the Durotan had betrayed him!

Seeing the fangs of Durotan sent by his men, Orgrim almost fell into a frenzy, and could not wait to launch a duel against the black hand of the Shadow Council, who had been desperately sheltered by the Shadow Council, to challenge the leadership of the tribe [Makgora].

But he held back!

Before the time, not only did he have to kill the evil Patron, but he also had to uproot Gul'dan's Shadow Council.

Thankfully, he found his chance. By chance, he came across the weak female orc assassin Garona on his way. He and his guards caught her. The stench of Gul'dan's curse on her was something Ogrim could smell from several tents.

Orgrim was almost ecstatic, knowing that if he continued to torture Garona, he would learn the true lair of Gul'dan and the Shadow Council.

What he lacked most was time.

He had to endure until that moment came.

Orgrim took the order, and when his troops appeared like divine soldiers on the walls of Stormwind near Stormwind Fortress, all he saw was a handful of weak human pikemen. Not to mention ballistas and trebuchets, not even his most hated javelinmen.

"For the Horde!" Orgrim roared, and the orcs who followed his roar swarmed toward the wall.

Unlike the outer walls of Stormwind, which have been fortified and fortified. This section of the wall, built in the direction of the cliff, is more of a decoration. From the beginning of the construction, no one thought that there would be an enemy who would be able to climb over the mountains and climb the steep mountain walls to get here.

Even if there are real enemies, there will not be many of them. Moreover, the steep mountain wall is bound to not be able to carry heavy siege tools, and there are not many trees on that side, so the wall on this side is only more than five meters high.

For unarmed humans, this is already a trench.

To be able to build such a high height is also considered by the builders of the year very seriously.

No one would have thought that not only were there enemies here, but also unreasonable orcs.

It doesn't matter if there is no ladder, the orcs who rushed to the city wall first squatted, crossed their fingers into a nest, and lifted them up with brute force against the big soles of their companions.

An orc weighing hundreds of pounds 'flew' onto the five-meter-high city wall in this way.

The elite of Stormwind City have all been taken to the main gate by Lothar, not only Lothar, but also King Ryan and most of his Praetorian Guards are on the side of the outer wall. Along with them were all the remaining mages of Stormwind.

At this moment, the Storm Fortress can be described as extremely empty.

Guarding in the fortress, there is only half of the Praetorian Guard brigade, plus the miscellaneous combat strength, the total is less than 500 people.

The city guards had been defeated, and yet, even those 500 men had to face a full 3,000 wolf-like orc elites. Behind them were the queen and the young prince, as well as the families of nearly a hundred high-ranking nobles.

"For the king!" the Praetorian Guard fought back, working very hard, and their rigorously trained skills allowed them to not fall behind even when they were one-on-one against the orc elite. It's a pity that there are too few of them.

Strong orcs have countless opportunities to make mistakes, and a relatively weak human will be killed instantly if he misses a shot.

Blood, flowing from the main entrance of Stormwind Fortress to the Hall of Thrones. After the brutal fighting, there were twisted corpses of flesh and blood, brains splattered, torn into countless pieces or dead heads.

The Praetorian Knights worked hard, but they still couldn't stop the scales of victory from tipping in favor of the orcs.

In the throne hall, Varian drew his short dagger and held it in front of his mother. Behind them, those aristocratic young masters and young ladies had already let out cowardly exclamations.

Far outside the Stormwind Fortress, a full four blocks away, was King Ryan galloping back with the Praetorian Guard.

The last barrier in front of the queen and the little prince, the valiant Sir Windsor, was knocked down by a red-skinned orc wielding a giant hammer.

Despair spreads uncontrollably.

Partial-born at this time, Varian Ureon saw the light...... That's arcane brilliance!(To be continued.) )