The once peaceful and peaceful city of Stormwind has now turned into hell. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Antlers and ditches were everywhere, and almost every sturdy building in the city was transformed into bunkers with sandbags, gravel and wood, and the soldiers who acted as death squads fought the invaders in various ways.

The javelinmen hid behind the windows on the third floor, constantly firing at the attacking orcs. In the ranks of the orcs marching along the main road, there were constantly orcs who were shot and fell to the ground, but the orc soldiers ignored it completely, and just attacked and beat hard.

Whether it was a human barricade position or a bunker converted from a mansion, the various orc clans were scrambling to launch wave after wave of attacks, and the green frenzy flooded one position after another.

First the Draenei capital city of Shattrath, then the human Stormwind City, which city will be next?

The orc soldiers didn't think much about it, and the sense of high spirit and honor of breaking through the enemy capital had already made the orcs lose their minds.

Most of Stormwind City has been caught in the flames of war, but the human positions are layered on top of each other, like a woman's thousand gauze skirts, and every time they tear apart one position, they must be the next one in the horizon. It was not even too late to plant the banner of the clan, and a human position responsible for covering it would surely rain javelins.

The kind of fortifications that covered each other, as if they were endless, gave the attacking orc commander a big headache.

The bloodletting of the tribe is expanding imperceptibly.

Just when the fighting in various areas was extremely fierce, a large and silent team made a straight way to the church district of Stormwind.

Here, backed by the huge and gorgeous Cathedral of Stormwind City, nearly a thousand royal guards stood with swords in their hands, waiting for them.

Over there, the Great Chieftain Orc Guard, who was more burly than ordinary orcs and had an average height of nearly three meters, came surrounded by the Great Chief Black Hand and Orgrim.

These elite orc guards, dressed in thick black leather armor that covered almost their entire bodies, wore hideous shoulder armor with sharp bone spurs that towered into the sky, and wore all-iron horned helmets crafted by the best orc laborers, and carried in one hand a huge battle axe seized from the hands of humans.

These giant battle axes, which humans must hold in their hands to lift, are just one-handed axes in the case of elite orc guards.

Ryan's eyes narrowed.

The green crowd parted left and right like a tide, and the giant-like Great Chieftain, who was probably more than three and a half meters tall, strode forward with Orgrim, who was holding the [Hammer of Destruction].

Stepping on the green bricks on the ground of the church area, the masonry under the feet of the Great Chief would let out an overwhelmed moan* with every step he took.

The black hand stood thirty meters from the steps, and the hideous eyes larger than a bull's eye swept from the human side to the right.

His gaze easily locked on King Lane, who was in golden armor and incomparably squeamish.

"I'm the Black Hand of the Great Chief of the Tribe, are you the Great Chief of the Human Storm Clan?" The rumbling sound of the Black Hand shook the ear drums of everyone on the human side.

Naturally, the black hand spoke orc language, and Ryan, Lothar, and the others all turned their heads slightly to look at the interpreter Duke.

"This guy is the orc Great Chief Black Hand, and he is asking Your Majesty about your identity. Duke replied decently.

"Tell him. Ryan said.

Duke bowed slightly, then turned to the black hand, palmed his left hand upward, made an introductory gesture, and said in orc language: "Black hand! In front of you is His Majesty Ryan Ureon, the Venerable King of the Stormwind Kingdom, the distant bloodline of the only human empire Arathor Empire Soladin the Great a thousand years ago, and now the leader of the Alliance of the Seven Human Kingdoms. ”

Well, the Duke translator deliberately went off track.

No one in the tribe knows human language, and no one in Stormwind really knows orc language, so it's not a matter of a few words from Duke. Anyway, listening to Duke's tone, it was no different from the introduction of the ceremonial officer, and no one noticed that Duke was starting to do bad things.

Duke then pointed his finger at Lothar: "And this is the descendant of Soladin the Great and the strongest warrior of mankind - Sir Anduin Lothar." ”

Seeing Duke introduce himself, Lothar stood upright, drew his sword out of its sheath, and then put the long sword on his chest.

The black hand is a relatively simple-headed guy, he blinked, pointed at Ryan, and replied in a rumbling voice: "You mean to say that Ryan is not only the chief of this clan, but also the chief of the seven clans?"

Duke quickly repeated the Black Hand's words.

"Reply to him. In a dignified tone. Ryan said softly.

Duke took the chicken feather as an arrow: "Black hand, Your Majesty has mercy on your low brain capacity...... Well, you simple-minded guys can't figure out the difference between a clan and a kingdom anyway. Whatever you want. Do you think that His Majesty Ryan Ureon is the Great Chieftain too. ”

The black hand didn't understand what it meant to have a low brain capacity, but it felt like it was a curse, and he was furious.

"Roar-" A terrifying roar with a lung capacity of less than 20,000 milliliters, that kind of fierce whistling sound, it is easy to remind people of a roaring giant bear.

At the same moment, Orgrim slammed his hammer on the ground, and a huge sound once again raged on the eardrums of everyone on the human side, and Orgrim cursed angrily: "Presumptuous! You kings of the small kingdom that are about to perish are not qualified to despise our great chieftain. ”

"Huh, perdition, I don't know how vast the territory of the world of Azeroth is...... Hmph! Stormwind is nothing more than the southern nation of the Human Alliance. Even if you capture Stormwind, you will only destroy a clan. Duke was unrelenting.

The orcs showed signs of madness, and of course Lothar was not to be outdone, as soon as he raised his sword, all the royal guards put down their shields together, and the sharp swords were erected in the gap between the shields, like poisonous snakes that were about to pop out.

For a time, the two sides were tense.

The Black Hand's large, rocky black arm stood in front of Orgrim.

"Forget it. I recognize that your king is barely qualified to send someone to challenge me, but the orcs only accept the most courageous alien warriors to challenge me......" The Black Hand's voice fell, and he didn't even need to give a look, and an extremely burly guard of the Black Hand suddenly took three steps forward with an axe.

Orgrim shouted, "If that Anduin or something is really the first warrior of mankind, let him prove himself!"

Duke turned his head: "Yo, Anduin, the Black Hand only accepts the challenge of the best warriors in mankind. You've got to finish that guy first. ”

Lothar tilted her head: "Just a word?"

Duke asked rhetorically, "Could it be that the Black Hand despises us and says that the Stormwind Kingdom is just a small kingdom and we have to translate it every sentence?"

Ryan smiled: "Anduin, don't be so sensitive, our chief court archmage will know it." ”

"Okay, kill this guy, the big chief of the other party will fight me, right?"

"Yes!" (To be continued.) )