Starting from World of Warcraft, the wind swept the world

The barracks were quickly established, and with the full cooperation of the soldiers, the orcs quickly created a camp where the orcs could turn encounters into defensive battles.

Standing on the hillside near the barracks, Nairgo looked at the large group of ogres not far away, and couldn't help but laugh in his heart, "This kind of skirmishers is also worthy of being called a soldier?" Even the people who split their intestines are more like them. "

It seems that although the ogre has an inland sea, admires purple, the ruler is called the head of state, and the clothes and buildings are similar to Rome, from the perspective of the soldiers, I am afraid that these crooked dates cannot touch the legions of Rome."

Of course, it may also be that these he hit are the crooked dates of ogres.

Behind him, seven shamans lined up and chanted words, these are all the shamans currently in Fort Grobler, each wearing animal skins and hanging war drums on their waists, which can be said to be mysterious but down-to-earth shamans from the outside.

They are arranged by Nairgo, and since the ogre's mage is strong, then suppress them with a shaman, forcing the mage on the opposite side to fight with the shaman under Nairgo.

See who has the best skills.

"Are you all ready?" Nairgo asked them, they were different from Nairgo, Nairgo's grasp and affinity for the wind element was much higher than theirs, and his spells could be cast without preparation, but these shamans could not.

They nodded one by one, and Nairgo rhythmically beat the war drum around his waist, and several of them also learned something, and one by one, bloodthirsty magic was released into the soldiers in the camp.

In front of the tent set up in the barracks, Sylvanas felt the blessing of the magic on her body, she looked at Nelgo, but found that he was also paying attention to her, she smiled, nodded to him and turned away.

Nairgo withdrew his gaze, "Don't strike until you notice the position of the cannibal magician."

"Yes, my lord."

"It's almost time..." he thought silently.

At this time, the ogre's team had already seen the outline of the orc camp, and Valoa pulled out the war hammer on his waist and shouted loudly: "Smash the orcs, bulldoze the camp!" "

It's useless to treat these untouchables and tell them so clearly, just tell them where to smash people with a leather whip, anyway, their walnut-sized brains can only understand this."

The soldier only needs to know his orders, and does not need to know anything else.

"Smash the orcs!"

Those ogres couldn't wait, and if it weren't for the fear of Valoa's whipping, they would have rushed impatiently to kill all those dwarf orcs.

In this day and age, flogging to make soldiers fearful is also a common strategy to govern the army, and harsh punishment always makes soldiers understand what exactly to do.

Countless near-thunderous war roars came from the ogre's ranks, and this sound made the orcs' hearts sink immediately, they knew that the ogre had charged.

Although their formation is scattered, even Nairgo has to admit that the momentum of these monsters comparable to humanoid tank vehicles is really scary, even the thinnest one among them is more than a circle larger than ordinary orcs, and large size usually means strength, in the face of the charge of these heavy players, ordinary people are afraid that their feet are as heavy as lead and do not listen to orders.

Fortunately, after the training of Nairgo and Sylvanas, the orc soldiers lined up in a tight formation, holding large shields and steadily guarding the gate of the camp, even the Bladed Tiger Man.

Surrounded by comrades-in-arms, with a large shield in front of him, and strict military law behind him, the soldiers of Fort Grobler were not afraid, but just quietly watched the ogre collide.

This is not to mention ordinary ogres, even Valoa is a little confused, they are fighting orcs today? Shouldn't the orcs shout lok-tar, ogar in their mouths, come and rush, and the two fierce men kill each other passionately?

What are these guys holding big shields, could it be that the black stone orcs have logged in in a different place?

Wrong.

At this moment, the long horn sound in the orc camp sounded, as if in response to the ogre's roar.

"Archer ready!" Soldiers armed with bows and arrows and equipped with javelins in the command camp of Sylvanas were ready to shoot under the cover of the infantry in the front row.

These archers were small in number, only fifty people, and they were the elite trained by Sylvanas strictly according to the standards of the ranger forces of the Kingdom of Quilsalas, and compared to them, the archers of the orcs were more suitable to be called hunters.

But they seem to have called themselves hunters....

"Shoot!" The archers who heard the order quickly shot a rain of arrows at the dense group of ogres, whoosh, and these dozens of arrows fell into the body of the ogres.

There is almost no need to aim, their huge bodies make shooting moving targets as easy as fixed targets, or arrows seem to be sucked by their fat bodies, and it is difficult to fail.

But this does not mean that these archers play much role, their small number plus the thick skin of the ogre, even if several arrows appear on the body of an ogre at the same time, it does not affect his continued angry charge, these brainless and hateful monsters do not care about her archers, these archers can only play a role in harassment.

Sylvanas shook his head, the power of these arrows and the number of archers made it impossible for them to be the main force in this battle, and they were an atmosphere group without the use of javelins.

But the archer is a rookie, what happened to me ranger Sylvanas? She found a target of her own, a one-eyed ogre with an iron helmet on his ugly head and armor with ogre characteristics, which could mean that he was a regular soldier rather than a slave-like cargo.

With his head held high, his face full of confidence, and two or three arrows stuck in his thick skin.

She took aim at the target, and then shot the arrow neatly into his ugly one-eyed eye.

He was originally rushing towards the orcs like everyone else, maybe he still had a dream of killing all sides in his mind, but a sudden arrow shattered his illusion, and the most important thing on the battlefield was dead people, dead people like him.

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Sylvanas saw the soulless ogre corpse lying on the ground, his face did not change, it should be so, right?

As the distance approached, Sylvanas ordered the soldiers to change into javelins, and under this order, the archers abandoned their bows and arrows, which could only be used for harassment, and replaced them with javelins that were more harmful.

"Mage! Mage! "Valoa yelled, he wanted the mages to use arcane magic, plastic magic... What about him? Any magic will do, anyway, it will explode the orcs' defenses!

The ogre's mages are naturally powerful, and these casters dressed in silk and holding magic staff gather together, waving their magic staff with words in their mouths, and smashing towards the orc crowd one by one.