Stormwind God

The chief warrior's black hand is very hard.

Quite simply, storming the Stormwind City head-on made the Horde suffer. Stormwind City is located in a huge valley. The valley has only two exits, the harbour to the west, and the land road to the south.

Maritime has never been an orc's strong point, and in order to capture Stormwind as soon as possible and dismantle human resistance, the black hands gave up their troops to attack the western wilderness. From a black hand's perspective, it is a matter of minutes to get a stormy city guarded by a weak human being. I never expected that it would be stuck on the outer wall for a full week, and lost more than 30,000 orcs.

This is just the outer city wall. According to the scout report, the black hand knows that there is a huge lake behind the outer city wall of Stormwind City, that is the true moat of Stormwind City. Behind that moat is the wall of the real Stormwind.

That's not enough. The scout looked far away, and there were canals in the entire Stormwind City. Humans inside are fortifying each block day and night.

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

Black hands are big.

What the orcs are going to occupy is the whole world. When the backup is cut off, too many troops are damaged here. How can this be fought?

However, the scout's report made the hard-working black hand very excited.

For humans, huge valleys are a natural barrier.

For the orcs who cross the mountains all the year round, no matter how steep the mountain is, it is nothing. To the east of Stormwind City, there is a relatively flat mountain road that can be detoured to the wall of Stormwind City.

Although humans have also built tall walls here, there is only one wall instead of the three outer walls in the direction of the south main gate, plus the huge moat and inner walls inside.

If you break into the east, you will be quite close to that huge fort.

"Orgrim, you lead a commando to attack there. I continue to attack on the front."

"understand."

The delighted chieftain did not realize that his once loyal deputy had a gloomy face at this moment.

Once upon a time, black hands and Orgrim were close brothers. Many years ago, when the people of the Blackrock clan were facing the danger of being exterminated by ogres, Blackhand launched an assault with his lieutenant Orgrim. On the eve of the battle, he helped Orgrim recapture the legendary weapon [Damage Hammer] from the lava pool, which made the entire clan's fighters inexplicable and won the battle in one fell swoop.

Unfortunately, in the lava pool, his fists were blackened by the chaotic forces of nature and turned into rocks, hence the name Black Hand.

It can be said that the black hand and Orgrim are fatal friendships.

But their relationship was cracked by Gul'dan. Because Orgrim had just received the news, the guards he sent to **** the Durotans betrayed him! The guy turned to the Shadow Council and killed the Durotans along with the killers of the Shadow Council.

Seeing Durotan's fangs sent by him, Orgrim was almost insane, and can't wait to launch a duel against the tribal leadership against the dark hands of the sheltered Shadow Council [Makgora].

But he held back!

It's not the time, not only is he going to kill the evil asylum black hand, he is also going to uproot Gul'dan's Shadow Council.

Fortunately, he found a chance. It was very accidental that he actually encountered the cowardly orc female Assassin Garona on the patrol. He and his guard caught her. The smell of Gul'dan's curse on her could be smelled by Orgrim every few tents.

Orgrim was almost ecstatic, knowing that as long as Torona continued to be tortured, he would know where Gul'dan and the Shadow Council's true nest were.

time! What he lacks most is time.

He must be patient before that moment arrives.

Orgrim took the lead. When his troops appeared like storms on the stormy city walls near Stormwind Fortress, all he saw was a handful of weak human spearmen. Not to mention crossbows and trebuchets, not even his most hated javelinman.

"For the tribe!" Orgrim yelled, and the orcs following his roar rushed towards the wall.

It is different from the outer wall of Stormwind that has been built and consolidated. The section of the wall built in the direction of the cliff is more of a decoration. Since the beginning of construction, no one had ever thought that there would be enemies who could climb mountains and ridges across the steep walls to come here.

Even if there are real enemies, the number will not be large. Moreover, the steep mountain walls are bound to be unable to carry heavy siege tools, and there are not a few trees over there, so the wall on this side is only more than five meters high.

For unarmed humans, this is a natural sound.

It can be made so high, which is considered by the builders of that year to be considered very seriously.

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

It doesn't matter if there is no ladder, the orc rushing down to the city wall first squatted, his fingers crossed into a nest shape, and he pushed up with his companion's big feet with brute force.

An orc weighing several hundred pounds just 'flyed' on the five-meter-high wall.

The elite of Stormwind have been taken to the main entrance by Lothar. Not only Lothar, but also King Ryan and most of his guards are on the outer wall. I went with all the mages remaining in Stormwind.

The storm fortress at this moment is extremely empty.

Keeping in the fort, there are only half of the Guards Brigade, combined with a variety of combat capabilities, adding up to less than 500 people.

The city guards have been defeated. However, for such 500 people, they have to face three thousand orcs like wolf-like tigers. Behind them are the queen and young Chujun, and the family members of nearly a hundred higher nobles.

"For the King!" The Guards desperately fought back, and they worked very hard. The rigorous training of skilled combat skills kept them from falling even when they were one-on-one with the orcs. Unfortunately, they are too few.

A strong orc has countless opportunities to make mistakes. If a human with a relatively weak physique misses, he will be instantly killed.

Blood flowed from the main entrance of the Storm Fortress to the Throne Hall. After the terrible slaughter, twisted flesh and blood, brains splattered, torn into countless pieces, or dead corpses were everywhere.

The guard knights worked very hard, but still couldn't stop the scales of victory from dumping to the orcs.

In the Throne Hall, Varian pulled out a short dagger and guarded his mother. Behind them, the aristocratic young ladies and young ladies had already made a frightening exclamation.

In the distance outside the Storm Fortress, four blocks away, King Ryan rushed back with the Guard.

The last barrier in front of the queen and the little prince, Sir Heroic Windsor, was knocked down by a red-skin orc waving a sledgehammer.

Despair, spreading uncontrollably.

Partial birth At this time, Varian Wrynn saw the light ... that was the glory of arcane! (To be continued.)