Stormwind God

The soldiers were so arrogant that they roared with a low voice: "Your Majesty! Let's take a step!"

"Okay!" Ryan held his sword, and Jianguang's cold mang reflected Ryan's brave but not young face in the sparkling light.

Duke, standing beside Ryan, was infected by this tragic atmosphere at this moment, and I don't know when the tears would slip down.

As a child, the tribe's trembling drums came almost as promised.

The rough roar peculiar to tribal warriors again came from the east and north mountains.

Dozens of goblin-specific flares flew into the air, driving away the darkness, and the people and horses attacked by the tribe could see clearly.

Not only the smoother mountain roads are packed with muscular black stone clan warriors. Even on those steep mountain walls, countless thick ropes hang down, and the orc's burly figure descends.

It was a real green frenzy.

In the direction of the wall, the crossbow machine sounded continuously. But the orc was madly surging towards the city wall with the crossbow cannon and the gravel falling from the sky.

An orc with a helmet and a head was smashed by a thrown stone. His burly body fell down and quickly became the stepping stone for the next orc. He continued to run along the gravel **** towards the city wall.

An orc was shot through his chest with a javelin, and he still threw his battle axe at a human warrior on the wall, facing the weakness of the rapid loss of life.

A fierce battle took place on the entire east and north wall.

The decisive battle has begun!

The orc besieged Stormwind, a golden lion with scars. However, even if he was weak, even if he lost, this male lion still opened his sharp minions to give the invaders the most severe revenge!

Not far away, Orgrim stood on top of his famous Hammer of Destruction. He saw humans launching a brave and desperate charge back against the orcs who were against the wall.

Then he was drowned again by the orcs' green frenzy.

Orgrim narrowed his eyes, and he felt an ominous sign. I heard that human beings have seven kingdoms, and those dwarfs that are only knee-high also have a kingdom. I heard that there are elves who are thin and thin. If every kingdom rebelled fiercely like this stormy kingdom, how many of the tribe's warriors could return alive after repeated battles before conquering this world?

"Hahaha! Cowardly humans are just a little bit of a prey, not tribal warriors at all!" Not far from Orgrim, the chief warrior black pointed at the section of the wall that had fallen into the hands of the tribe and issued Laughing loudly.

Orgrim felt wrong.

Compared to the elite humans he battled a few days ago, although these humans have a nearly crazy morale, it is clear that many humans were wounded before they rushed up.

Orgrim even ran to an arrow tower, and he suddenly found that many of the dead human soldiers had broken legs.

Jumping out of the arrow tower, Orgrim found the black hand: "The chief, it seems a bit wrong, the human spirit is not there."

The black hand raised his hardened black hand and pointed it everywhere, roaring and roaring everywhere, and the sound of ping-pong fighting was still coming.

"Obviously, cowardly humans are still resisting."

Orgrim did not want to admit it, it was true, the fierce fighting could not deceive people.

At this time, an outpost rushed back to report: "Report to the chief, the human guards are retreating to the west port! But every block of the human city has walls and moats, and the resistance is very fierce."

"Hahaha! Stupid human!" Heihan laughed with his belly in his hands.

Orgrim went on to see the fire, and human beings opened almost every big house in the city as a stronghold, built barricades at each street intersection, dug trenches, and formed small positions.

Looking at the fierce resistance, it seems that he is going to fight against the tribe.

"Street fighting?" Orgrim finally couldn't help but sneer when he saw here.

At that time, the Draenei had a shining light (holy light) to help and had excellent weapons, but the Draenei still couldn't hold the Shattrath City. In the most individual street fighting, Orgrim does not think that any race can beat the tribal warriors.

The black hand laughed wildly: "If the human city has more defenses like the outer wall, and they keep all their forces on the wall, the tribe may have to pay more sacrifice. But are these fragile humans dumb? It ’s going to fight with us, hahahaha !? "

This time, not only Orgrim, all the chiefs next to the black hand laughed and laughed.

"Hahaha! No warrior is the opponent of the strongest warrior orc! Those shooters and crossbows in street fighting are not good enough, humans are dead!"

The black hand waved a huge hand: "You can attack overnight, you can't let a human. Let the other loot be free, but leave the head of the other chief chief to me!"

"Yes!" The chiefs of these small and medium-sized clan beamed with joy, and one by one, they dispersed and returned to command their troops among their clan.

"Orgrim! You, your leader, rush to the port as soon as possible. I don't want to let another human run away."

"understand!"

For days of siege operations, it is a fake that the orcs do not tire.

However, breaking through the energetic feeling brought by the enemy capitals made every orc stunned. There is no longer any discipline or cooperation, and the orcs remaining near Stormwind can be said to have come out of the nest.

They killed every street and alley in Stormwind.

Kill when you see someone, and grab it when you see something novel. Looking at the shiny gold and silver utensils, the orcs didn't feel much, but it might be good to make dental ornaments after melting. But seeing the sophisticated weapons of human beings, especially the sharp tomahawks and the like, the orcs often fight each other for these rare trophies in their eyes.

Because this is the moment of victory and the gift of the chief.

The orc's rude roar, and the long torch of the torch, filled every road, every street in Stormwind, and the wanton footsteps gradually replaced the fierce killing.

Orcs don't care where humans go, maybe humans are shivering in large houses called churches. Every ugly face, with the exception of crickets, is the suppression of tyranny and ecstasy released after a long time.

Victory!

Although humans have caused them a lot of trouble, victory is victory!

Suddenly, clusters of huge beams of light converged on a huge building near the west. The huge golden lion flag, which is one floor high above the building, shines brilliantly.

At the same moment, the orcs heard strange sounds. (To be continued.)