Stormwind God

In the stormy city of the past and peace, at this moment it has become hell.

Antlers are everywhere, and trenches are everywhere. Almost every relatively strong building in the city has been transformed into sand bunkers by sandbags, gravel and wood. Soldiers acting as death squads attack the invaders in various ways.

Hiding behind a window on the third floor, the javelin shoots at the attacking orcs. In the orc team that started along the road, there were constantly orcs shot down to the ground, but the orc soldiers ignored it completely and just stormed hard.

Whether it is a human barricade position or a bunker transformed by a mansion, various orc clans are scrambling to launch waves of attacks, and the green tide floods one position after another.

First is the capital of the Draenei, Shattrath City, and then human Stormwind City. Which city will be next?

The orc soldier didn't think much about it. The sense of glory and honor that broke through the enemy's capital has long caused the orcs to lose their senses.

Most areas of Stormwind have been caught in the flames of war, but human positions are layered on top of each other, like women's dresses. Whenever they tear up a position, it must be the next one. Even before the clan's banner is inserted, a human jailer who is responsible for the cover will surely throw a javelin.

The cover of each other, as if endless fortifications, gave the attacking orc commander a headache.

The blood of the tribe was unknowingly expanding.

Just as the terrible battles were fought in various regions, a large and silent team came straight to the Stormwind Church.

Here, backed by the huge and gorgeous Stormwind Cathedral, the guards of the Thousand Kings' Family stood with swords and waited.

There, he was more burly than the average orc, and the Warchief Orc Guard, who averaged nearly three meters in height, gathered the Warchief black hand and Orgrim.

These elite orc guards are wearing black thick leather armor covering almost the whole body, wearing stern shoulder armor with high bones and sharp bones, wearing full iron horn helmets carefully crafted by the best orc laborers. A huge tomahawk collected from human hands.

In the eyes of these humans, the huge battle axe that must be held by both hands is just a one-handed axe in the Elite Orc Guardian.

Ryan's eyes narrowed.

The green crowd is separated from the left and right like a tide. I am afraid that the black chief with a figure of more than three and a half meters and a giant is walking with Orgrim in his hand.

Stepping on the green bricks on the ground of the church, every step of the chief warrior, the bricks and stones under his feet would make an overwhelming groan *.

Black hands stood 30 meters from the steps, squinting eyes larger than bull's eyes swept from the human side to the right.

His gaze was easily locked on King Ryan with his golden helmet and armour, and his incomparable bag.

"I'm the black chief of the tribal chief, are you the chief of the human storm clan?" The roaring voice of the black hand shocked everyone's ear drums.

The black hand spoke naturally of orc language, and Lane, Lothar and others all turned their heads slightly to look at the translator Duke.

"This guy is the orc warchief black hand, and he is asking your Majesty your identity." Duke answered normally.

"Tell him," Lane said.

Duke bowed gently, then turned to the black hand, left palm up, made an introductory gesture, and said in orc: "Black hand! In front of you is the distinguished King of the Storm Kingdom, King Ryan Wrynn, the only one thousands years ago. The distant bloodline of the great human empire Arathor, the Saladin Emperor, and now the leader of the Alliance of the Seven Human Kingdoms. "

Well, the Duke translator deliberately deviated.

No one on the tribe can speak human language, and no one on Stormwind can really speak orc language. How to turn it is not a few words of Duke. Anyway, listening to Duke's tone, it was no different from the introduction of the ceremony officer, and no one found that Duke was starting to do bad things.

Duke then pointed his finger at Lothar. "And this is Sir Andouin Lothar, the descendant of Thoradin, the strongest human warrior."

When Duke introduced himself, Lothar stood upright, pulled his sword out of the sheath, a sword flower, and then the sword stood on his chest.

The black hand was a guy with a relatively simple head. He blinked, pointed to Lane, and his voice banged loudly: "Do you mean, Lane is not only the chief of this clan, but also the chief of the seven clan?"

Duke quickly recounted the words of the black hand.

"Reply to him. In a more austere tone." Lane whispered softly.

Duke holds the feather arrow: "Black hand! Your Majesty has pity on your brain .... Okay, anyway, you simple guys can't tell the difference between clan and kingdom. Just do it. You think Ryan Wrynn Your Majesty can also be the Chief. "

The black hand couldn't understand what is called low brain capacity, but it felt like a curse, and he was angry.

"Roar" said that the vital capacity was less than 20,000 milliliters of horrible roar, and the fierce howling sound was easy to remind of the roaring giant bear.

At the same moment, Orgrim hit the ground with a hammer, and the huge shock once again ravaged the eardrums of everyone on the human side. Orgrim scolded: "Excessive! You, the king of the dying little kingdom, are not qualified to despise us. Great Chief. "

"Huh! Destroyed? I don't know how vast and superficial the world territory of Azeroth ... Huh! Stormwind is just a southern country of the Human Alliance. Even if you storm Stormwind, it's just as if you destroyed it. A tribe clan. "Duke showed no weakness.

The orcs were a little bit flustered. Of course, Lothar was unwilling to show weakness. With one sword, all the royal guards put down their shields. The sharp sword stood in the gap between the shield and the shield, like a poisonous snake about to pop out.

For a time, the two sides clashed.

Black Hand's huge rocky black arm blocked in front of Orgrim.

"Forget it. Humans! I recognize that your king barely sent someone to challenge me, but the orcs only accept the most brave alien warrior challenges ..." The black hand voice fell, not even the wink, a very burly pro Wei held the axe and stepped forward three steps.

Orgrim shouted: "If that Anduin is really the first human warrior, let him prove himself!"

Duke turned his head: "Yo, Anduin, the black hand only accepts the challenge of the human warrior who can fight the most. You must kill that guy first."

Lothar tilted his head: "Just a word?"

Duke asked: "Does the black hand despise us and say that the Stormwind Kingdom is just a small kingdom that needs to be translated sentence by sentence?"

Ryan smiled: "Anduin, don't be so sensitive, our Chief Court Master * will know."

"Well, kill this guy's chief warrior and fight me, right?"

"Yes!" (To be continued.)