Stormwind God

A few minutes later, icy cold winds emerged from dozens of mage towers standing near the east wall. This cold icy wind blew across the moat, and in just ten seconds, the eastern moat that was more than five kilometers long froze.

"Wow!" The orcs who were flowing in the moat were killed suddenly. They suddenly found themselves getting slower and slower as they walked away. The water pressure was nothing, but the strong pressure now squeezed their chests, forcing every bite of air out of their lungs.

Discomfort, coldness, despair!

At least two thousand orcs were frozen to death in a frozen moat.

Standing arrogantly in the highest magic tower, the member of the Silvermoon Council, Marian, looked at the magic tower in front of herself, which was purely for attack.

"It's only a 100% increase ... It's better than nothing, and I can't expect anything good in this magical civilization's barren place." After talking to herself, Marianne smiled coldly, and then all the subordinates of Magic Communications Unicom : "In the name of Quiltore! [Frozen Forest]"

In the magical messaging network, the voices of hundreds of high-level elven mages sounded in unison.

"In the name of Quildore"

In the next moment, all the magic towers in the east of Lordaeron had some movement. From the spire of the magic tower close to the palace, soft white light blooms first.

The atmosphere is vibrating, and you can see the white frost elements condensing into snowflake-sized light spots, and quickly converging on each magic tower.

The sand gathers into a tower.

The water meets the river.

Baichuan into the sea.

The magic tower violently extracts the water element of the entire city, and then transmits the water element to the magic tower near the city wall with a visible beam of light.

Princess Kalia, standing on the balcony, was surprised to see that a huge white network was forming over the entire Dongcheng District, and it looked like a huge spider web.

Gather!

Cohesion!

sublimation!

Seeing so many magic towers emitting white light outside the city, Orgrim shouted instinctively: "Gul'dan"

The only answer to him was the stern expression of the guards around him, and a lonely wind.

Correct! Gul'dan is not here.

The tribe's only Shadow Council Warlock group or two-headed ogre wizard group that can fight against the Alliance Mage are not here. The former was destroyed by Orgrim, and the latter ... the ogre wizards who were supposed to have come to the meeting long ago are not here.

Orgrim had an ominous premonition in his subconscious.

At this moment, he could only squint his teeth and watch the warriors of the Blackrock clan bear the horrible legionary magic that was about to fall with the flesh and blood.

Only at this time, Orgrim could truly feel the importance of the tribal warlocks and mages he loved and hated.

Everything is too late.

[Frozen Forest] has started!

The moat was an important part of the entire defense line. The moat, which was dug along the edge of the city and introduced into the waters of Lordaemir, suddenly attacked the orcs.

Numerous crystal-clear icy clusters resemble an ice-colored hedgehog, arching his spine-like spine in a moat that is several miles long. The ice thorns pierced countless previous kills and released their barbaric and violent orc warriors.

The thick iron armor was still unable to stop the sharp edge of the ice thorn, and life had not completely lost its exhausted body, and the trembling and trembling on the ice thorn continued.

The next moment, almost everyone on the defense line saw this frozen forest, which was executed like a torture rack, and turned the entire defense line into a crystal clear and cruel artwork, with blood everywhere ...

The orcs were completely stunned for a while, and Lordaeron was almost a hedgehog shell armed to his teeth on his outer hood.

This is not the end, and Halduron Brightwing and Lor'themar Theron raised their long bows high.

Bending a bow and an arrow, two emerald green lights draw two wonderful arcs in the sky.

One second later, the bow strings trembled from the towers around the city. All Lordaeron soldiers who saw the gods in the city saw a black cloud rising at high speed into the sky, reflecting the sky into a dark cloud. Stopping at the highest point, pouring down his head and covering his face.

Unlike humans who use arrow density to make up for the lack of accuracy, this dark cloud is actually a combination of precision shooting and overlay shooting.

At Duke's insistence, the rangers sent by the elves this time used steel arrows produced by the Ironforge Copperbeard Dwarf. After the Rangers spent a few days accustomed to it, the damage was greatly improved.

It can be seen that many orcs have been shot through the key after making dodge and resist actions. For example, a guy obviously blocked his face and throat with his arm, but was shot through the helmet by a steel arrow from the side, and went straight to his temple to die.

In the gap between the two sides, no more than a living orc was within 30 meters of the moat.

attack?

Still not attacking?

This is a serious problem.

"Can't retreat! You must attack it! Missed today, and may not have the opportunity to easily win the core city of this alliance in the future." Orgrim growled.

His plan is correct.

He worked hard to find the opportunity to hit the core kingdom of the alliance in one fell swoop, and he couldn't just let it go. After a brief ecstasy of destroying Alterac, Orgrim finally realized that it was impossible to destroy the resistance of humans, elves, and dwarves.

The ten nations of the Alliance, the Seven Kingdoms of Mankind, the two dwarves, plus a higher elven, today, with the tribal combat power not overwhelmingly superior, protracted war has become what the tribe does not want to see.

The Horde is rapidly weakening. Orgrim knows: If the Alliance cannot be defeated within this year, and the battle of fortifications will be changed into a raid war, then the Horde will likely be counterattacked and lose all the sites it has defeated.

Orgrim winked at Samuro and waved at the two troll chiefs. Immediately the Trolls and the Blades of the Fireblade Clan were all pressed down.

The trolls and the elves have been fighting for thousands of years, and they know each other thoroughly. They are simply shooting, and the trolls are never virtual elves. Thousands of trolls, under the cover of hundreds of orc warriors holding human tower shields, approached the city wall without fear, and fired against the high-level elven rangers.

The heavily-launched shot fired at the tower with a force that almost violated the gravity of the earth. Even if it didn't hit, it would throw a burst of stones in the tower. The elven rangers had to avoid their sharp edges, and used the shooting holes of the human arrow towers to fight back the trolls.

As a result, both the horizon and the shooting horizon have been severely affected.

At the same time, those very agile orc sword masters stepped up the city head from the gap of the ice crystal forest, straddled the city wall, and aimed at the elven mage in the magic tower to kill them. (To be continued.)

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