Stormwind God

Orgrim's hands trembled with the blow and the suppressed fury in his heart.

Victory is only a step away!

Originally in his mind, he could occupy the most important city in the alliance for a few more days at a time, defeating the resistance of the entire alliance, and turning them into bereavement dogs who collapsed when they met the tribe.

Now, the opportunity is no longer there, and victory has become increasingly slim, but in his heart, glory is always first.

Lost glory orcs are worthless.

Killing the enemy is glory!

Saving fellow citizens is glory!

It is glory to kill the traitor!

None of these can be less.

But why is everyone eager to kill the traitors first?

Orgrim saw the fear and hesitation in the eyes of the little chiefs.

fear? Hesitate? Are they still orcs?

Orgrim was just about to explode, but suddenly saw Lordaeron's east gate rising with a giant flag the size of the gate and the **** Duke Marcus' blue storm flag.

The chief's body shook involuntarily.

He understands!

This is the wicked result of his every Duke, and the explosion after many accumulations!

Orcs are simple! Without so many turns, they don't know what a strategic retreat is. All they knew was that their chief had never won against the owner of the blue storm flag.

Or, to win, to lose.

He refused to attack the city at Quel'Thalas and was again found to be afraid of Duke. In other words, these little chiefs who have eaten through Duke's misery have no hope of winning Duke. They'd rather go against Gul'dan, which also looks rather weird.

Orgrim felt a little queasy.

"Tomorrow, the whole army will advance to attack the camp north of the human city! If anyone has an opinion on my order, then [Makora] will solve it! If not, let me prepare it!" Orgrim forcibly The offensive plan was passed with the power of the chief.

After commanding the chiefs and deputies, only Orgrim remained.

The next day, although he never received specific instructions from Orgrim, Grom saw the smoke rising from the other side of Lordaeron.

"One distance and two near, three fumes, um, the signal of the attack is correct."

Wolf smoke is a simple means of communication. It can only be used to transmit simple signals. It is found that humans have not blocked themselves from siege. Grom subconsciously believes that Orgrim's side has put more pressure on humans.

From the beginning, Grom was almost on the onslaught of the entire army.

The good news came in less than half an hour.

"We're about to take down the city gate!" An orc growled, a grin on Grim * Hellscream's rough face.

Victory is here!

Although before that, no matter how many soldiers he sent, he couldn't take the thick line of defense at the border between Silverpine Forest and Tirisfal Woodland, but the situation has been reversed.

As he passed the line that had been discarded by humans, Grom saw firsthand that a large number of spitting iron golems were discarded by the roadside.

For the orcs, it is obviously not a problem to carry those heavy things, but humans have to use a carriage to carry these big guys on a narrow forest dirt road, which is probably enough.

Obviously, Orgrim's attack on the main city of the Alliance from the east caused great panic to these humans. During the multi-day march, Grom saw a large number of abandoned heavy, and even wounded soldiers who despaired of suicide.

Humans panicked.

Grom felt so.

In fact, his judgment was not wrong. Before returning to Lordaeron, if there was no Duke's strategy, the entire Army of Lordaeron would probably be broken up by more than half because of being pursued by the western army of the tribe. Even if it didn't fall apart, apart from Mograine's Scarlet Crusade, the other Lordaerons would not have much combat power.

Now, the city gate has been seriously deformed under the relentless impact of the orc vanguard. Once the city gate is breached, his soldiers can flood into the city, kill the remaining guards and level the city.

With this as their base, they can quickly occupy other parts of the continent, drive humans to the seaside, and push them into the sea. In the end this continent will belong to the tribe, and they will end the war and start a new life.

After so long aggrieved, Grom finally saw hope.

He carried his huge axe [Blood Roar], a well-known alliance and tribe, and watched his soldiers strike the city gate again.

If only the two-headed ogres were here, Grom couldn't help thinking that the big guys should be able to climb up the walls and use their weapons to make several large holes in the thick stones. But he wondered, why did the shouts across the city seem to come from the north of the city?

Shouldn't human beings care about each other, shouldn't it be better to hit Dongmen?

But at this time, there was a rushing roar behind the distant city wall.

wind?

Where's the gale?

From a distance, a large cloud of golden clouds gathered over the gate at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then accompanied by a golden lightning smash against the orc that hit the gate suddenly, suddenly, I do n’t know when the black oil was floating on the moat Pointed.

The blaze rose into the sky, and the orcs who were crossing the river and climbing on the wall were burned into a personal torch almost instantly.

fire! ?

Is it actually fire again?

The more and more golden thunderclouds continued to drift towards the orcs, and several lightning bolts fell on the orcs' huge siege equipment, which happened to be bombarded by the orc infantry gathered behind the siege and avoiding arrows and javelins. open.

There was a loud bang, and flesh flew in the crowd.

Grom's heart was bleeding.

Those are the elite of the Warsong clan! After hundreds of battles, they experienced the baptism of fire in the Silver Pine Forest, and they all wore the thickest armor, and they were electrocuted in this way?

The golden thunderball opened several large pits on the ground that could be buried by dozens of people. The blown-out stone, the orc's stump, and the spattered armor piece of iron caused secondary killings to the surrounding area.

At this time, several huge red fireworks rose at the same time to the north, west, and south of the orc army.

Suddenly, the loud horn sounded from all three directions simultaneously.

Three or four kilometers away, things that had previously looked like woods were suddenly obscured, and then appeared to the orcs in rows of humanoid objects wearing silver-white armor.

The silver wave surrounded the orc's army in a half-moon shape, and it felt like an innumerable number of human soldiers. Their number had already exceeded the range that the orc's mathematical ability could calculate.

Orcs only know that there are many, many humans. (To be continued.)

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