"Woo woo woo —"
For thousands of years, the wolves had been communicating with each other by howling.
The alpha wolf's loud and fierce howl was heard, and all the wolves in the tribe responded immediately. The continuous and terrifying howl of the wolves was heard. A huge wave of sound engulfed the outer walls of Stormwind City.
The terrifying sound suddenly made the warriors of Stormwind City think of a terrible rumor. The cruel and bloodthirsty Orcs only ate living humans, and the warriors who died on the battlefield would be given to the wolves to eat.
Thinking back on the habits of the wolves in this world, it was possible.
Wolves were the wildest and most ferocious animals. They would not eat their own kind, and that was only when their own kind was still alive. Once their own kind died in any way, the meat of their own kind would be no different from other kinds of meat.
The thought of their bodies being torn apart and eaten by these huge monsters made the hands of many new soldiers who had never faced Orcs tremble, and their teeth chattered.
Laing and Andoine, who were sitting on the highest level of the inner city wall, frowned when they saw this scene.
At this moment, a messenger trotted over. "Sir Windsor requested to fire the ballista. He said that there is a special ballista that can teach that beast a lesson. "
"Approved!" As the supreme commander of the frontline, even if Laing was present, Lothar was the one who gave the orders most of the time.
Seeing the signal, Windsor personally operated the ballista on the ballista that was almost 30 meters above the ground.
He glanced at the flag that was stuck on the ballista that was fluttering in the wind, and muttered, "The wind is from the east to the west. Wind force … Level three."
Then, Windsor straightened his arm and raised his thumb to roughly estimate the distance. "250 yards …"
Finally, he adjusted the capstan to the scale that he had no idea what it was a few months ago. It was clearly marked on the scale that, according to the height, the distance had to be adjusted according to the distance when the capstan was full.
"Good! Fire! "
"Thump —" The loud sound of a bowstring was heard.
At first, no one paid attention to the ballista.
In this crude era, all kinds of heavy weapons had to be tested. Regardless of whether it was the ballista, catapults or cannons, they would generally fire in a certain direction and then slowly adjust. Whoever could hit the target within three rounds of shooting would be crowned as a godly archer.
The first shot should have been the cannon.
However, he could not find a qualified cannoneer in all of Stormwind. Even the four 8-pounder cannons that Stormwind City currently had were bought from the Dwarves' Iron Furnace Castle in a hurry after they lost the battle of Red Ridge Mountain.
The impromptu gunner training was simply not up to par.
It couldn't be helped. In this era, apart from the nobles and a few lucky people, most people were illiterate. It was impressive to find a few smart people who knew how to fire a cannon.
Hence, when Windsor volunteered to be the first one, Laing, Andoine, and Bolvar did not have much hope.
Who knew that a miracle would happen!
A long black rainbow streaked across the sky above Stormwind City, blinding the eyes of the Orcs. From the sky, this black line seemed to be shooting straight towards the Great Chief's black hand.
They watched as the black dot in the distance rapidly expanded in their field of vision.
Not only the Orc guards around the Great Chief, but even Blackhand himself also felt that something was wrong.
F * ck! How could a human ballista shoot so far!?
It was not that the Orcs had never seen a human ballista.
Most human ballista did not have such a long range. Of course, the Orcs did not know that this was a specially modified ballista by a transmigrator who studied in a decathlon but was not proficient in any of the mechanical engineering disciplines.
Without time to think, Orgrim Doomhammer, who was standing beside the Great Chief, suddenly swelled his muscles. This' future 'Great Chief suddenly leaped forward and smashed the huge ballista in the air with his hammer.
"Bang —" It had to be said that those who entered the realm of heroes were all freaks.
A ballista with a speed of at least 50 kilometers per hour, and Orgrim, the maniac, just took it head-on.
He had really hit the target.
However, since it was something created by Duque, how could it be so simple?
This was a specially-made Mother-Child Exploding Arrow.
Orgrim had indeed knocked away the mother arrow with his hammer, but even more of the smaller steel balls were raining down on the chief and the howling warg beneath him like a rain of shotguns.
"Clap clap clap clap!" The dense rain of bullets directly hit Blackhand and his precious Warg leader.
"Ah!"
"Awooo!"
The Great Chief's scream and the Warg leader's sorrowful cry caused the entire wolf pack to freeze. The Warg's low intelligence made them unable to understand why their boss would suddenly stop screaming.
Seeing the Orc leader and his' big dog 'get hit by the ballista, and hearing the entire wolf pack cry out like a rooster that had been strangled by its neck, the morale of the Stormwind warriors who had been a little low rose again.
"Wahahahaha!"
"You can't play anymore, can you? Green beasts! "
"A bunch of stray dogs, who are you trying to scare!?"
The warriors burst out in mocking laughter.
King Laing's spirit was lifted. He gave Windsor a thumbs up and then pulled out his sword. The cold light of the King's Sword was dazzling in the morning light.
Laing's clear and loud voice spread across the three city walls. "A thousand years ago! Our ancestors brought your ancestors to this valley. For a thousand years, we have lived here! Behind us, is our home! This is the home of our descendants! Can we allow these cruel green beasts to occupy our home!? "
"No! No! No! "
"Then what are you waiting for, pull out your swords! Let the bodies of these green beasts fill the Elven Forest! "
At this time, Noxus was the first to respond. He pulled out his sword and raised it high. "For Stormwind City! For Azeroth — "
"For Stormwind City! For Azeroth — "
Swords and halberds were like a forest, cold light overflowing. Morale was high!
Feeling the explosion of voices from the city walls, the chief's green face almost turned dark green. His heart ached for his old friend who was constantly crying.
The steel balls that were shot out just now, he relied on the strength of his body after drinking the Devil's Blood and his thick skin to withstand it. But his Warg had never drunk Devil's Blood.
Wolves were never good at defense.
Black Hand watched as his Warg Leader's eyes were blinded by the steel balls, and the front half of his body was filled with potholes and bloody wounds that were as deep as a finger's length. He knew that his old buddy was done for.
He fiercely bared his fangs, and Black Hand directly smashed his beloved Warg to death with his hammer.
With endless anger, the chief's roar spread throughout the entire tribe.
"Attack —"
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