As the earth rumbled, the green tide split into three. The sharp battle axes shone fiercely under the sun. Looking down from above, it was as if the Elven Forest had grown a giant trident.
Lothar gently raised his left hand and slammed it down quickly and forcefully.
"Tut tut tut!" After a strange sound of a winch loosening, ten baskets of gravel were hurled from the ten catapult towers behind Lothar that were higher than the tallest outer city wall.
The irregular gravel scattered in the air, emitting a heart-chilling whistling sound. A few seconds later, under the acceleration of gravity, the gravel was like a storm that instantly enveloped the surging green tide.
It was not that the Orcs had used catapults before, but they had never seen such a way of using them. Usually, the Orcs would not even bother to look at the gravel that was the size of a human's fist. But now, under the high speed, the gravel had become a lethal weapon.
An unlucky Orc who was hit first had his face deformed. Then, the bones of his cheeks and chin were crushed by the huge impact, along with his protruding fangs. The momentum brought the head and the burly body to a stop, and in an instant, it began to reverse the momentum of the body. The skull instantly turned into countless pieces of flesh and blood in the process. At the same time, the brain burst out, and the neck bone broke at the same time.
After the Orc was blasted away, his corpse that was gradually turning cold fell to the ground.
Most of the Orcs who were hit either died on the spot or had their internal organs smashed to pieces. The blood they vomited was accompanied by a large amount of internal organ fragments. It was only a matter of time before they died.
The Great Chief Black Hand and Orgrim narrowed their eyes at the fierceness of the human's long-range firepower.
This was just the beginning. As Lothar pulled out his longsword, it fell with a rustle.
There was a "whoosh" at the same time in the gaps between the three layers of the city wall and the walls.
Generally speaking, it was difficult to associate a buzzing sound with the dark sky. But after this buzzing sound, the entire sky darkened.
Orgrim subconsciously looked up and saw a large black rain falling from the sky above the giant human city. He immediately recognized that it was a spear thrown by the despicable humans.
This was the greatest blasphemy to the brave Horde warriors.
Many soldiers didn't die on the battlefield, but from these strange and disgusting javelins. Once hit, the spearhead or the weak part of the spear shaft would be left in the body. In hot weather, even if you use a dagger to dig out the spearhead, it is very easy for the wound to rot.
Orgrim had seen with his own eyes how a few Warriors were dragged to their deaths.
"Damn it! If there's a Shaman … "Orgrim could only mutter to himself.
The traditional shamans of the tribe had been replaced by the more sinister and sinister warlocks. There wasn't a single shaman in the entire Tribal Expeditionary Army who could heal. What infuriated Orgrim even more was the news he received.
His close friend, the chief of the Frostwolf Clan, Durotan, had brought his wife, Draka, to visit him two days ago.
A few months ago, because he suspected that Gul 'dan had made a deal with the Demons. Gul 'dan had acted first and used the Great Chief's dark hand to banish Durotan and the Frostwolf Clan out of the Tribe. That was the distant Alterac Valley.
But two days ago, Durotan had told him about Gul 'dan's betrayal.
Orgrim swore that Gul 'dan would be punished for his actions, and had sent one of his guards to send Durotan and his family off.
Recently, Gul 'dan had disappeared. From what he could remember, Gul' dan had not appeared in public for more than two months. Orgrim requested that Black Hand punish Gul 'dan and the Shadow Council, but was mercilessly rejected.
This caused Orgrim's dissatisfaction to rise. All he lacked was a reason to explode …
Looking at Black Hand's clumsy command, Orgrim felt like vomiting.
The dark and heavy rain of javelins pounced on them, and the charging Orcs seemed to have run into an invisible wall. In an instant, they were like harvested wheat, falling in large swathes.
The grass was a mess, and there were corpses of Beastmen soldiers nailed to the ground everywhere.
Before the battle, Orgrim had strongly urged the soldiers to be equipped with thick shields. After all, sieging a city was different from fighting in the field. But what did Black Hand say?
"The invincible Beastman warriors do not fear the despicable javelins."
This was simply using the Beastmen soldiers to fill a pit of death that could never be filled!
The Dark Portal had mysteriously closed, and Gul 'dan had disappeared. The Beastman expedition had no more reinforcements. The Horde's warriors were one less dead, and Black Hand was still wasting the lives of the warriors like this?!
Orgrim ground his fangs together.
"The city has been breached?!" Suddenly, a shout of joy came from the front.
Orgrim instinctively felt that something was wrong. It was too simple. The defense line that the humans had set up for so long had been breached so easily? The heavy losses in the previous town of Stormwind City were still fresh in Orgrim's mind.
Black Hand waved his petrified fist triumphantly and roared, "Look! The warriors of the Horde are invincible. "
Nearly a thousand Beastmen rushed in through the wooden gate, and Orgrim immediately realized that something was wrong. When the large number of Beastmen rushed in, a steel fence as thick as a Beastman's thigh suddenly fell on the gate.
In the next moment, flames shot into the sky.
The entire battlefield was suddenly filled with the cries of despair of thousands of Beastmen.
Yes! That was the barbican used to lure the enemy. It was filled with whale fat. When the large number of Beastmen rushed in, the human soldiers put down the strengthened version of the 'thousand-pound gate' and lit it on fire …
The orcs were indeed brave warriors, but in front of the ten-meter-tall steep city wall, and in front of thousands of harpooneers and pikemen who were ready for battle, climbing up the wall was destined to be futile. Countless torches were thrown down, easily turning the entire barbican into a fiery hell.
The screams of the Beastmen ambushed even made the Beastmen outside who were trying to climb the wall with clumsy wooden ladders pause.
"Hahaha! Good burning! " Even though the burnt smell of roasted meat could be clearly smelled through the mask prepared beforehand, King Laing was still very excited and loudly praised the brilliant plan that Duque had left behind.
The terrible losses made the chief's face as dark as the bottom of a pot.
"Retreat!" Black Hand rarely gave the order to retreat.
Then, for seven days in a row, the Horde launched fierce attacks on Stormwind City again and again. Every day, the Horde lost at least three thousand corpses, but the Horde's best result was just to break through the second wall.
On the eighth day, the situation took a turn for the better.
"I found a way to conquer Stormwind City!"
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