The Great Chief Blackhand was in a difficult situation.
It was simple. Attacking Stormwind City head-on had made the Horde suffer. Stormwind City was located in a huge valley. There were only two exits from the valley, the port in the west and the land route in the south.
The sea had never been the Beastmen's strength. In order to take down Stormwind City as soon as possible and destroy the human resistance, Blackhand gave up on attacking the Western Wilderness. From Blackhand's perspective, taking down Stormwind City, which was defended by the weak humans, was a matter of minutes. He did not expect to be stuck at the outer city walls for a week and lose more than 30,000 elite Beastmen.
This was only the outer city walls. According to the scout's report, Blackhand knew that there was a huge lake behind Stormwind City's outer city walls. That was the real moat of Stormwind City. Behind that moat was the real Stormwind City walls.
That was not all. The scout could see from afar that there was a canal in Stormwind City. The humans inside were fortifying the streets day and night.
Not only that, there seemed to be a huge fortress northeast of Stormwind City. That was the center of the human capital.
Blackhand was in a dilemma.
The Beastmen wanted to conquer the entire world. With no reinforcements, how could they fight if they lost too many soldiers here?
However, the scout's report made Black Hand, who was suffering, very excited.
To the humans, the huge valley was a natural barrier.
To the Beastmen who traversed the mountains all year round, even the steepest mountain was nothing. On the east side of Stormwind City, there was a relatively flat mountain road that could be bypassed to the side of the city walls.
Even though the humans had built a tall city wall here, there was only one wall, unlike the three at the south gate. There was also a huge lake and inner wall.
If they attacked from the east, they would be very close to the huge fortress.
"Orgrim, lead a strike force to attack that side. I will continue to attack from the front. "
"Understood."
The overjoyed Great Chieftain didn't notice that his once loyal adjutant was now wearing an incomparably gloomy expression.
Once upon a time, Blackhand and Orgrim were like brothers. Many years ago, when the Blackrock tribe faced the threat of being exterminated by the Ogres, Blackhand and his adjutant Orgrim launched a surprise attack. On the night before the battle, he helped Orgrim retrieve the legendary weapon [Doomhammer] from the lava pool. This made all the warriors in the clan excited, and they won the battle in one fell swoop.
Unfortunately, in the lava pool, his fists were blackened by the chaotic forces of nature and turned into rocks. That was how Black Hand got its name.
It could be said that Blackhand and Orgrim had been through life and death together.
However, their relationship had been torn apart because of Gul'dan. Orgrim had just received news that the guards he sent to escort Durotan and his wife had betrayed him! That guy actually sided with the Dark Shadow Council, and together with the Dark Shadow Council's assassins, killed Durotan and his wife.
Seeing Durotan's fangs sent by his subordinates, Orgrim almost fell into a frenzy. He couldn't wait to challenge the person who protected the Shadow Council to a duel [Makgora] to challenge the leadership of the Horde.
However, he endured it!
It wasn't time yet. Not only did he want to get rid of the evil protector Blackhand, he also wanted to uproot Gul'dan's Dark Shadow Council.
Fortunately, he found an opportunity. It was a coincidence that he met the weak Orc female assassin, Garona, while patrolling. He and his guards caught her. The stench of Gul'dan's curse could be smelled by Orgrim even from a few tents away.
Orgrim was overjoyed. He knew that as long as he continued to torture Garona, he would be able to find out where Gul'dan and the Dark Shadow Council were.
Time! What he lacked the most was time.
Before that moment arrived, he had to endure it.
Orgrim accepted the order. When his troops appeared on the walls of Stormwind Fortress, he only saw a small group of weak human spears. Forget about catapults and catapults, he didn't even see the javelin throwers that he hated the most.
"For the Horde!" Orgrim roared, and the Orcs that followed him rushed towards the wall.
It was different from the fortified outer walls of Stormwind City. This part of the wall that was built on the cliff was more of a decoration. When it was first built, no one would have thought that there would be enemies that could climb over the mountain and cross the steep cliff to reach here.
Even if there were enemies, there wouldn't be many of them. Also, the steep cliff would make it impossible to carry heavy siege tools. There weren't many trees there either, so the wall here was only about five meters tall.
For unarmed humans, this was already a natural barrier.
To be able to build this high, it could be said that the builders had seriously considered it.
No one would have thought that not only would there be enemies here, but they would also be unreasonable Orcs.
It didn't matter if there was no ladder. The Orc that rushed to the bottom of the wall squatted down, crossed his fingers, and lifted his companion's large foot up with brute force.
An Orc that weighed a few hundred pounds' flew 'up the five-meter tall wall just like that.
The elites of Stormwind City had already been brought to the main gate by Lothar. Not only Lothar, but King Laing and most of his royal guards were also at the outer wall. Along with them were the remaining mages of Stormwind City.
At this moment, the Storm Fortress could be said to be extremely empty.
There was only half a team of royal guards guarding the fortress. In addition to the miscellaneous combat power, there were less than 500 people.
The city guards had already been defeated. However, these 500 people had to face a total of 3,000 elite orcs who were as ferocious as wolves and tigers. Behind them, there was the Queen, the young crown prince, and nearly a hundred High Nobles' family members.
"For the King!" The royal guards fought back with all their might. They worked very hard. The combat skills that they had gained through strict training allowed them to not be at a disadvantage even when fighting one-on-one with the elite Orcs. Unfortunately, there were too few of them.
The strong Orcs had countless opportunities to make mistakes. As for the relatively weak humans, if they made a mistake, they would be instantly killed.
Blood flowed from the main gate of the Storm Fortress all the way to the throne room. After the fierce battle, there were twisted, bloody, and splattered corpses everywhere. Some were torn into countless pieces, while others were decapitated.
The royal guards worked very hard, but they still couldn't stop the scales of victory from tipping in favor of the Orcs.
In the throne room, William pulled out his short dagger and stood in front of his mother to protect her. Behind him, the noble young masters and ladies had already let out timid cries.
Far away from the Storm Fortress, four blocks away, was King Laing, who was rushing back on horseback with the royal guards.
The last barrier in front of the Queen and the little prince, the heroic Sir Windsor, was knocked down by a red-skinned Orc wielding a giant hammer.
Despair spread uncontrollably and crazily.
At this moment, William Wrynn saw light … It was the light of arcane magic!
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