Chapter 180
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For two days in a row, the east and north walls of Stormwind City were filled with battle cries. However, the people of Stormwind City would never have thought that such a terrifying battle was just a test by the Horde.
Yes! It was just a test.
During the absence of Duque and Andoine, Bolvar was in charge of the defense. Although he knew that the Horde was only sending a thousand men to test the waters, Bolvar had no choice but to fight with all his might.
The difference in individual combat power was too obvious.
There were moats, barbicans, city walls, arrow towers, and towering hills equipped with catapults. Such a three-dimensional defense system only erased the disadvantage that the humans had when fighting against the Orcs in terms of individual combat.
The battle was still very difficult.
The five-meter-tall city wall was still too short for the tall and strong Orcs, who were unreasonably strong in terms of athleticism.
Orgrim gave Blackhand a stupid idea, but it was also the most effective one, and Bolvar was at a loss of what to do.
Fill the river when you see it, build a slope when you see it.
The labourers who were dwarves in the eyes of the Horde's warriors but were burly men in the eyes of the humans carried a large number of rocks and braved the deadly rain of javelins to throw the rocks into the moat before turning around and leaving. The process repeated.
In just a day, the urgently dug moat was filled by nearly a third.
Duke Bolvar could not imagine how tragic the situation would be when the humans were forced to fight the green-skinned monsters in the streets after losing their geographical advantage.
However, the greatest consolation was that Duque had returned.
His strength alone was no less than half of the Wang Family's team of mages.
"Are you really not going to do anything?" Lothar asked Duque on top of an arrow tower.
Duque shook his head. "No, I'm not going to do anything. It's more beneficial for us."
"Why?"
"Because our main opponent is the chief's deputy, Orgrim, and not the chief himself."
Lothar recalled what Garona had said about the tribe's chiefs and well-known figures. He remembered that Orgrim's specialty was that he was wiser than the other Orcs. 'He's a powerful Orc warrior with the wisdom of a Shaman's'.
Duque explained, "If I had saved the situation from the start, Orgrim would have been able to identify the weak points in the defensive line faster. In fact, my final defensive position is not here. I still have to rely on you guys here. "
Lothar played with an iron lump with a wooden handle as long as a palm. "Are you sure we can survive ten days with this?"
Duque said with absolute certainty, "I'm sure."
"Alright, I believe you."
The rumbling of tribal war drums could be heard from every corner of the city wall near the mountain range.
Old Dem was a porter.
Apart from his strength, he was practically useless. He, who was over fifty years old, joined the militia purely because he could get a ticket for his daughter and grandson to leave early by signing up for the militia.
Lying on the battlements, Old Dem held onto a helmet that had been dented in when he descended. It was obviously taken from a dead man's head as he trembled and looked out.
Beside him was his old neighbor Kana, a baker. Kana kept asking in a low voice, "Have we arrived? Have we arrived? "
Old Dem looked at the countless green figures surging towards the moat and felt his hair stand on end. "Wait, not yet."
Old Dem's heart trembled as he looked at the green giants with their terrifying faces and long fangs.
At this moment, the kingdom's soldier in charge of supervising them suddenly shouted, "Militia, get ready to throw that thing. Before I give the order, no one is allowed to open the lid below! "
Old Dem and Kana immediately tensed up.
"Calm down! Calm down! Wait for those damned Greenskins to attack … "
Looking at the signal flag on the command tower behind the city wall, all the kingdom's soldiers shouted in unison the moment the red flag dropped. "Now!"
Old Dem followed the steps he had taught them and hurriedly opened the lid below the wooden handle.
Instantly, the sound of fireworks being ignited could be heard from the other end of the wooden handle. Most of the people were illiterate and did not know that it was a fuse.
"Throw it with all your might!"
The commanding officer's roar caused many people to slip up and directly throw these strange wooden sticks with metal pimples into the moat below.
There were even some idiots who accidentally dropped the sticks onto the battlements. It was the soldiers in charge of supervising who were quick to react. They swung their arms around and threw the thing across the moat.
A few seconds later, when the terrifying Green Dwarfs carried the boulders and ran to the moat, the Green Dwarfs suddenly stopped.
"Boom, boom, boom —" A series of continuous explosions stunned both the humans and the Orcs.
This day, this moment, was worthy of commemoration.
Because this was the first time in the history of Azeroth that a firearm had appeared. Even though it was an unreliable product of the goblins, the Metal Grenade was a killing weapon that would forever be recorded in the history books.
What dodging? What resisting? In the face of such firearms that transcended the era, the struggles of the Orc labourers seemed to be meaningless. The orc labourers could only watch as their comrades were annihilated.
"Boom boom boom!"
The continuous explosions were accompanied by the flying pieces of metal due to the explosion of the high explosives. This caused a terrible second injury to the laborers, who were only wearing thin clothes and even had their upper bodies bare. Even ten meters away from the explosion range, some of the labourers had their throats slit by the flying shrapnel and died.
The first batch of Metal Grenades not only took the lives of all the Orc labourers by the riverbank in an instant, some of the grenades that fell into the water also exploded into the sky.
In the face of such a terrifying and incomprehensible scene, the Orc labourers began to waver. They abandoned their duties and forgot that there was a supervising team not far behind them. They threw down the rocks that should have fallen into the moat and turned to run.
However, most of them did not run far before they were killed by the Orc supervising team as if they were chopping vegetables.
"What is that!?" Orgrim cried out in shock.
"Let the second wave go!" Great Chieftain Blackhand did not care.
The second wave of labourers screamed and cried as they were forced to go forward by the Orc soldiers with machetes and axes. However, the green formation once again collapsed after another batch of strange lumps of wood was suddenly thrown down from the city wall.
The labourers broke down even earlier than their comrades who had died earlier. Almost as soon as the explosion sounded, the last batch of them started to run back. To escape the death that the supervising team brought upon them, they even waved the huge rocks in their hands in an attempt to resist.
Of course, they were all cut down in pools of blood without exception.
"What the hell is that?!" Orgrim roared.
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