The soldiers' heroic spirit soared to the sky, and they roared thunderously in a deep voice, "Your Majesty! We will make a move first! "
"Okay!" Clayon raised his sword. The cold light of the sword reflected off Clayon's handsome but no longer young face under the bright light of the fire.
At this moment, Duke, who was standing beside Clayon, was affected by the tragic atmosphere. Unbeknownst to him, his tears had already begun to fall.
An hour later, the Horde's war drums sounded as if they had agreed.
The boorish roars of the Horde's warriors came from the east and north of the mountain range again.
Dozens of goblins' special flares shot into the air and chased away the darkness. The Horde's attacking troops could be seen clearly.
Not only were the smooth mountain paths filled with muscular Blackrock warriors, but there were also countless thick ropes hanging down from the steep mountain walls, and the burly figures of the Orcs could be seen clearly.
It was a real green tide.
The sound of crossbows kept coming from the city wall. But the Orcs continued to crazily rush towards the city wall despite the barrage of crossbow cannons and falling rocks.
An Orc's helmet and head were smashed into pieces by a rock, and his burly body fell down. He quickly became a stepping stone for the next Orc, and he continued to rush up the city wall along the slope of rocks.
An Orc's chest was pierced by a javelin, but he still endured the feeling of his life slipping away and threw his battle axe at a human warrior on the city wall.
Fierce battles were taking place in every corner of the entire eastern and northern city walls.
The final battle had begun!
The Orcs were attacking Stormwind City, a golden lion that was riddled with scars. But even though it was weak, even though it was no match for the Orcs, this lion still opened its sharp claws and gave the invaders the fiercest revenge!
Not far away, Orgrim held his famous [Hammer of Destruction] and stood there in a daze. He saw the humans launch a brave and desperate counterattack against the Orcs on the top of the city wall.
Then, they were once again drowned by the Orcs' green tide.
Orgrim squinted his eyes, and he felt a bad omen. It was said that humans had seven kingdoms, and those dwarves who were only as tall as their knees also had a kingdom. It was also said that there were also some thin and weak elves. If every kingdom resisted as fiercely as this Stormwind, how many of the warriors of the tribes would be able to return alive after repeated battles before conquering the world?
"Hahaha! Weak humans are nothing but prey with a little brain. They are no match for the warriors of the tribe! " Not far from Orgrim, the Great Chief Black pointed at the city walls that had fallen into the hands of the Horde and laughed loudly.
Orgrim felt that something was wrong.
Compared to the human elites he had fought a few days ago, these humans were clearly already injured before they charged at him, even though they seemed to be in a frenzied state of morale.
Orgrim even ran to one of the watchtowers and was shocked to find that many of the dead soldiers had broken legs.
Jumping off the arrow tower, Orgrim found Black Hand. "Great Chieftain, something's not right. The human elites aren't here."
Black Hand raised his hardened black hand and pointed in all directions. There were roars and roars everywhere, and the sounds of fighting could be heard everywhere.
"Obviously, the weak humans are still putting up a resistance."
Even if Orgrim didn't want to admit it, it was true. The sounds of fighting could not lie.
At this time, an outpost rushed back to report. "Reporting to Great Chief, the human defenders are retreating to the west port! But every block of the human city has walls and moats, and the resistance is very fierce. "
"Hahaha! Stupid humans! "Black Hand clutched his stomach and laughed.
Orgrim saw from the light of the fire that the humans had turned almost every big house in the city into a stronghold. They had built barricades and ditches at every street entrance, forming small camps.
Looking at the fierce resistance, it seemed like they were going to fight the Horde in the streets.
"Fighting in the streets?" Seeing this, Orgrim couldn't help but sneer.
In the past, the Draenei had the help of the Shining Light (Holy Light) and excellent weapons, but the Draenei still couldn't defend Shattrath City. In urban warfare, where individual strength was the most important, Orgrim didn't think that any race could win against the warriors of the Horde.
Black Hand laughed maniacally. "If the human cities had more defenses like the outer city walls, and they used all their forces to defend the city walls, then the Horde might have to pay more sacrifices. But these weak humans are stupid. They actually want to fight in the streets, hahaha!? "
This time, it wasn't just Orgrim, all the chieftains around Black Hand laughed along with him.
"Hahaha! No warrior is a match for the strongest warrior, the Beastmen! In urban warfare, the javelins and cannons are useless. The humans are dead! "
Black Hand waved his huge hand. "Attack through the night, we can't let a single human escape. You can take the other spoils of war, but leave the head of the opposing chief to me! "
"Yes!" The chiefs of the small and medium-sized tribes were overjoyed. They listened to the order and dispersed, returning to their own tribes to command their troops.
"Orgrim! Lead your people to the port as soon as possible. I don't want to let another human escape. "
"Understood!"
It would be a lie if the Beastmen weren't tired after days of attacking the city.
But the high feeling of conquering the enemy's city made every single Beastman feel invigorated. There was no more discipline, no more cooperation. The Beastmen that remained near Stormwind City came out in full force.
They slaughtered their way through every street and alley in Stormwind City.
They killed anyone they saw, and if they saw something new, they would take it. Looking at the shiny gold and silver, the Beastmen didn't think much of it. They just felt that it would be nice to melt them and make them into tooth ornaments. But when they saw the superior weapons of the humans, especially the sharp battle axes, the Beastmen would often fight each other to fight over these rare spoils of war.
Because this was the moment of victory, and also the blessing of the chief.
The rough roars of the beastmen and the long line of raised torches filled every road and every street of Stormwind City. The sound of reckless footsteps gradually replaced the sounds of fierce fighting.
No Beastman cared where the humans went. Perhaps the humans were hiding in those big houses called churches and trembling. On every ugly green face, besides malevolence, there was also brutality and ecstasy that had been suppressed for a long time.
Victory!
Even though the humans had caused them a lot of trouble, victory was victory!
Suddenly, several huge beams of light converged on a huge building in the west. The Golden Lion Flag on the building, which was as tall as a building, shone resplendently.
At the same time, the Beastmen heard a strange sound.
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