The once peaceful and tranquil Stormwind City had now become hell.
Deer antlers were everywhere, and trenches were everywhere. Almost every sturdy building in the city had been transformed into a bunker with sandbags, gravel, and wood. The soldiers who acted as suicide squads used all sorts of methods to attack the invaders.
The javelin throwers hid behind a window on the third floor, continuously shooting at the attacking Beastmen. In the Beastman army advancing along the main road, there were Beastmen who were shot and fell to the ground. But the Beastman soldiers did not care, and only continued to attack fiercely.
Whether it was the human barricades or the bunkers that had been transformed from mansions, the various Beastman clans fought to launch wave after wave of attacks. The green tide flooded one position after another.
First was the capital of the Draenei, Shattrath City, then the human Stormwind City. Which city would it be next?
The Beastman soldiers did not think too much about it. The sense of pride and glory from conquering the enemy's capital had long made the Beastmen lose their minds.
Most of Stormwind City had already fallen into the flames of war, but the human positions were layered like a woman's dress. Every time they tore apart a position, they would see the next one. They did not even have time to plant the clan's flag. A human position that was responsible for providing cover would definitely throw a rain of javelins.
That kind of mutual cover, like an endless line of fortifications, gave the attacking Beastman commanders a headache.
The bloodletting of the tribes was unknowingly expanding.
Just as the battles in every area were extremely fierce, a huge and silent army came straight to the Stormwind City Church District.
Over here, with the huge and beautiful Stormwind City Cathedral behind them, nearly a thousand royal guards stood with swords in hand, waiting in formation.
Over there, the Great Chief Beastman Guards, who were more burly than normal Beastmen, with an average height of nearly three meters, came forward with Great Chief Blackhand and Orgrim.
These elite Beastman guards wore thick black leather armor that covered almost their entire bodies. They wore ferocious shoulder guards that towered into the sky with sharp bone spikes. On their heads were full iron horned helmets that were meticulously made by the best Beastman laborers. In one hand, they carried a huge battle axe that they had collected from the humans.
In the eyes of these humans, the huge battle axe that required two hands to lift was just a one-handed axe in the hands of the elite Beastman guards.
Laing narrowed his eyes.
The green crowd parted to the left and right like a tidal wave. Great Chief Blackhand, who was over three and a half meters tall, walked forward with Orgrim who was holding the [Hammer of Destruction].
Stepping on the green bricks of the church district, the bricks under the great chief's feet groaned under his heavy weight with every step he took.
Black Hand stopped thirty meters away from the stairs. Its eyes that were larger than a bull's eyes scanned the humans from left to right.
His gaze easily locked onto King Laing, who was wearing a golden helmet and golden armor and was extremely flashy.
"I am the great chief of the tribe, Black Hand. Are you the great chief of the human Storm Clan?" Black Hand's booming voice shook everyone's eardrums.
Naturally, Blackhand spoke in the orc language. Laing, Lothar, and the others all tilted their heads to look at the translator, Duque.
"This guy is the Orc Chieftain Blackhand. He's asking about your identity, Your Majesty," Duque replied politely.
"Tell him," Laing said.
Duque bowed slightly and turned to Black Hand. With his left palm facing up, he made an introduction gesture and said in the orc language, "Black Hand! In front of you is the honorable King of Stormwind, Laing Wrynn. He is a distant descendant of Thoradin The Great, the only human empire from a thousand years ago. He is now the leader of the alliance of the seven human kingdoms. "
Hmm, Duque's translator had gone off topic on purpose.
No one in the tribe knew the human language, and no one in Stormwind City knew the orc language. It was just a matter of a few words from Duque. Duque's tone was no different from the introduction of the ceremonial officer. No one realized that Duque was about to do something bad.
Duque then pointed at Lothar. "And this is the direct descendant of Thoradin The Great, the strongest human warrior — Sir Anduin Lothar."
Seeing Duque introduce himself, Lothar stood at attention, unsheathed his sword, and held it vertically in front of his chest.
Blackhand was a simple-minded guy. He blinked, pointed at Laing, and replied in a booming voice, "You mean, Laing is not only the chieftain of this clan, but also the chieftain of the seven clans?"
Duque quickly repeated Blackhand's words.
"Reply to him. Use a more dignified tone, "Laing said softly.
Duque used a chicken feather as a token of authority. "Blackhand! His Majesty takes pity on your low brain capacity … Well, anyway, you simple-minded guys can't tell the difference between a clan and a kingdom. Suit yourself. If you think His Majesty Laing Wrynn is the chieftain, that's fine too. "
Blackhand did not understand what he meant by low brain capacity, but he felt that it was a curse. He was angry.
"Roar —" A terrifying roar with a lung capacity of at least 20,000 milliliters was heard. The fierce roar easily reminded people of a roaring bear.
At the same time, Orgrim slammed his hammer on the ground, and a huge tremor once again ravaged everyone's eardrums. Orgrim scolded angrily, "How dare you! A king of a small kingdom that is about to perish has no right to look down on our chieftain. "
"Hmph! Perish? Shallow people who don't know how vast the World of Azeroth is … Hmph! Stormwind City is just a kingdom in the south of the Human Alliance. Even if you take down Stormwind City, it will only be equivalent to you destroying a clan. "Duque did not back down.
The Orcs were showing signs of going crazy. Of course, Lothar was not to be outdone. He raised his sword, and all the royal guards put down their shields. The sharp swords were erected in the gap between the shields, like poisonous snakes that were about to spring out.
All of a sudden, both sides were at daggers drawn.
Blackhand's huge black arm that was petrified blocked in front of Orgrim.
"Forget it. Humans! I acknowledge that your king has the qualifications to send someone to challenge me, but the beastmen only accept challenges from the bravest warriors of other races … "Black Hand's voice fell, and he didn't even need to give a meaningful glance. An incomparably tall and sturdy personal guard of Black Hand suddenly took three steps forward with an axe in hand.
"If that Andoine is really the best human warrior, let him prove himself!" Orgrim shouted.
Duque turned his head. "Hey, Andoine, Blackhand only accepts challenges from the best human warriors. You have to kill that guy first. "
Lothar tilted his head. "Just one sentence?"
Duke retorted, "Could it be that Black Hand despises us, saying that Storm Kingdom is just a small kingdom, and we have to translate every sentence?"
Laing laughed. "Andoine, don't be so sensitive. Our chief court mage will know what to do."
"Alright, once we get rid of this guy, their Great Chieftain will fight with me, right?"
"Yes!"
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