Each of the Orcs had two or three Elven Arrows stuck in their vitals.
The most miserable Orc had four arrows in his throat and three arrows in each of his eye sockets. There was almost no place for him to stick them in.
Suddenly, there was a burst of mournful cries on the beach. The sound was so dense that it almost made people think that it was just one loud sound.
A few seconds later, the beach was filled with the sound of the wind and waves, but there was no sound of people.
Only the green shadows of the beach under the last rays of the setting sun, as well as the black sea under the dim light, were chasing the scouting ships. The Orcs attacking the beach were completely wiped out.
Silence!
Dead silence!
Not only were the Orcs frightened, but the Kurdilas Navy on the island were also dumbfounded. The Navy had originally planned to approach the shore as much as possible and support the defenders on the shore with artillery fire.
The Rear Admiral was prepared to accept the severe punishment of King Dellin as the price for his defense line being broken under his eyes. But what happened?
The Orcs attacking the beach were killed in seconds!?
Just as the Navy ships were unmoored and ready to go out to sea, they were all dead. What the hell was that?
But that was not important. Even if the Orcs on the shore were killed, there were still those on the sea.
Looking at the Orc scouting ships that turned around and wanted to leave, the Kurdilas Fourth Fleet chased them with all their might.
Duke, who was watching the battle from the shore, was worried that the Beastmen would be as pitiful as the Orcs. They would be completely wiped out without even a messenger.
In the end, when he saw that two scouting ships had escaped, Duque finally let out a long sigh of relief.
"Hmph! Little rascal, are you satisfied now? "On the top floor of the bunker, Aurelia carried her bow and looked at the relieved Duque with her hands on her hips.
"I'm satisfied, what about you?" Duque asked casually.
"Hmph! It's not even a warm-up. Us Windrunner Family Rangers, without the arm strength to shoot a hundred arrows, are not qualified at all. "
Duque was dumbfounded. Are all the High Elves monsters?
Drawing a bow and pulling an arrow looked easy.
To shoot far, one had to use a strong bow. In the truest sense, a strong bow could not be drawn without a draw force of over a hundred Jin. Even though the arrows could fly further with the help of the mountain, the elven rangers' sniping range was more than a hundred meters.
At this distance, if a professional human archer were to use a bow of this level, they would only be able to draw the bow 10 times at most before their arms would become sore and swollen.
Aurelia actually said 100 arrows …
Looking at those arms and legs that were more slender than a human's, it was hard to imagine that the muscles under the fair skin had such endurance. However, on Aurelia's smooth arm, there wasn't even a 'mouse' muscle. It was completely streamlined.
Duque shrugged. "Alright, I'm convinced."
Seeing that there were no outsiders around, Aurelia came up to Duque and affectionately put her hand on his shoulder.
"Hey, I heard from my sister last night that you gave her a special class seat. Big Sister went to jail for three months because of you. You can't be so biased, right? "
When Duque heard this, he was speechless.
It was strange for two sisters to compete over this kind of thing.
Aurelia went to jail for him for three months. This was definitely a big favor. Duque had been in Azeroth for a long time. Other than this, he really didn't feel that he owed anyone a big favor. Aurelia was the only one.
Alright, after the grudge in her heart was resolved, Aurelia didn't care about it anymore. In the end, such a big favor was casually used by Aurelia to ask for repayment. And it was this kind of unseemly repayment. Duque was so angry at Aurelia that he laughed and cried.
Yes, he laughed and cried at the same time!
"Alright, actually, I built a very sturdy hill behind the mayor's house in Southshore. There is a bunker on top of it …"
"Yes, I know that little brother is good to me. Come, let big sister give you a kiss. "
Kiss where? Of course, on the forehead! Could it be anywhere else?
But this time, there were no outsiders. Duque was able to enjoy the deep ravine between the two meat mountains …
Shamefully, Duque's mind was shaken.
At the same time, the middle bunker that Cirvanas was guarding was also being probed by the Orcs. Their position was a little off from what was planned. It was unknown whether it was because of the tides or the current. Cirvanas led the Rangers and sprinted for half a kilometer before they finally caught up with the Orcs and attacked them head-on.
It was also an instant kill. Unfortunately, there were only two boats that landed. Queen Cirvanas was not satisfied at all.
Late at night the next day, Orgrim received a report from the returning scout ship.
"What? The humans have set up a large number of cannons, ballistae and archers along the coast? "Orgrim could not believe his ears.
Orgrim did not give up and asked every scout in detail.
"Great chief, it's true. I swear on the clan's flag. Less than a hundred men away, and we were shot by many arrows. There were about forty to fifty bundles. " The Orc scout's words were the Orc version. It was about three hundred meters long, and we were shot by five thousand arrows.
Where did the humans get so many archers?!
If it was true, then the human kingdoms in the Northern Continent were much stronger than those in the Southern Continent. In reality, the information that they received showed that there were six human kingdoms in the Northern Continent.
Orgrim felt terrible.
If they gave up on the Hillsbrad Foothills, then the Horde would have to go around the long sea route without any advantage in the sea. This was suicide.
But the Horde could not wait.
After the main force left Stormwind, the Horde realized that most of the Southern Continent did not have enough food to support the army.
The Dwarves' Azmodan Kingdom was cold, and many plants in the wetlands were inedible. Large numbers of crocodiles and ferocious monsters caused a lot of trouble for the Horde.
Only the rich Northern Continent could provide them with hope.
Orgrim hated Gul 'dan and the other warlocks. Under his instigation, the Horde was like a swarm of locusts. No matter where they went, they quickly used up all the resources.
All the trees were cut down, and the grass was uprooted. They either used it for themselves, or burned it for fun. This was not a joke. The Orcs could not suppress the urge to destroy in their hearts. When there were no enemies, the Orcs found it fun to destroy the environment.
Without the pressure from the human mages, Orgrim might have really killed all those damned warlocks.
But now, Orgrim could do nothing.
The Horde was like a wheel rolling down a mountain. It would either continue to roll, or it would flip over and be destroyed halfway up the mountain. There was no way to stop.
Orgrim bared his teeth and pressed his thick reddish-brown finger on the coarse cowhide map.
"Since the humans have defenses all along, then let's pick the best place to land."
His finger was pointing at the location of Southshore.
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