Chapter 430
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In the distance, Orgrim was overjoyed at the sight.
"Ancestors above! Attack that gate! "
The Great Chief's voice inspired every Beastman around him. The Beastmen who did not participate in the destruction of Alterac shouted loudly. The Great Chief had promised that they would have the chance to kill and destroy. Now, it was time for the Great Chief to fulfill his promise.
The Beastman warriors seemed to be on steroids. Their footsteps quickened as they charged forward.
On the other side, Arthas was distraught. Some sharp-eyed archers saw to him that the Orcs were carrying some crude, pre-made bridges to cross the moat.
This kind of preparation was very different from what he knew of the Beastmen. Furthermore, those huge wooden bridges were not something that humans could carry. But in his field of vision, there were only two Beastmen carrying these wooden bridges. The most unimaginable thing was that these Beastmen were actually wearing thick iron armor.
What kind of terrifying power was this?!
From the tower, the Beastmen looked like ants swarming across the empty space. They quickly rushed across the empty space and approached the city walls. Arthas was shocked by the sheer number of them. These brutal beasts killed more than two thousand people who were still lingering outside the moat in front of the Lordaeron guards as if they were cutting melons and vegetables.
"No —" Some people looked at the Beastmen with hatred, while others secretly glanced at Prince Arthas.
Arthas did not notice, because the Beastmen had already filled his eyes.
Now, from the nearest point of his field of vision to the far distance, to the grasslands and groves by the edge of Lordaermier Lake, to the valley where the cliffs of the mountains split open, he saw a dense crowd of Orcs.
His dream of waiting for his father to lead the army back was shattered. The Horde was already there. They filled the valley and surrounded the city. Now the whole city looked like a dead leaf on a tree in autumn, about to fall.
In the magic transmission mirror, Arthas had seen how the Beastmen treated the fallen Shattered Ridge. He did not want that scene to happen again.
The young prince worked hard!
He had initially ordered the ballistae to shoot at the Beastmen, but the effect was terrible. If it was a human army that was lined up neatly, one shot from a ballista could kill at least ten people. The orcs who were charging in a scattered manner were clearly the bane of ballistae, which dealt high single target damage but did not have large AoE attacks.
Most of the ballistae did not hit their targets, which made the already flustered defenders very frustrated.
Soon, the Orcs entered the range of the archers.
"Fire!"
The scene of the enemies falling to the ground one after another did not happen. These terrifying monsters were wearing armor that was thicker than that of humans. Just by hearing the clanking of arrows, Arthis estimated that the armor of these monsters was at least a third of an inch (8mm) thick.
Arthis suddenly came to a realization. That's right! The military manual that was personally written by the Alliance's Vice Commander Duke Marcus and distributed to all the Alliance's high-ranking generals had a line that said that bows and arrows were useless against the strong Orcs. Only heavy javelins could kill Orcs better.
"Javelins! Where are our javelins?!" Arthis bellowed.
"They've all been transferred away by His Majesty!" Molev said with a sad face.
In the midst of hesitation and panic, a large number of Orcs had already rushed past the firing range of the long-range weapons. Thousands of Orcs threw crude wooden bridges onto the moat, and some Orcs who could not wait any longer even began to cross the river.
Arthis' heart sank. It was midsummer, and because of the temperature, the water level of the entire Lordamir Lake had dropped. The water level of the moat that connected to Lordamir Lake had also dropped. It was only about two meters deep. To most humans, this was a disaster. But for the huge and burly Orcs, who were over seven feet (2.1m) tall, it was a depth that they could easily cross.
He did not know why the Orcs were so confident that they could directly jump into the water, but it was obvious that the Orcs had planned this beforehand, and they had succeeded.
The Orcs either rushed over the bridge or crossed the river with crude shields to protect their heads. The Orcs began to use huge wooden ladders to climb the city wall. Because the wooden ladders were generally too heavy and had barbs, the defenders could not push them away at all.
"The gate can't hold on any longer!" A scream made Arthis tremble.
Only four Orcs rushed over the suspension bridge, and they used huge logs as battering rams to violently attack the gate. The gorgeous white gate seemed to be on the verge of collapse. If the huge gate had not been well covered with iron sheets, the huge impact alone would have been enough to blow the gate open.
From this angle, Arthis could not see the whole thing clearly, but he could hear the sound of wood cracking and metal twisting. Arthis knew that the gate would not be able to hold on for long.
The Prince of Lordamir shook his head frantically, trying to put the shouts behind him.
He was distraught. More than one Orc had climbed up the city wall not far from the archer tower he was standing on. He immediately realized that if he did not leave quickly, when the surrounding city walls were all occupied by Orcs, he would be surrounded and killed in this archer tower.
Molev obviously realized this as well. He waved his hand, and the royal guards rushed down the spiral ladder to open a path for Arthis.
The result was not good. In just a short ten seconds, Arthis had already heard the screams of at least seven people before they died.
"Your Highness, hurry up and leave!" Molev's voice came from below.
Arthis quickly swung his legs. The metal leg armor made his steps a little heavy, but he maintained his balance well.
The scene in front of him suddenly brightened. He came out of the narrow staircase door of the archer tower, and the terrible sound of fierce fighting suddenly rushed towards him. This sound was completely different from the sound of the archer tower, which was two or three stories higher than the city walls.
Arthis was stunned for a moment.
A second later, he immediately discovered that there was a burly green-skinned Orc waving a warhammer at him.
His mouth was wide open, revealing his sharp fangs. He waved his heavy warhammer.
Arthis had no choice but to swing his sword to meet the Orc's sledgehammer.
Bang! After a muffled sound of metal and wood colliding, the Prince was sent flying. He hit the battlements, and saw stars. He painfully realized that he was not an adult Warrior.
Even though he had a burly body that far surpassed his peers and trained himself strictly, his muscles were still not perfect. His strength was still not at its peak.
"Your Highness!" Molev rushed out like lightning, stabbing the Orc who tried to attack Arthis with his spear.
At this moment, every single person from Rotterdam heard the roar of the city gate collapsing …
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