There was no locust-like momentum.
There was no storm of arrows.
It was these silent arrows that caused a large number of Beastmen to die without a sound. Instead, it created a terrifying atmosphere.
Defense seemed to have lost its meaning. It seemed like it was a matter of one arrow. The charging Beastmen were enraged. They roared and shouted all kinds of slogans in Beastman language as they charged madly at the wooden wall of the camp.
Yes!
As long as they broke through the thin wooden wall and dragged the enemy into close combat, the Elves with thin arms and legs would not be a match for the Beastmen. This was the proven experience of Cuel Salas in the two wars.
It should have been like this. Suddenly, the Beastmen at the front seemed to have stepped on something. Suddenly, there was a flash of lightning under their feet.
"Ahhhhh –" The twisted electric current that lingered around the Beastmen was clearly visible.
These Beastmen turned into charcoal in a few breaths.
Mages?
Orgrim's face twitched as he saw this scene from afar. This reminded him of Gul 'dan. If Gul' dan did not betray them, why would the tribe be like the Trolls against the Elves, using human wave tactics to exhaust the enemy's magic power?
Standing on the tallest five-story command tower in the middle of the camp, Marian, a member of the Silver Moon Council, teased the Beastmen, "I bet that group of simple-minded green-skinned creatures will think that we mages are attacking."
Duque kept an appropriate distance from this female elf with a murder weapon hidden in front of her chest. He smiled lightly, "Don't worry, there will be a chance for you to make a move."
"That's good. It is our wish to serve Sir Marcus."
With just a glass of champagne, Duque almost thought that Marian was chatting with him at a cocktail party. That kind of casual attitude, that robe that revealed just right, was enough to make any animal with excess hormones salivate.
Uh, fortunately, I recently settled Aurelia.
Duque withdrew his gaze from Marian.
Then, he saw a group of confused Beastmen.
Electrocuted to death! Roasted to death! Blown to death! Frozen to death! Shot to death by Arcane Missiles! He was stabbed to death by a sharp thorn that suddenly shot out!
There was a mess of everything.
The power wasn't great, but it was enough to be fatal.
Orgrim, who was commanding from the back, felt his scalp go numb. If the humans used simple weapons, such as flames, he could use the Blackrock tribe members to charge through. For example, he could summon a Frost Troll to deal with Frost.
But unless it was a Warlock with a Demon Hound, no Orc would have such high magic resistance to the endless attacks.
Fortunately, there were still some intelligent Orc commanders who saw through it.
"Watch your step!"
Even though those things were disguised, they still revealed their true appearance. They were disc-shaped objects covered in grass and mud. The moment an Orc stepped on it, it would be triggered.
It didn't matter what kind of equipment you had or what clan you were from. Once you stepped on it, you would either die or be crippled.
Alright, here comes the problem. I have to pay attention to my feet. When I charge, I won't be able to charge fast, and I won't have the energy to defend against the arrows coming from the walls. He had to pay attention to the arrows, and he forgot about his feet.
The Orcs' violent charge, which seemed to be able to drown everything in the world, suddenly slowed down.
"Hahaha! It reminds me of the first time I shot a hare with my bow when I was young. "Cirvanas laughed as he shot the arrow. Because the difficulty of aiming had decreased, she could use the Triple Arrow without any restrictions.
Anyway, the entire wooden wall was filled with quivers full of arrows. After all, the people of Lordaeron had the most armaments in the entire continent.
"Second Sister! Do you want to compete? "
"Let's compete!"
The serious battlefield was turned into a hunting game by a few Windrunners.
After sacrificing more than 4,000 elites, the Orcs finally got close to the walls of the camp. They brandished their heavy hammers violently, easily smashing the antlers and the walls of the village into pieces.
The Elven Rangers jumped off the wooden wall, which was not very high.
Unexpectedly, the Rangers did not go far. They stood in the empty space behind the wooden wall, and continued to shoot arrows at a distance that was not considered suitable.
"Kill these long ears!" The Orc commanders shouted.
Something unexpected happened again.
The Elven Rangers retreated as they fought. In order to avoid traps, the Orcs would often choose to step on the spots that the Elves had stepped on.
What the hell!
Why were the Elves fine when they stepped on the spots, but the Orcs got shot when they stepped on them?
Electrocution! Explosion! Violent death!
The Orcs suddenly realized that between the first and second walls, the traps on the ground were more concentrated. The density was so high that it was almost impossible to step on them. Yet, the Elves could come and go as if they were flying.
Not to mention the Elven Rangers who were fighting below, even Marian in the command tower was stunned.
"What a clever little thing. I can see that you have your mages and magic apprentices seal magic into scrolls and store it in the trap, but I don't see why our people are fine when they walk up to it, but the orcs fall for it," Marian said in admiration.
Yes!
[Take Your Life Three Thousand Type A] was simply a trigger mine that stored magic.
It was the work of Duke's followers who had to work through the night to make it.
Duque smiled mysteriously. "Do you want to know this secret?"
"Of course!"
"Promise me to help me fight the war in Stormwind, and I'll tell you."
"Members of the Silver Moon Council must be approved by the council to participate in the war." Marian's beautiful eyes flickered as she gave Duque a knowing look.
"Then may I ask if we can invite Miss Marian to visit when we open the first floor of the library in Karazhan?"
"That's more like it."
"Okay, the answer is weight. Without the weight of four High Elves, those little things won't be triggered at all. "
Marian couldn't help but laugh. "That simple?"
"That simple."
The Orcs were more muscular than any other race in the Alliance. They were tall and strong, so naturally, their weight increased. If a human weighed 150 kilograms, that would be a very tall and strong man. But this weight in the Orcs was only equivalent to an ordinary warrior of a third-rate clan.
For example, the strong warriors of the Blackrock clan were generally more than 2.3 meters tall and weighed more than 200 kilograms. If they were the personal guards of the chief, their height and weight would be even more exaggerated.
The ogres were even more ridiculous.
This was what Duque was using. When he designed it, he added a very thick piece of iron to the "button" of the mine. Without about 200 kilograms of weight, it was impossible to crush the iron to trigger the mine.
This was why [Take Your Life Three Thousand Type] had almost no effect on the Elven Rangers, but to the Orcs, they would be trampled to death.
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