The tide of the undead army was too terrifying.
The mortars bombarded the horde of zombies, and every shell blasted dozens of zombies into smithereens. They either died with their heads smashed, or their bodies mutilated and lost the ability to move.
The zombies that didn't have much sanity left stretched out their arms and sprinted up the mountain. Some zombies were pushed to the ground by the zombies behind them because of missing legs and other reasons. Even so, they still waved their rotten limbs, crawled like dogs, and used both hands and feet to madly rush up the mountain.
If the zombies in front were too slow, the zombies behind them would roll over their companions and continue their charge.
At this moment, Bu Laing Bronzebeard, who was behind the third city wall, was playing with his new gift — the weird-looking gun in the shape of a bug. He glanced at the zombies impatiently.
"Parim Golden Hammer!"
"Yes, sir!" A dwarf officer holding a huge hammer and wearing rare golden armor responded on the spot.
"Fixed target! Number one, shoot at the source! Three sets of [Small Steel Cannons], cover the area! Don't slack off, even if we're covering for those damn Orcs. But, from another perspective, we're letting them remember the battle at Blackrock Mountain. "Bu Laing's evil smile quickly spread among the Dwarves.
"Hehe!"
"Hehehehe!"
Fifteen years was like a generation for humans.
But for the Dwarves, who had an average lifespan of 800 years, fifteen years felt like a month for humans.
Every Dwarf Warrior could still remember the humiliation of being blocked by the Bloodring Tribe at their front door, and not being able to enter their own garden. They didn't have the romance of hunting with guns, and they didn't have the spare time to collect the treasures from the mines …
The Dwarves were very unhappy about working with the Horde.
The Orcs were once slaves of the Alliance, and now they had no place to stay. They could only run across the ocean like stray dogs.
Why do we have to work with those damned green-skinned dwarves?
The Dwarves didn't understand.
If the order wasn't given by Commander Duque, who had always supported the Bronzebeard Dwarves during their most difficult times and had never lacked food and medicine, the Dwarves would've used guns filled with gunpowder but without bullets to shoot that fellow.
"Why are the faces of the Black Iron Dwarves black? Ever since we sprayed his face with our muskets, it has turned black! " This was a clumsy dwarf-style joke, but it also reflected that if one didn't have some achievements in the Alliance, it would be impossible to control this group of irascible dwarves.
Alright, Bu Laing had chosen the [Small Steel Cannon] that had beaten the Horde into dogs back in the Scorching Canyon!
The small steel cannons that shone brilliantly in that battle were, in fact, many more were built later on. Who knew that after the battle at Scorching Canyon, he would no longer have a use for it. At one time, the Watchtower in the Blasted Land had 36 small steel cannons at most.
Later, as the times changed, the small cannon was replaced by the more powerful Little Duque Cannon.
The dwarves never lacked iron ore, and it was quite troublesome to recycle these finished products. As a result, all those small steel cannons could only be placed in the warehouse to play games with the dust.
Duque had instructed the dwarves to bring the small steel cannons in this rare battle across the sea. He even said that they would respond to tactics and abandon the cannons at any time.
Since it was an outdated piece of trash, Bu Laing was naturally happy to obey. Who would have thought that it could be used to scare the orcs?
As expected, when the large cannons boomed from the third wall, many of the older orc warriors were almost scared to death.
This was a nightmare that had traversed thirteen years in time.
Every old orc who had been captured in the Scorching Canyon remembered the humiliation of being forced to surrender by the terrifying firepower of the dwarves …
"Those bastards!" Varrock and Brock, the two veterans who had experienced the first and second Battle of the Dark Portal, were instantly enraged when they heard the dwarves' wild laughter that seemed to have been deliberately suppressed.
Saar had just rejoiced at the support of the dwarves' cannons when he noticed that many of the incomparably heroic old orc warriors were behaving unnaturally, "What's wrong?"
"Sigh!" In the end, it was Grom, who had experienced the war but not the last battle of the Scorching Canyon, who told Saar the story.
"What?! Are you sure that this is the [Small Steel Cannon] that destroyed the last orc army? "
Saar fell silent. Although the relationship between the Alliance and the Horde had shown signs of warming up recently, the damage done to each other in the past was too deep. The Horde had slaughtered many humans, dwarves, and high elves. The Alliance had also destroyed the Troll Empire and enslaved the orcs.
This was already a bad debt.
"Pass down the order. Our enemy is only the living in front of us. Don't be distracted by the small details. We will prove the glory of the Horde with merit! "
When the Horde warriors calmed down, they found that the dwarves' cannons were still very powerful.
Under the sunlight, many huge black cannonballs fell from the sky. They landed accurately on the seemingly wide mountain path that was hundreds of meters wide, sputtering out with sparks that ignited pieces of the ground. They screamed over the two huge walls, creating a hellish scene in front of the orcs.
Sal suddenly understood why the incomparably brave Orc seniors in his heart had broken down and become captives.
This was not a destructive weapon that mortals could resist with their bodies!
Without becoming a professional, there was no chance of survival in the face of this level of attack.
Logically speaking, in the face of this kind of attack that could wipe out everything within a hundred-meter radius, there shouldn't be any existence that could survive.
But Saar found that he was wrong.
A large number of Abominations, stitched together with countless corpses, actually passed through the line of destruction and rushed to the bottom of the city wall under the seemingly destructive cannon fire. After all, it was a blind spot that the cannons could not reach.
"Attack!" Wo Jin's command sounded. Behind the widened shooting holes, the Trolls stretched out their long arms and threw their steel spears at Wo Jin.
These terrifying spears that could kill a Tauren with one spear could not stop the movement of the Abominations for even a second.
These monsters whose faces were shot through, regardless of whether the eyeballs on their heads were still there or not, were playing with human ladders under the city wall. They used their flesh and blood to build a sloping passage that could climb over the fifteen-meter high wall.
"The dead should rest in peace!"
Saar waved the [Hammer of Destruction] in his hand angrily!
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