Half a minute ago, all the rookie Orc warriors subconsciously raised their heads. With a slightly confused and helpless expression, they even forgot to hold up their shields, bitterly becoming witnesses to the spectacle in front of them.
It was an enemy so dense that it looked like a dark cloud.
The gargoyles, which were almost free of the shackles of gravity, had the strongest limbs, sharp and dark claws, a demonic face, and scarlet eyes that flashed with the most demonic fierceness.
A moment ago, the entire defense line of the city wall was still bathed in sunlight, but suddenly, the sky darkened.
The army, which lacked mobility, was passive whenever it faced the agile and soaring air force. Coupled with various factors such as range and hit rate, the Horde warriors could only be beaten up at this time.
Originally, Sal was prepared to suffer heavy losses.
Unexpectedly, as the roar of artillery in the distance behind him became more ear-piercing, Sal discovered with his amazing dynamic vision that the dwarves had changed the cannonballs to larger red cannonballs.
They weren't blasting at the ground, but throwing them into the sky.
It looked like fiery conical fireworks blooming in the sky, and they broke the black haze of death in a unique manner.
Each red cannonball was equivalent to over a thousand tiny flame warheads.
They poured their destructive power unscrupulously into everything flying in the sky.
Sal saw with his own eyes that a cannonball passed by, and the nearest gargoyle was directly turned into a sieve. The wings, which were as solid and thick as a stone wall, were full of holes of all sizes. The head and chest, which could have been broken with a sledgehammer, were full of potholes and continuous cracks.
The mountain path of Mount Hyjal, which had a limited flight altitude and area, was definitely the best place for the dwarves' magical cannonballs to show off. With one shot, at least thirty or forty gargoyles fell from the sky.
The originally dense and numerous gargoyles were like dark clouds, but after a few rounds of artillery fire, they suddenly became riddled with holes.
Many gargoyles, after falling from the sky, still did not completely lose the ability to move. They still drove their burly bodies to climb in the direction of the city wall.
Sal curled his lips. "Wojin!"
"Understood!"
Groups of Darkspear Trolls rushed to the top of the city wall. They stood behind the Orc warriors, stretched out their slender arms, and swung their arms to throw out round stones.
When it came to throwing, the Trolls had a talent that the Beastmen could never hope to match.
Stones the size of kettles drew a straight line in the air and struck the Gargoyles on the ground. "Crack! Crack!" The sound of rocks shattering rang out everywhere.
"Hahahaha!"
"Awesome! This feels so f * cking good! "
The Orcs and Ox-head Warriors were still cheering loudly even though they were defending the city walls. The miserable state of the enemy was their best stimulant.
At that moment, people from the Alliance arrived.
A small group of knights found Thrall, who spoke awkwardly in Orc language, "Your Excellency, the first line of defense is saturated. Vice Commander Turalyon hopes that you can temporarily abandon the first wall."
"Give up! We've only just warmed up! There are so many good lads behind us who haven't even touched the enemy, "Tauren Chief Cain muttered.
Sal looked at the continuous walls on the mountain road, and then looked at the death passage in front of him that had been filled with corpses. He waved his hand to stop Kane. "No, we have lost the geographical advantage. We still have to defend for a long time. Retreat! "
The messenger knight was relieved. "Tribal warriors who have just been injured, please retreat first. Behind the second line of defense, there will be specialized medical teams to take care of them. Don't worry, it's not just the Dwarves' cannons. The Night Elves and Blood Elves' sentries and rangers will cover your retreat. "
"Thank you!" Sal replied humbly.
The messenger knight raised a red flag and waved it behind him. Sal immediately felt the cannons behind him become more intense.
The cannons in the sky and on the ground were at least twice as dense as before. Apart from a few accidental injuries, 99% of the cannons hit the Burning Legion.
He nodded in satisfaction and had his men cover each other's retreat.
Over ten thousand Tribal warriors were divided into four teams. Three teams retreated first, and the fourth team stayed until the first three teams entered the two gates of the second line of defense before retreating.
At that moment, the zombies and Ghouls that were rushing up were stopped by the extremely accurate and sharp rain of arrows.
The Abominations and Gargoyles were greeted by the Dwarves' cannons and muskets.
The Tribe only paid the price of less than a hundred lives before successfully retreating.
"Damn it, I should have adjusted the shooting parameters just now and blown those damned green dwarfs and the undead monsters away." Parem cursed.
Bu Laing slapped his forehead. "Why didn't you say so earlier!"
The Dwarves were speechless.
But more Dwarves looked at the few human knights sent by the Alliance General Command. The Dwarves finally knew what these humans were here for. They were afraid that the Dwarves would act recklessly when they were hot-headed!
On the Burning Legion's side, a fierce debate broke out.
The Dreadlord, led by Ansaron, thought that they should slow down and find a countermeasure. "The Alliance's cannons are too powerful. We don't have enough cannon fodder, and the terrain is too narrow. It's not a good idea to attack blindly. "
The Lord of the Abyss, Azgalor, sneered. "Ansaron, you've been in this world for too long. Is your brain broken? The Burning Legion has destroyed countless worlds. This one will be no exception. "
Ansaron's face darkened. "This is the only planet where the Burning Legion has failed more than once. Even Master Sargeras has lost contact here. "
Since they were talking about their boss' boss, Azgalor couldn't go on. "Since you're so afraid, let me take the lead."
The Lord of the Abyss moved his fat, four-legged lower body, picked up the heavy double-headed double-edged sword, and left with a laugh.
Ansaron stared at Azgalor's back and spat. "Idiot! I'll let you and your men consume the Dwarves' cannons. "
As one of the first Higher Demons to enter this world, the Dreadlord had a full understanding of the combat power of the mortals in Azeroth.
Before Archimonde's arrival, if it weren't for the Liches' solidification of the fortress and the effect of [Protective Cannonball] condensed by a large-scale magic circle, the Scourge Legion would have been defeated and attacked to the city of Lordaeron.
If Lordaeron fell, then the entire Lordaeron continent would likely become a piece of iron again, and the Burning Legion would have no way to attack.
Fortunately, Archimonde arrived.
After a while, seeing Azgalor's mountain-like figure, the human warriors on the second wall didn't look good.
Mograine spat down the wall. "I thought only the Horde was unlucky …"
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