Chapter 149 The Danger of Stormwind City (Part 2)

"Ah woo woo woo—"

For thousands of years, wolves have howled to communicate with each other.

The loud and fierce wolf howl of the alpha wolf immediately aroused the response of all the wolves in the whole tribe. The continuous and frightening howls of wolves suddenly resounded. Huge sound waves came towards the outer wall of Stormwind City as a hood.

This terrifying momentum suddenly made the soldiers of Stormwind City sound a bad rumor. The cruel and bloody orcs themselves only eat the living, and for those soldiers who died on the battlefield, they will be rewarded to the wargs to eat.

Thinking back to the habits of wolves in this world, this is really possible.

Wolves are the wildest and most ferocious animals. They do not eat their own kind, and only when the same kind is still alive. Once the same kind dies in any way, the meat of the same kind is no different from other meat.

Thinking that their bodies would be torn apart and eaten by these huge monsters made many recruits who had never faced the orcs tremble with their hands trembling and their teeth clucking.

Ryan and Anduin, who were sitting on the highest inner city wall, couldn't help frowning when they saw this scene.

At this time, a messenger trotted over: "Sir Windsor asked to fire the ballista. He said there is a special ballista that can teach the beast a lesson."

"Quite!" As the supreme commander on the front line, even if Ryan came to the scene in person, most of the time it was Lothar who gave the command.

Seeing the signal, Windsor personally manipulated the ballista on the huge ballista platform nearly 30 meters above the ground.

He first glanced at the flag fluttering in the wind on the ballista, and muttered: "The wind direction is east to west, and the wind force is... level three."

Then Windsor straightened his arm again, raised his thumb flat, and made a rough visual distance measurement: "The distance is 250 yards..."

Finally, adjust the winch, facing the scale meter that he had no idea what it was a few months ago. It was clearly marked on it. According to this height, when the winch is full, the distance should be adjusted by how many yards.

"OK! Launch!"

"噚——" with a sound, a huge bowstring sounded.

At first, no one cared about this ballista.

In this age of rough craftsmanship, any heavy weapon needs to be tested. Whether it is a ballista, a trebuchet or a cannon, it is generally shot in a certain direction, and then slowly adjusted. Whoever can hit the area near the target within three rounds will be crowned as a marksman.

The first shot should have been fired.

But I couldn't find a qualified gunner in the entire Stormwind Kingdom. Even the four small 8-pound cannons in Stormwind City were bought from the dwarf's Ironforge in a hurry after the defeat in the Battle of Red Ridge Mountain.

The impromptu-trained gunners simply failed.

No way, in this era, except for the nobles and a few lucky ones, basically everyone is illiterate. It's quite a feat to find a few smart people who have learned how to fire a gun.

So when Windsor volunteered to take the first shot, Ryan, Anduin, and Bolvar didn't have any hope.

Who knew, a miracle happened!

A black long rainbow with blinding orc dog eyes flashed across the sky of Stormwind City. Looking down from the sky, this black line shot almost straight to the Great Chief Black Hand.

Watching the black spots in the distance rapidly expand in the horizon.

Not only the orc guards next to the great chief, but even the black hand himself felt that something was wrong.

Dry! Why can a human ballista shoot so far! ?

It is not that the orcs have never seen human ballistas.

Most human ballistas do not have such a long range. Of course, the orcs would not know that this is a ballista specially modified by a mechanical engineering major who studied in a certain decathlon but was not proficient in any of them.

Before he had time to think, Orgrim* Doomhammer, the deputy who stood beside the Great Chief of the Black Hand, suddenly swelled his muscles. The 'future' Great Chief suddenly leaped forward, and hit the huge crossbow bolt in the air with a hammer.

"Bang—" I have to say that the great people who entered the hero field are all monsters.

A ballista with a speed of at least 50 kilometers per hour, Orgrim, a pervert, will attack as soon as he talks about it.

It really hit him.

However, since it was created by Duke, how could it be so simple.

This shot is a specially made mother-child bursting arrow.

Orgrim did knock the female arrow away with a hammer, but more small steel balls poured towards the warchief and the howling warg leader under him like a shotgun.

"Crack, clap, clack!" The scatter, which was as dense as a torrential rain, directly told Black Hand and his precious wolf to be human.

"ah!"

"Aww!"

The scream of the great chief and the scream of the leader of the warg made the whole pack of wolves stagnate. The not-so-high intelligence of the wargs made it impossible for them to understand why their boss suddenly stopped screaming.

Seeing the boss of the orcs and his "big dog" get covered in faces by the ballista, and hearing the whole pack of wolves lose their voices like a cock being strangled, the morale of the Stormwind soldiers, who had been a little low for a while, rose again.

"Wow ha ha ha ha!"

"I can't play it anymore. Green-skinned beast!"

"A group of bereaved dogs, who are you scaring!?"

The soldiers laughed fiercely.

King Ryan was refreshed. He gave a high thumbs up in the direction of Windsor, and then he pulled out his sword. The cold light of the king's sword was extremely dazzling in the morning light.

Ryan's clear and high voice spread through the three walls: "Thousands of years ago! Our ancestors brought your ancestors to this valley. We have multiplied here for a thousand years! Behind us is our home! It is us A home for generations to come! Will we allow these cruel green beasts to occupy our home!?"

"No! No! No!"

"Then what are you waiting for, draw your swords! Let the corpses of these green beasts fill Elwynn Forest!"

At this time, Lothar was the first to respond. He drew out his sword and raised it high: "For Stormwind City! For Azeroth——"

"For Stormwind! For Azeroth—"

The swords and halberds are like a forest, the cold light is overflowing, and the morale is full!

Feeling the sound waves erupting from the city wall, the great chief's green face almost turned dark green, and his heart ached for his old buddy who kept screaming.

Relying on his greatly improved physical strength after drinking the devil's blood, and relying on his thick skin and thick flesh, he insisted on carrying the steel balls scattered just now. But his wargs had never drank demon blood.

Wolves have never been good at defense.

Seeing that the eyes of his own wolf leader were blinded by steel balls, and his entire front body was covered in pits and bloodstains as deep as a finger, the black hand knew that his old buddy was doomed.

Baring his fangs viciously, the black hand smashed his beloved worg to death with a hammer.

With unending rage, the warchief's roar was heard throughout the Horde.

"attack--"