Chapter 150 The Danger of Stormwind City (Part 2)

Amidst the rumbling and roaring of the earth, the green frenzy split into three, and the sharp battle ax shone fiercely in the sun. Looking down from above, it was like a huge trident growing out of the Elwynn Forest.

Lothar raised his left hand lightly, and dropped it quickly and forcefully.

"Tud chug!" After a strange sound of the winch loosening, ten baskets of gravel were projected from the ten catapult towers behind Lothar that were higher than the tallest outer city wall.

The irregular gravel contained in a pocket scattered in mid-air, making a chilling screaming sound. A few seconds later, under the action of gravitational acceleration, these rubble instantly enveloped a large swirling green tide like a storm.

It's not that the orcs haven't used catapults before, but they have never seen such a way of using them as shotguns. Orcs don't even look at these crushed stones the size of human fists. But now, under the action of high speed, gravel has also become a deadly weapon.

An unlucky ghost who was hit first had his face deformed, and then, together with the protruding fangs, the bones of the entire cheek and jaw were crushed under the huge impact. The momentum brought the head and pulled the burly body to stop the high-speed advancing body, and began to recoil in an instant. During this process, the skull instantly turned into countless fragments bonded by flesh and blood. At the same time, the brain burst out, and the neck bone also broke at the same time.

After the orc was blown upside down, what fell was a cold corpse.

Most of the recruits either died directly, or their internal organs were shattered by heavy blows, and the vomited blood was accompanied by a large number of internal organ fragments. Death was only a matter of time.

Humans' long-range firepower was so fierce that both the Blackhand Chief and Orgrim squinted their eyes.

This is just the beginning, as Lothar drew out the long sword, it fell down.

There was a sound of "whoosh" at the same time in the three-story city wall and the gap between the city walls.

In general, it's hard to associate the humming with a darkened sky. But after the buzzing sound, the entire sky was darkened.

Orgrim raised his head subconsciously, and saw a large black rain rising above the giant human city. He recognized at once that it was the throwing spear of a despicable human being.

This is the greatest blasphemy against the brave tribal warriors.

Many soldiers died not from fighting on the battlefield, but from this strange and disgusting throwing spear. Once shot, accidentally using more force will leave the gun head or the fragile part of the gun barrel in the body. In hot weather, even if the gun head is dug out with a dagger, the wound is easy to rot.

Orgrim has personally seen several soldiers being dragged to death in this way.

"Damn! If there is a shaman..." Orgrim only dared to mutter in his heart.

The traditional shaman of the tribe has been replaced by a more evil and insidious warlock. Now there is not even a shaman who can heal in the entire tribal expedition. What made Orgrim even more furious was that he received a message.

His close friend, Durotan, chief of the Frostwolf clan, visited him with his wife, Draka, two days ago.

A few months ago, because Gul'dan was suspected of having a treacherous deal with the devil. Gul'dan preemptively used the great chief's black hand to exile Durotan and the Frostwolf clan from the Horde, which was the remote Alterac Valley of ice and snow.

But two days ago, Durotan told him of Gul'dan's betrayal.

Orgrim swore that Gul'dan's actions would be punished, and sent one of his bodyguards to see Durotan and his family off.

In the recent period, Gul'dan has disappeared, and Gul'dan has not been seen in public for more than two months. Orgrim asked Black Hand to punish Gul'dan and the Shadow Council, but Black Hand ruthlessly refused.

This made Orgrim's dissatisfaction even higher. All he lacked was a reason to explode...

Seeing Blackhand's clumsy command, Orgrim felt a little nauseous.

The heavy rain of javelins hit the face, and the orc brigade charging ahead seemed to hit an invisible wall head-on, and fell down in large swaths like harvested wheat in an instant.

The grass was in a mess, with the remains of orc soldiers nailed to the ground everywhere.

Before the start of the war, Orgrim had already strongly advised to equip the soldiers with thick enough shields. After all, siege is different from field battle. But what was the black hand saying?

"The invincible orc warrior fears no foul throw."

This is simply using orc soldiers to fill a death pit that can never be filled!

The Dark Portal has been closed inexplicably, Gul'dan has disappeared again, and the Orc Expeditionary Army has no backup. The warriors of the tribe died one by one, and the black hand wasted the lives of the warriors like this! ?

Orgrim gritted his fangs.

"The city is broken!?" There was a surprise shout from ahead.

Orgrim instinctively felt something was wrong, it was too simple, the defense line that humans had set up for so long was so easily breached? The heavy loss in the previous town of Stormwind was still fresh in Orgrim's memory.

Blackhand waved his rocky fist triumphantly, and bellowed, "Look! The warriors of the Horde are invincible."

Nearly a thousand orcs rushed in through the broken wooden city gate, and Orgrim immediately realized that something was wrong. When a large number of orcs rushed in, a steel fence as thick as an orc's thigh suddenly fell from the city gate.

The next moment, the fire burst into the sky.

The desperate wailing of thousands of orcs screaming at the same time suddenly resounded throughout the battlefield.

right! That is the urn city used to lure the enemy, which is filled with whale fat. When waiting for a large number of orcs to pour in, the human soldiers put down the enhanced version of the "thousand catty gate" and lit it...

The orcs were indeed brave warriors, but in front of the ten-meter-high steep city wall, and in front of thousands of javeliners and pikemen waiting in formation, any climbing was doomed to be futile. Countless torches were thrown down, easily turning the entire Urn City into a fiery hell.

The screams of the ambush orcs stunned even the orcs outside who were trying to climb the city wall with clumsy wooden ladders.

"Hahaha! Well done!" Even though the smell of roasted meat could still be clearly transmitted into the nostrils through the face towel prepared in advance, King Lane was still very excited, praising Duke's wonderful plan.

The tragic loss made the great chief's face as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Withdraw!" Rarely, the black hand ordered the withdrawal.

Then, for seven days in a row, the tribe launched fierce attacks on Stormwind City again and again. Every day, the tribe dropped at least 3,000 corpses. However, the tribe's best achievement was just attacking the second city wall.

The situation took a turn for the better on the eighth day.

"We found a way to capture Stormwind City!"