Chapter 185 Street Fighting

The soldiers were full of pride, and they roared like thunder in a deep voice: "Your Majesty! Let's go first!"

"Okay!" Ryan held up the sword, and the cold light of the sword reflected Ryan's heroic but not young face under the shining fire.

Duke, who was standing beside Ryan, was infected by the tragic atmosphere at this moment, and at some point, tears had already slipped down quietly.

An hour later, the sound of the tribal war drums sounded almost as if promised.

From the mountains to the east and north came again the rough roar of the Horde warriors.

Dozens of flares specially made by the goblins fired into the air, driving away the darkness at once, and all the attacking men and horses of the tribe could see clearly.

Not only were the muscular Blackstone clan warriors crowded on the smoother mountain paths, but even on those steep mountain walls, there were countless thick ropes hanging down, and the burly figures of orcs descended with them.

That's the real green mania.

In the direction of the city wall, the sound of crossbows kept ringing. But the orcs rushed towards the city wall madly against the ballista and the rubble falling from the sky.

One orc's helmet and head were smashed to pieces by the stone throwing. His burly body fell down and quickly became a stepping stone for the next orc, continuing to rush towards the city wall along the gravel slope.

An orc was shot through the chest by a javelin, and still feeling weak from the rapid loss of life, he threw his battle ax at a human warrior on the city wall.

Fierce battles took place on every part of the entire east and north walls.

The decisive battle has begun!

The orcs besieged Stormwind City, a golden lion that was already scarred. However, even if it is weak, even if it is lost, this male lion still opens its sharp claws to give the invaders the most severe revenge!

Not far away, Orgrim stood there blankly, holding his famous [Doom Hammer]. He saw the valiant and desperate human charge back against the orcs charging up the wall.

Then it was overwhelmed again by the orc's green frenzy.

Orgrim narrowed his eyes, he sensed something ominous. It is said that humans have seven kingdoms, and those dwarfs who are only knee high also have a kingdom, and there are also elves who are thin and thin. If every kingdom resisted fiercely like this Stormwind Kingdom, how many warriors of the tribe would return alive after fighting fiercely again and again before conquering the world?

"Hahaha! Weak humans are just prey with some brains, and they are no match for the tribal warriors!" Not far from Orgrim, the great chief black finger pointed at the section of the city wall that had already fallen into the hands of the tribe, and issued burst out laughing.

Orgrim felt something was wrong.

Compared with the elite humans he fought a few days ago, although these humans had an almost crazy morale state, it was obvious that many humans were already wounded before they rushed up.

Orgrim even ran to an arrow tower, and he suddenly discovered that many of the dead human soldiers had broken legs.

Jumping off the arrow tower, Orgrim found Black Hand: "Great Chief, something seems wrong, the elite of mankind is not there."

Black Hand raised his big hardened black hand and pointed it around. There were roars and roars everywhere, and the sound of ping-pong-pong battles was still coming from everywhere.

"Obviously, weak humans are still resisting."

Even if Orgrim didn't want to admit it, it was true. The sound of fierce fighting couldn't fool anyone.

At this time, an outpost rushed back to report: "Report to the chief, the human defenders are retreating to the west harbor! But every block of the human city has walls and moats, and the resistance is very fierce."

"Hahaha! Stupid human!" Black Hand laughed loudly.

Orgrim saw from the light of the fire that humans had almost opened up every big house in the city as a stronghold, built barricades at the entrance of every street, dug trenches, and formed small positions one by one.

Looking at the fierce resistance, it seems that we are going to fight the tribe

"Street fighting?" Seeing this, Orgrim finally couldn't help but sneered.

Back then, the Draenei had a shining light (holy light) to help them, and they had excellent weapons, but the Draenei still couldn't defend Shattrath City. In street fighting, which is most about individual fighting power, Orgrim doesn't think any race can defeat the warriors of the Horde.

Black Hand laughed wildly: "If there are more defenses like the outer city wall in the human city, and they keep all their troops on the city wall, then the tribe may have to pay more sacrifices. But are these weak humans stupid? You actually want to fight us in the street, hahahaha!?"

This time, not only Orgrim, but all the chiefs beside Blackhand laughed in agreement.

"Hahaha! No warrior is an opponent of the strongest warrior orcs! Those throwing guns and ballistas in the street battles are useless, and humans are doomed!"

The black hand waved his giant hand: "Attack overnight, you can't let a human go away. You can do whatever you want with other trophies, but the head of the other great chief must be left to me!"

"Yes!" The chiefs of these small and medium-sized clans beamed with joy. They listened to the order to disperse one by one, and returned to their clans to command the troops.

"Orgrim! Lead your people and rush to the port as soon as possible. I don't want to let another human go."

"clear!"

After days of siege operations, it is a lie that the orcs are not tired.

But the high-spirited feeling brought by breaking through the enemy's capital made every orc full of energy. There is no more discipline, no more cooperation, and the orcs who are still around Stormwind City can be said to have come out in full force.

They followed every street and alley in Stormwind City.

Kill anyone you see, and grab something new and good when you see it. Looking at the shiny gold and silver utensils, the orcs didn't feel much, but felt that it might be good to make dental ornaments after melting. But seeing the excellent weapons of humans, especially the sharp battle axes, the orcs would often fight each other to compete for these rare trophies in their eyes.

For this is the hour of victory, and the Warchief's gift.

The rude roars of the orcs, as well as the long dragons holding high torches, filled every road and every street in Stormwind City. The sound of wanton footsteps gradually replaced the sound of fierce fighting.

No orc cared where the humans went. Maybe the humans hid in those big houses called churches and shivered. On every ugly green face, besides ferocity, is the tyranny and ecstasy released after suppressing for a long time.

Victory!

Despite all the trouble humans have caused them, victory is victory!

Suddenly, clusters of huge beams of light converged on a huge building near the west. The huge golden lion flag on the top of the building, which is full of one floor high, is reflected brilliantly.

At the same moment, the orcs heard a strange sound.

Two updates are owed and the basic update will be made up tomorrow.