Chapter 187 [Makgora] (Part 2)

The once peaceful and peaceful Stormwind City has now become a hell.

Antlers are everywhere, trenches are everywhere, and almost every relatively solid building in the city has been transformed into a bunker by sandbags, gravel, and wood. Soldiers acting as death squads used various methods to attack the invaders.

Javeliners hid behind windows on the third floor and kept shooting at the attacking orcs. In the orc team marching along the main road, some orcs were shot and fell to the ground, but the orc soldiers ignored them and just kept attacking fiercely.

Whether it was a human barricade or a blockhouse transformed from a mansion, all the orc clans scrambled to launch wave after wave of attacks, and the green frenzy flooded one position after another.

Shattrath City, the capital of the Draenei first, and then the Stormwind City of humans, which city will be next?

The orc soldiers didn't think much about it. The sense of exaltation and honor of breaking through the enemy's capital had already made the orcs lose their minds.

Most areas of Stormwind City have been caught in the flames of war, but human formations are layered upon layer, like a woman's thousand-veil skirt. Whenever they tear up a formation, the next horizon must be reflected in the horizon. Before they even had time to plant the clan's banner, a human in charge of covering would definitely throw a rain of javelins.

The kind of mutual protection, like endless fortifications, gave the attacking orc commander a headache.

The bloodletting of the tribe is expanding unknowingly.

Just when the battles in various areas were extremely fierce, a huge and silent team came straight to the church area of ​​Stormwind City.

Here, with the huge and gorgeous Stormwind Cathedral at its back, nearly a thousand guards of the royal family stood with swords in their hands, ready to fight.

Over there, the Great Chief's orc guards, who were taller than ordinary orcs and had an average height of nearly three meters, surrounded the Great Chief Blackhand and Orgrim.

These elite orc guards are wearing thick black leather armor that almost covers the whole body, hideous shoulder armor with sharp bone spurs that tower into the sky, and a full-iron horn helmet carefully crafted by the best orc laborers. A giant battle ax collected from human hands.

In the eyes of humans, these huge battle axes must be held with both hands, but for the elite orc guards, it just happens to be a one-handed axe.

Ryan narrowed his eyes.

The green crowd separated left and right like a tide, and the giant-like Great Chief Blackhand, who was probably over three and a half meters tall, strode forward with Orgrim holding the [Doomhammer].

Stepping on the blue bricks on the ground of the church area, every time the great chief took a step, the bricks and stones under his feet would groan overwhelmed.

Black Hand stood still thirty meters away from the steps, his ferocious eyes bigger than bull's eyes swept from the human side to the right.

His gaze was easily locked on the golden helmeted and flamboyant King Ryan.

"I am Black Hand, the great chief of the tribe. Are you the great chief of the Human Storm Clan?" Black Hand's rumbling voice shook the ears of everyone on the human side.

Black Hand spoke in orc language, Ryan, Lothar and the others all slightly turned their heads to look at the translator Duke.

"This guy is Blackhand, the orc chief, and he is asking Your Majesty for your identity." Duke replied politely.

"Tell him." Ryan said.

Duke bowed lightly, then turned to Black Hand, with his left hand palm up, made an introduction gesture, and said in orc language: "Black Hand! In front of you is His Majesty Ryan Wrynn, the king of the Stormwind Kingdom—a millennium The former only human empire, Arathor Empire, is the distant blood of Emperor Thoradin, and now the leader of the alliance of seven human kingdoms."

Well, the Duke interpreter went astray on purpose.

No one in the tribe can speak human language, and no one here in Stormwind can really speak orc language. How to translate it is not a matter of Duke's words. Anyway, listening to Duke's tone, it was no different from the introduction of the courtesy officer. No one noticed that Duke was starting to do bad things.

Duke then pointed to Lothar: "And this is the direct descendant of Emperor Thoradin, the strongest warrior of mankind—Sir Anduin Lothar."

Seeing Duke introduce himself, Lothar stood at attention, drew his sword out of its scabbard, a sword flower, and then the long sword stood on his chest.

Black Hand is a guy with a relatively simple head. He blinked, pointed at Ryan, and replied with a rumbling voice: "You mean, Ryan is not only the chief of this clan, but also the great chief of seven clans?"

Duke quickly repeated what Black Hand had said.

"Reply to him. Use a more dignified tone." Ryan said softly.

Duke held a chicken feather as an arrow: "Black Hand! Your Majesty has pity on your low brain size... Well, anyway, you simple-minded guys can't understand the difference between clan and kingdom. Whatever you want. What do you think Ryan Wrynn Your Majesty can be the Great Chief."

Black Hand couldn't understand what it means to have a low brain capacity, but it felt like it was a curse word, and he was angry.

"Roar—" There was a terrifying roar with a lung capacity of 20,000 milliliters less. That kind of ferocious howling sound easily reminded people of a roaring giant bear.

At the same moment, Orgrim hit the ground with a hammer, and the huge shock once again ravaged the eardrums of everyone on the human side. Orgrim cursed: "Presumptuous! You, the king of a small kingdom that is about to perish, have no right to despise us! Great Chief."

"Humph! Destruction? Superficial people who don't know how vast the world of Azeroth is... Humph! Stormwind City is just a country in the south of the Human Alliance. Even if you capture Stormwind City, it means you are destroyed It’s just a tribe’s clan.” Duke showed no sign of weakness.

The orcs were showing signs of going crazy. Of course Lothar here was not to be outdone. With one move of the sword, all the guards of the royal family put down their shields. The sharp swords stood in the gap between the shields, like poisonous snakes about to pop out.

For a while, the two sides were at war with each other.

The huge black arm of the black hand stood in front of Orgrim.

"Forget it. Human! I admit that your king is barely qualified to send someone to challenge me, but the orcs only accept challenges from the bravest alien warriors..." Hei Hand's voice fell, without even winking, Hei Hand was an extremely burly relative Holding the axe, Wei suddenly stepped forward three steps.

Orgrim shouted: "If that Anduin is really the number one warrior of mankind, let him prove himself!"

Duke turned his head: "Hey, Anduin, Blackhand only accepts challenges from the most capable human warriors. You must kill that guy first."

Lothar turned his head: "Just one sentence?"

Duke asked back: "Could it be that Black Hand despises us, saying that the Kingdom of Stormwind is just a small kingdom and needs to translate every sentence?"

Ryan smiled: "Anduin, don't be so sensitive, our chief court grand*mage will know it well."

"Okay, kill this guy and the other warchief will fight me, right?"

"right!"

185.186 The two chapters are supplementary