Chapter 256 The Second Stage (2100 Monthly Pass)

Fighting the peons was easy and comfortable, and except for the real blood, it was almost like sticking a scarecrow target with a spear in training.

Some soldiers are already joking: "If all the so-called warriors of the tribe are like this, one of our brigades can kill 10,000 tribes."

At this time, after completing the second round of [Light Art], Abidis found that a huge transport ship began to wash up on the shore, and many taller figures with obvious armor silhouettes appeared on the shore.

The main force of the orcs began to come.

Mograine ordered: "Blow the horn, cover with archers, and let the sword and shield soldiers and spearmen come back. Now enter the second stage."

The horn sounded uniquely in Lordaeron's army, and the soldiers who were fighting on the front line suddenly realized that it was time to retreat. Under the good light and shouted by the commander, the soldiers retreated in an orderly manner, and they entered the second line of defense at a higher altitude along the predetermined mountain path.

Seeing that his own soldiers withdrew as planned, General Abedis raised his sword and shouted: "First Javelin Battalion, shoot!"

The slender black shadow immediately shot up into the air, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, and then screamed, stabbing downwards. Without any accident, quite a few orc warriors were nailed to death under the hill.

However, there are still many who continue to charge.

Abedis noticed that quite a few orc warriors were better armed than the information indicated. They are no longer the naked, big men with brute force that the soldiers of Stormwind described.

They basically have huge shoulder armor with spikes on the shoulder of the right hand holding the weapon, a horned helmet on the head, a half body armor with metallic luster on the chest, and leather forearms on the two arms. arm armor. There is no armor on the lower body, often only a crotch armor similar to a leather skirt, but they obviously all wear a pair of huge boots, which allows them to better pass through the complex terrain of the battlefield.

Abedis quickly summoned a Dalaran mage who was in charge of communication, and gathered the information to Duke.

After receiving this news, there was silence in the headquarters.

Lothar pouted: "Gentlemen, at least we have confirmed that our enemies are a group of intelligent creatures that can evolve."

No one laughed at the bad joke.

The joke is not funny at all.

Duke glanced at the exquisite wall clock hanging in the headquarters, the time was exactly 4:30 in the morning.

"Tell Alleria and Cirvanas that it's time for their rangers to appear." Before Duke could finish speaking, two voices echoed in the headquarters.

"I heard it." The voice of the Great Demon King Alleria.

"I'm almost moldy." Queen Xi complained.

Then, the loud noise on the beach seemed to be much quieter in an instant.

Whether it was Lane and Seamus on the eastern hills, or Mograine and Abedis on the western hills, no commander could believe his eyes.

Humans have not seen the elite rangers of the high elves for too long.

If the definition of a sharpshooter is one arrow kills one enemy, then these rangers are super sharpshooters, monster-level existences. I only heard the continuous sound of bowstrings on the higher positions on the hill,

In just a few breaths, the densely packed tribes on the beach were all shot to death. The arrows were as accurate as eyes, and they automatically navigated from the bow to the orc's throat and other vital points.

For a time, the entire beach was empty.

"My God, what kind of reinforcements did our deputy commander invite back? This is worth a 10,000-man bow and arrow army." King Ryan muttered to himself.

General Seamus comforted Ryan: "I heard that the Windrunner family is the top ranger family in Quel'Thalas."

Ryan felt better about it.

General Seamus was right about this point. The rangers of the Windrunner family were indeed the most powerful among the high elves, not one of them.

Looking at the entire human world, including the high elves, even including the more powerful night elves, there is no army that can compete with the archers of the Windrunner family. Perhaps, the legendary mysterious army directly belonging to the high priest Tyrande can be compared with the rangers of the Windrunner family.

However, the horror of the tribe lies not only in its powerful individual combat power, but also in its terrifying number.

After discovering that there were more and more boats moored on the west coast, the irritable orcs resolutely ignored the orders from above and began to rush the boats to all possible mooring places.

For example, the eastern beach with higher mountains and better human defenses.

Another example is the port terminal itself in South Sea Town.

At the dawn of dawn, the main force of the tribe's beachhead battle finally arrived. The huge iron boat slammed into the stone wharf, shaking the entire port wharf. Through the binoculars, Duke saw the deep-water port wharf that he had built for a long time. It was hit by those bastards and the sky was full of flying stones. Duke wished to wipe out all the orcs.

"Damn it, young master, my private money..." Duke muttered in his heart.

Over there, Turalyon was also muttering: "In the name of the Holy Light, they are too ugly!"

Even though Lothar and Duke had described them, it was far from seeing them with their own eyes. I don't know if the stronger the orc is, the uglier it is. Turalyon, who had observed the dead laborers of the tribe with his own eyes, thought that the tribes were all medium-sized monsters about the size of burly humans, with light green skin and two huge canine teeth in their mouths.

Now Turalyon found out that he was completely wrong.

The real tribal warriors were taller, bulkier and uglier.

Bright green skin and red eyes redder than a rabbit.

And those huge fangs that can't even wrap their lips! Turalyon swore he had only ever seen a boar of that size before.

But wild boars don't walk on two feet, don't carry huge heavy weapons, and don't wear heavy armor.

Duke pretended to observe with the binoculars, and then said the answer marked in the system prompt: "Okay, generals, one piece of good news and one piece of bad news."

Everyone immediately pricked up their ears.

"The good news is that the tribe is finally willing to invest in the main force. Lothar, you can consider taking back the reserve team that was deployed outside."

Lothar smiled slightly. To be on the safe side, Lothar distributed about one-third of the troops gathered in South Sea Town and placed them in the middle of the Hillsbrad Hills, which is probably the interior between South Sea Town and Atonement Island. land.

Lothar was noncommittal about Duke's proposal. Because taking it back may not be helpful. If you don't accept it, it can be used as an insurance policy. At most, you will receive complaints from certain two kings, saying that your army can't do meritorious service.

Lothar asked with a smile, "What about the bad news?"