Chapter 257 Grandpa Roar Appears (2200 Monthly Ticket)

"Here comes the Warsong clan of the Horde, not just normal but quite capable. Note their chieftain, Grom Hellscream. That's a first-rate savage, especially you, Lothar Commander, I don't want the league's commander to rush to the forefront... I know you can fight well, but there are so many generals around, do you have the nerve to take credit for your subordinates as the commander?"

Lothar was really eager to try when he heard Duke say that Grom was awesome. When Duke said this, Lothar could only raise his hands to indicate that he would not go to the front line.

Lothar didn't make a move, and suddenly there was a silent commotion from the other generals. Pairs of fiery eyes turned to Duke, longing for Duke to name someone or a certain legion.

The current situation is simply a predetermined victory. The only difference is whether the price paid is high. But for now, it looks like a big win.

Everyone is eager to win, and the kings who have different thoughts are even more eager for their legions to have a brilliant performance in this battle, because it will involve their country's right to speak in the alliance.

Scumbags have no human rights.

This is not just talk.

More and more transport ships have arrived at the seaside. There are so many ships in the Horde that the long coastline is not enough.

And the brave warriors of the Warsong clan pushed the battle line to the halfway up the mountain. Facing the fist-sized throwing stones swaying all over the sky, they carried crossbow arrows that could easily penetrate their bodies. When one fell down, another one would immediately make up for it, and when one group fell, a new group would immediately rush in. Leng is using flesh and blood to erode the human defense line at high speed.

The agile movements, exaggerated jumping ability, and berserk strength of the Warsong warriors made the soldiers of Lordaeron very uncomfortable.

In just ten minutes, Mograine has already dispatched the reserve team for the third time. Even though the reserve team in his hands is still sufficient, but this kind of battle damage like a meat grinder makes his heart bleed.

These are the elites of Lordaeron!

At this moment, in the direction of the headquarters, two red flares rose. This is especially dazzling in the world where the light of the morning light is still very faint.

To the east, the Kul Tiras Fourth Fleet, which had been waiting for a long time, raised its sails, arrived at the battlefield within fifteen minutes, and then fired at the densely packed coastline full of tribes away from the coast.

Grape bullets, after today, this ferocious weapon will probably be listed as one of the tribe's most hated weapons.

Hundreds of thumb-sized, relatively round iron bumps can often be stuffed into a huge gun bore. Because of the short firing range, the Kul Tiras commander ordered that each cannon be loaded with 20% less gunpowder and 30% more grape shells than usual.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" With the sound of a huge roar, there was a bloody storm on the not particularly wide coastline.

The new armor the orcs had obtained from dwarven slaves was completely unable to withstand the impact of this hot weapon. As long as he gets hit a little, a huge blood hole the size of a human head will appear on his body, and the lightest one is a severed limb.

Large pieces of shattered limbs flew into the air, some had opened their heads, some had splattered intestines, and some had shattered weapons. In a matter of breaths, the entire coastline had become a Shura field for orcs. The seawater that surged up with the tide was all stained red by the blood of the orcs.

The tragic scarlet spread hundreds of meters away from the sea, and it was all the blood of orcs.

The commander of the Horde ordered the transport ship to rush towards the battleship of Kul Tiras, but unfortunately, this time it failed.

An orc laborer who was rowing vigorously suddenly couldn't help but screamed: "There are many things down there!"

The peon pointed to the big opening where the oars could be rolled, and as soon as he finished speaking, he was dragged into the water with the oars. A burst of blood came up, and it seemed that he was dead.

At this time, quite a few obese black shadows appeared on the sea surface, and the colorful triangular dorsal fins broke through the water surface to form white waves.

Those who are familiar with it will know that it is a murloc.

This is not the first time the tribe has dealt with murlocs. They also know that the humans in Stormwind City, although they don't know which ones, have the ability to tame murlocs. It feels as routine as an orc taming a warg.

This alone was unable to arouse the vigilance of the tribe.

Until the tribe suddenly discovered that the number of murlocs was too exaggerated.

It is impossible to count how many there are. I only know that this is definitely more than ten thousand.

Not only the orcs, but even the human defenders on the hill were stunned.

In the initial period, Duke did not discharge the murlocs, because Duke felt that it would not be effective to let the murlocs intercept the transport ships rushing towards the coast at high speed.

It's different now, most of the gaps along the coast have been filled. If the tribe wants to land, they must smash the buttocks of their own boats and disembark in deeper water. Or continue west to find a place to dock.

In fact, continuing west is the correct choice. But the appearance of the Kul Tiras fleet dispelled the idea of ​​the Horde commanders. To make matters worse, the transport ships attempting to charge the Alliance fleet stopped.

If the tribe's ships were powered by sails, the murlocs would have no way to cut off the power of the ships, but as for the oars, it would be a matter of minutes for the murlocs to handle the unreinforced wooden oars.

Under the command of the murloc oracle Mogor, the murlocs also became smarter, and they worked hard to destroy every tribal transport ship. Smash the oars of peons and goug the bottom of Horde transport ships in various ways.

Even if a transport ship with hundreds of people crowded like sardine cans sank, it would be a big loss for the tribe.

Looking at the battle situation, the five kings staying in the headquarters were all beaming.

"Hey, Horde, play your cards quickly. I don't know who the commander is, but if you don't play your cards again, I will laugh at the lives of 100,000 orcs again this time."

At this moment, a loud noise suddenly erupted from a large battleship in the Kul Tiras fleet. In the next second, the huge mast broke suddenly, dragging the entire ship, causing the ship to tilt at an angle of 60 degrees with the water surface.

If the first blow could be barely attributed to accident, then the second blow was actually witnessed by Duke.

On the left side of the battleship's bow, a black shadow pulled out a huge crack about half a meter wide and at least seven or eight meters long with a weapon like killing a fish.

The shell of the entire battleship let out a mournful sound, and then the huge bow broke suddenly, the hull tilted, and a large amount of seawater poured into the cabin.

Duke clearly saw that many human sailors had jumped into the sea to escape.

Nima! who is it? So unscientific! ?

Duke, who was screaming in his heart, saw the murderer's weapon the next moment, it was a bright red ax like a hook, it was the signature weapon of a certain father-【Blood Roar】!

Personal hobby, I like to call Grom Grandpa Hou, and the genuine one is called Grandpa Hou