Chapter 431 The Danger of Lordaeron (Part 2)

In the distance, Orgrim was overjoyed to see this scene!

"My ancestors! Attack that city gate!"

The voice of the warchief inspired every orc around him. Those orcs who did not participate in the destruction of Alterac yelled. The warchief promised that they would have the opportunity to kill and destroy. Now the warchief has fulfilled his promise.

The orc warriors were like beating chicken blood, and the pace of their feet was several percent faster, from running fast to charging.

Over there, Arthas was distraught. Some sharp-eyed archers confirmed to him that the orcs were carrying pre-made, crude bridges to cross the moat.

This way of preparing in advance was very different from the orcs he knew. Moreover, those huge wooden bridges are not something humans can resist. But within sight, there are only two orcs carrying this wooden bridge. The most unimaginable thing is that these orcs are still wearing thick armor.

What kind of terrifying power is this!

From the tower, the orcs spread across the clearing like ants. They rushed across the clearing and approached the city walls. They were so many that Arthas was surprised, and these brutal beasts were still stranded in the front of Lordaeron's defenders, chopping melons and vegetables. The more than 2,000 people on the periphery of the moat were all killed.

"No—" Some people cast their eyes of hatred on the orcs, while others secretly glanced at Prince Arthas with their angry eyes.

Arthas didn't realize it, because the orcs had filled his eyes.

Now he stretched from the closest point of his vision to the distance, from the near to the grasslands and groves on the edge of Lake Lordamere, and to the valleys cleft in the cliffs of the mountains, he saw densely packed orcs.

The dream of waiting for the father to return first with the army is shattered. The Horde is already there, they have filled the valley and are besieging the city. The whole city now looks like a dead leaf on an autumn tree.

In the mirror image of the magic message, Arthas saw with his own eyes how the orcs treated the captured Broken Ridge. He didn't want this scene to happen again here.

The young prince is working hard!

He initially ordered the ballista to shoot at the orcs, to bad effect. If it is a neatly lined human army, one ballista can kill at least ten people. The orcs in the skirmish charge state are obviously the nemesis of ballistas, weapons with extremely high single-target damage but no wide-range attack capability.

Most of the catapults missed the target, which frustrated the defenders who were already a little busy.

Soon, the orcs were within bow and arrow range.

"Let the arrow!"

The hoped-for enemy fell to the ground did not appear. These terrifying monsters wore iron armor thicker than humans. Just by hearing the clang of bows and arrows flying, Arthas estimated that the armor of these monsters was at least one third of an inch (8 mm) thick.

Alsace suddenly realized: Yes! In the military manual written by the deputy commander of the alliance, Duke Marcus, and distributed to all high-ranking generals of the alliance, there was once written such a sentence - bows and arrows are meaningless to strong orcs, only heavy javelins can kill them better orc.

"Javelin, where's our javelin?" Alsace shouted.

"They've all been transferred away by His Majesty!" Mereff wept.

In the midst of hesitation and panic, a large number of orcs had already rushed through the shooting range of long-range weapons. Thousands of orcs threw the rough wooden bridge on the moat, and some orcs who couldn't wait even started to wade across the river.

Alsace fell into the ice cave with a heart, and it was midsummer. Because of the temperature, the water level of the entire Lake Lordamere dropped. The water level of the moat connected to Lake Lordamere also dropped, to only about two meters deep. This is a catastrophe for most human beings. For a huge and burly orc with a height of more than seven feet (about 2.1 meters), it is a depth that can be drenched.

He didn't know why the orcs were so sure they would dive straight into the water, but it was clear that the orcs planned it, and they succeeded.

Either rushing across the bridge or wading across the river with their heads protected by crude shields, the orcs began to climb the walls with huge wooden ladders. And because wooden ladders are generally too heavy and have barbs, the defenders simply cannot push these ladders away.

"The gate can't hold it anymore!" A cry made Alsace tremble all over.

A mere four orcs rushed across the drawbridge, using huge logs as battering rams to pound the gates. The ornate white city gates looked crumbling. If the huge city gate was not well wrapped with iron sheets, the huge momentum alone would be enough to blow the gate open.

From this angle, Alsace couldn't see the whole picture clearly, but hearing the wooden cracking sound from the door and the tooth-piercing sound of metal twisting, Alsace knew that the door would definitely not last long.

The Prince of Lordaeron shook his head frantically, trying to put the shouting behind him.

He is distraught now. More than one orc climbed the wall not far from the arrow tower where he was standing, and he immediately realized that if he didn't leave as soon as possible, when the nearby walls were all occupied by the orcs, he would only be surrounded to death in this arrow tower .

Molev obviously noticed this too. With a wave of his hand, the royal guards rushed down the spiral staircase to clear the way for Alsace.

The result was quite bad. In just ten seconds, Alsace heard the screams of at least seven human beings before they died.

"Your Highness, let's go!" Murav's voice came from below.

Arthas swung his legs quickly, the metal leg armor making his steps a little heavy, and he kept his balance well.

The scene in front of him suddenly brightened. He came out of the narrow stairway door of the arrow tower, and the terrifying sound of fierce fighting suddenly rushed towards him. .

Alsace was momentarily dazed.

A second later, he immediately discovered that there was actually a burly green-skinned orc attacking him with a warhammer.

His mouth was open, revealing his sharp fangs. He swung his heavy hammer.

As a last resort, Arthas swung his sword to meet the orc's sledgehammer.

"Bang!" After a muffled sound of gold and wood colliding, the prince was knocked flying. He hit the battlement, staring at gold stars, and painfully realized that he was not an adult warrior.

Even though he has a burly figure far exceeding his peers and exercises himself strictly, his muscles are still not perfect, and his strength is still not at its peak.

"Your Highness!" Merav rushed forward like lightning, stabbed to death the orc who was trying to make up for Alsace with a spear.

At this moment, every Lordaeronite in the vicinity heard the roar of the city gate collapsing...