Chapter 451 It's Time to Lose Weight (Leader Gavemepower Plus More)

There is no momentum of locusts passing by.

Not as dense as a storm.

It was this kind of arrows shot without a sound that caused a large number of orcs to fall silently, creating a terrifying atmosphere instead.

Defense seems to have become meaningless, and it seems that everything is a matter of one arrow. The charging orcs were aroused fiercely. They roared and shouted all kinds of slogans in the orc language, and rushed towards the wooden camp wall like crazy.

right!

As long as the thin wooden wall is broken down and the enemy is dragged into close combat, those elves with thin arms and legs are no match for the orcs. This has been a proven experience in the two wars of Quel'Thalas.

It was supposed to be like this, suddenly, the few orcs rushing forward seemed to have stepped on something. Suddenly, a thunderbolt burst out from under his feet.

"Ahhh——" The twisted current lingering on those orcs was clearly visible.

These orcs turned into a ball of coke in a few breaths.

Mage?

Orgrim, who saw this scene from a distance, twitched on his face. This reminded him of Gul'dan again. If Gul'dan didn't betray, why would the tribe have to use crowd tactics to exhaust the enemy's mana like the trolls did to the elves?

Standing on the tallest five-story command tower in the middle of the camp, Marianne, a member of the Silvermoon Council, teased the orcs: "I bet that group of simple-minded green skins will think it's us mages who are attacking. "

Duke kept a proper distance from the female elf with the murder weapon hidden in her chest. He smiled slightly: "Don't worry, you will have a chance to make a move."

"That's good, it's our wish to serve His Majesty Marcus."

With just one glass of champagne missing, Duke almost thought Marianne was talking to him at the reception. That nonchalant attitude, that well-revealed cassock, is enough to make any hormonally overwhelmed animal twitch.

Uh, luckily I got Aurelia done recently.

Duke looked away from Marianne.

Then, he saw a group of bewildered orcs.

Electrocuted to death! Grilled to death! Get blown up! Frozen to death! Shot to death by an arcane missile! Stabbed to death by the sudden spikes!

Mess and everything.

Not very powerful, but deadly enough.

Orgrim, who was commanding behind, saw that his scalp was numb. If humans use simple weapons, such as flames, they can also use members of the Blackstone clan to charge. For example, Frost, he can pull the Frost Troll to the top.

But unless they were warlocks with demon hounds, there would never be any orc with such a high magic resistance to resist endless attacks.

Fortunately, there are still some smart orc commanders who see the truth.

"Be careful where you step!"

Even though those things were covered up, they still showed their true colors, disc-shaped things covered with grass and dirt. As long as the orc steps on it, it will be triggered immediately.

It doesn't matter what equipment you have, what clan you belong to, once you step on it, you will either die or be disabled.

Well, here comes the problem, you have to pay attention to your feet, you will inevitably rush when you charge, and you will not have the energy to defend against the arrows coming from the wall of the city wall. Pay attention to arrow defense, and forget your feet.

The furious charge of the orc, which seemed to drown everything in the world, slowed down for a while.

"Hahaha! Reminds me of the hare I shot with my bow for the first time when I was a child." Cirvanas laughed while shooting an arrow. Because the difficulty of aiming has dropped, she can play triple arrows without any restrictions.

Anyway, the entire wooden wall is covered with quiver bags full of arrows. You must know that the armaments of the Lordaeron are the most abundant in the whole continent.

"Second sister! Do you want to compare?"

"Compare!"

The serious battlefield was suddenly turned into a hunting game by a few escaped windrunners.

After paying more than 4,000 elite sacrifices, the tribe finally approached the wall of the camp. They violently swung their heavy hammers, easily smashing the antlers and the walls of the village to pieces.

The elf rangers jumped off the not-so-high wooden wall one after another.

To the surprise of the tribe, the rangers did not go far. They stood in the open space behind the wooden wall, and continued to shoot arrows at a distance that was not suitable for shooting arrows in the eyes of others.

"Kill the long ears!" shouted the orc commanders.

The unexpected happened again.

The elf rangers fight and retreat. In order to avoid traps, the orcs often choose to step on the place where the elves have just stepped on.

hell!

Why did the elf step on it just now and it was fine, but the orc stepped on it and lay down with a gun?

Electrocuted! Explosion! Die!

The orcs suddenly discovered that between the first wall and the second wall, the traps on the ground became denser. The density is so high that it is almost impossible to get off. However, those elves can come and go like flying on it.

Not to mention the elf rangers fighting fiercely below, even Marian on the command tower was stunned.

"Smart little thing, I can see that you let your magicians and magic apprentices store magic in traps by sealing magic into scrolls, but I can't see why our people go up and it's okay, orcs But he got tricked." Marianne sighed.

right!

[Will Your Life 3000 Type A] To put it bluntly, it is a kind of trigger mine that stores magic.

It was made by the mage group of Duke's followers who worked hard for an unknown number of nights.

Duke smiled mysteriously: "Want to know the secret?"

"certainly!"

"Promise to help me fight the Restoration War of the Stormwind Kingdom, and I will tell you."

"Members of the Silver Moon Council must be approved by the Council to participate in the war." Marianne's beautiful eyes rolled, and she gave Duke a look that you understood.

"Then, may I invite Miss Marianne to visit the library on the first floor of Karazhan?"

"That's about the same."

"Well, the answer is weight. Without the weight of four high elves, those gadgets wouldn't trigger at all."

Marianne laughed dumbfounded: "It's that simple?"

"It's that simple."

The physique of the orcs is bigger than any race in the current alliance. People are tall and big, and their natural weight will increase accordingly. If a human being weighed 150 kilograms, he would already be an extremely tall and burly giant. But this weight is put on the side of the orcs, which is only equal to the ordinary fighters of the third-rate clan.

For example, the powerful fighters of the Black Rock Clan are generally over 2.30 meters tall and weigh more than 200 kilograms. If it is the personal guard of the great chief, those heights and weights are even more exaggerated.

Ogre is even more outrageous.

Duke took advantage of this. When he was designing, he added a thick piece of iron to the 'button' of the mine. Without a weight of about 200 kilograms, it is impossible to crush iron blocks to trigger landmines.

That's why [I want your life three thousand] has almost no effect on elf rangers, but it has almost no effect on orcs.

Ugh, tonight when I was doing the dishes, I broke a china dish and cut my right thumb.

Skin trauma, a little pain, nothing serious. But I'm used to pressing the space bar with my right thumb, so I won't be able to type tonight.

This is the manuscript.