Chapter 452 Layer upon Layer (Part 1)

In fact, before making up his mind to attack the alliance's camp north of Lordaeron, Orgrim considered an option. That is to ignore this camp and go around from a place further north.

Then the Warchief gave up.

Firstly, the camp of the alliance is too big, with a width of ten kilometers.

Secondly, to the north, I don't know why it is a swamp that stretches for at least 20 kilometers. Of course, Orgrim didn't know that his scout encountered the swamp spell created by the elf mage, and the swamp behind him was made by phantoms. After losing Gul'dan's magical support, the Horde became blind in this regard.

Orgrim had no choice but to either break through the Alliance camp, or take a detour of 60 to 70 kilometers to meet Grom's Warsong clan.

Obviously, with strong enemies around, detouring so far is a very dangerous choice. This is once in a while, and it is not uncommon for thousands of troops to come out of the midway alliance camp.

Orgrim chose to storm the camp.

The Horde attacked the Alliance in a calculated cone.

In the middle are ogres and the elite of the Blackrock clan, and on the wings are trolls.

After paying a lot of sacrifices, the Horde's offensive was like a sledgehammer demolishing a house, violently smashing the alliance's defenses.

The alliance's elf rangers also fought back with all their strength, but even with the help of a large number of "kill you three thousand" mines, they could not stop the advance of the Horde army.

The dazzling explosion light illuminated the eyes of more orcs. Those unfortunate forwards seemed to be surrounded by various colored flashes that disturbed the optic nerves, and then they were gorgeously dismembered by all kinds of magic.

Many orcs who were still alive wailed fiercely on the ground of the battlefield.

But the orcs could also hear the wooden cracking sound of the giant hammer smashing the wooden wall. Under the violent blows of the orcs, the wooden wall turned into countless fine pieces of wood slag and scattered in all directions.

"lok-tar!" The sky-shattering roar resounded throughout the battlefield.

When the entire outer wall of the first camp fell down, there was a loud roar among the tribe.

Victory is in sight!

According to the orcs' understanding of humans, there would not be too many walls in the camp. Generally, there are only three walls, which can definitely kill the core area.

The orcs sacrificed a total of five thousand elites before reaching the second wall.

There was another burst of violent demolition, and the second wooden wall fell down.

This time, the orc waited for the magical attack he both longed to see and didn't want to see.

On the wooden tower a hundred meters away, the robes of the high elf mages were clearly visible.

When the magic circle suspended in the mid-air glowed, the powerful beam of magic power bounced off light and heat droplets, forming chaotic streams of flames that swept across the entire orc battle line.

At the same time, thousands of sharp arrows whipped up a gust of wind and poured towards the orcs at the same time.

On the edge of the second city wall, there seemed to be a gate to hell. Any orc who dared to step into this area would be sucked into the kingdom of death.

Crimson, orange, bright yellow, emerald green... bursts of magical light stimulated the eyes of the orcs, coupled with the deafening sound, it was enough to drive any recruit crazy on the battlefield.

It is undoubtedly a luxury to mobilize hundreds of sky mages to bombard an area.

It has to be said that this method of concentrating firepower on a local area has never failed throughout the ages, and this time is no exception. The turbulent vortex of magical power that is continuously generated has caused heavy casualties on the tribe's side, and at the same time it has also produced an equal amount. An atmosphere of terror and embarrassment.

It's like throwing a basin of ice water on the head when the enemy is celebrating victory, dousing the enemy's arrogance.

Orgrim grabbed his second-in-command, Sabek's breastplate.

"The back is the main camp of the alliance. Let the troops disperse! Spread the attack, and you can't attack the strongest point of the enemy."

The tribe's soldiers seemed to be retreating for a moment, but suddenly gave up the retreat under the scolding of the middle-level commander behind them, and moved horizontally to both sides.

However, this is exactly in the arms of the elf ranger.

It turned out that the orcs were rushing and fighting, and the ranger might not be able to replenish the arrows well, or maybe he could catch his breath.

Fighting on a minefield sounds like dancing on the tip of a knife. In fact, it was not as easy as imagined.

That's right, the elves won't explode if they step on it.

The problem is, once an elf ranger doesn't notice the approach of a certain orc, when the orc steps on [I will kill you three thousand] and explodes not far from the ranger, magic has no eyes, and it will still affect the ranger. Trolls will also use spear throwing when they come up.

Archery requires concentration.

Seeing the big picture requires distraction.

This is not an easy task.

Even the elite of the Fengxingzhe family, more than a dozen people died because of their mistakes.

Of course, this is much better than fighting the trolls in the jungle without cover before.

The tribes who avoided the magic bombardment and made a detour did not know that they had actually won the next letter.

The high elf mage stopped casting spells, retreated to rest, and returned the battlefield to the ranger troops.

With no need to dodge, the elven rangers rained arrows on the spreading horde on the third wooden wall. According to Queen Xi, it was as relaxing as hunting.

However, the Horde has simpler and more violent methods of dodging the arrows.

This group of extremely barbaric guys actually used more than a dozen orcs to force together, lifted the entire wooden wall with brute force, and used the huge wooden wall as a shield to push into the depths of the camp.

One person was killed, and immediately another orc was on top of the wooden wall.

This kind of brute force cracking left the elves dumbfounded. Except for those rangers who stepped into the hero realm, other rangers have nothing to do with such a huge 'shield'.

Duke had to let Marian take the shot.

As a top mage who can be included in the category of big killers in all countries, Marianne of the Huiyue class easily created one after another exploding fireballs without even aiming.

With Huo Yi as her surname, she is naturally a natural follower of the Five Fire Ball God Sect.

The frantic flames painted oil paintings of blood and fire on the battlefield. Often, the explosion of a large fireball means that hundreds of orcs have lost their cover and will die in the ranger's hunt.

After the orcs paid thousands of deaths, the third wooden wall finally collapsed. Of course, Orgrim would not miss this opportunity, and issued a simple but powerful order to the entire army.

"assault!"

It stands to reason that after the three wooden walls, it should be the main camp of humans. The Horde's army was worth the sacrifice of seven thousand men. They sprinted forward with all their might, longing to do what they had done in Elwynn Forest—the defenseless inner chamber after the great ax smashed through the flimsy door of a human house.