Chapter 936 Terrifying Hatred

The frenzy of the undead army was terrifying.

Mortar shells hit the zombies, and each shell can blow up a dozen zombies into pieces. Either their heads will be smashed and they will die completely, or their bodies will be mutilated and they will lose the ability to move.

The zombies that didn't have much sense left stretched out their arms and sprinted up the mountain in a daze. Some zombies were pushed by the zombies behind them and fell to the ground due to missing legs and other reasons and could not get up again. Even so, they still waved. The rotten and mutilated hands and feet, whether it was a dog crawling or using both hands and feet, rushed up the mountain crazily.

If the zombies in front are too slow, the zombies behind will roll over their companions and continue to charge.

At this time, Brian Bronzebeard, who was behind the third city wall, was fiddling with his new gift - the strange bug-shaped musket with great satisfaction, while glancing at the location of the zombies a little impatiently.

"Parim*Golden Hammer!"

"Arrived!" A dwarf officer holding a big hammer and wearing relatively rare golden armor responded on the spot.

"Fixed target! No. 1 shoots Zhu Yuan! Three groups of [small steel cannons] cover the shooting! Don't be lazy, even if we are covering those damn orcs, but looking at it from another angle, we are also letting them think about it, Blackstone Mountain The smell of war." Brian's evil smile quickly spread among the dwarves.

"hey-hey!"

"Hey Hey!"

Fifteen years, for humans, is almost a generation.

But to dwarves, whose average lifespan is less than eight hundred years, fifteen years feels like the last month of human life.

Every dwarf warrior still remembers the shame of being blocked by the Bleeding Circle clan at the door of their home, unable even to go to their own front garden, Dun Morogh. Without the romantic musket hunting of dwarves, there is no time to go to various mining sites to collect the treasures underground...

The dwarves were very unhappy about cooperating with the tribe.

Orcs and the like are just former slaves of the Alliance. Now they have no place to stay and can only run across the ocean.

Why cooperate with those damn greenskins?

The dwarves don't quite understand.

If this order had not been issued by Duke, the alliance commander who fully supported the Bronzebeard dwarves during their most difficult moments and never lacked food and medicine, the dwarves would have beaten that guy with muskets filled with black powder but without bullets. one side.

"Why is the Dark Iron Dwarf's face black? Ever since we used muskets to hit his face, it has turned black!" This is a clumsy dwarf-style joke, but it also reflects from the side that if there is no point in the alliance, Meritorious service cannot suppress these irascible dwarfs at all.

Okay, very naughty, Brian specially picked the [small steel cannon] that beat the tribe into dogs in the Searing Gorge!

The small steel cannon that shone so brilliantly in that battle was actually built in many later years. Who knew that after the battle in the Searing Gorge, it would never be used again. The Watchfort in the Cursed Lands once had a maximum of thirty-six small steel cannons.

Later, as times changed, the small steel cannon was replaced by the more awesome [Little Duke Cannon].

Dwarves are never short of iron ore, and it is quite troublesome to recycle these finished products. As a result, so many small steel cannons can only be put in the warehouse to play games with dust.

This was a rare cross-sea battle. Duke asked the dwarves to bring small steel cannons by name. He also made it clear that he would abandon the cannons at any time according to the tactics.

It was outdated garbage anyway, and Brian was certainly happy to obey. Who would have thought that it could also be used to scare orcs?

As expected, it could be clearly seen on the third city wall. When the huge sound of the small steel cannon sounded, many older orc warriors were almost frightened.

This is a nightmare that spans thirteen years.

Every old orc who had been captured in the Searing Gorge remembered the shame of being forced to surrender by the terrifying dwarf artillery fire...

"Those bastards!" Upon hearing the seemingly deliberately suppressed, but actually unscrupulous laughter of the dwarves on the back mountain, Varok and Brox, two veterans who had experienced the first and second Dark Portal battles, suddenly became furious.

Thrall was just happy here because of the powerful artillery support of the dwarves. Over there, he found that many of his extremely brave old orc warriors were acting unnaturally: "What?"

"Alas!" In the end, Grom, who had gone through the battle but had not personally experienced the final battle in the Searing Gorge, told this allusion to Thrall.

"What!? Are you sure this is the [small steel cannon] that destroyed the last orc army back then?"

Thrall was silent. Although the relationship between the Alliance and the Horde has shown signs of warming recently, the damage done to each other in the past was too deep. The tribe has certainly massacred a large number of humans, dwarves and high elves. The Alliance also destroyed the troll empire and enslaved the orcs.

This is already a bad deal.

"Go on, our enemies are just the enemies of the living in front of us. Don't be disturbed by those small details. We must use martial arts to prove the glory of the tribe!"

When the tribal warriors calmed down, they found that the dwarves' artillery fire was still very powerful.

Under the sun, many huge black artillery shells were falling from the sky. They fell accurately onto the seemingly wide mountain road of several hundred meters, and the fragments of the shells that sputtered out with sparks ignited the open spaces. They screamed over the two huge city walls, creating a hell-like scene in front of the orcs.

Thrall suddenly understood why the orc predecessors who were so brave in his mind collapsed and became prisoners.

This is not a weapon of destruction that mortals can physically fight against!

If you don't become a professional, you won't have any chance of surviving in the face of this level of attack.

It stands to reason that no existence would be spared from such an attack in which a single cannonball would kill all vegetation within a hundred meters.

But Thrall found out he was wrong.

A large number of suture monsters - Abomination, which were stitched together with countless corpses, actually stood up to the artillery fire that seemed to be able to destroy the world, and passed through the line of destruction and rushed to the bottom of the city wall. You know, there is a blind spot that cannot be reached by artillery fire.

"Attack—" Wojin's command sounded. Behind the widened shooting holes, the trolls stretched out their long arms and fired out the fine steel spears.

These terrifying spears, which were enough to kill a minotaur, could not stop the abominable movements for even a second.

Regardless of whether the eyeballs on their heads were still there, these monsters, whose faces were smashed and shot through, were playing with a human ladder under the city wall, using their own flesh and blood to build a ladder that could climb over a fifteen-meter-high wall. ramp access.

"Let the dead rest in peace!"

Thrall waved the [Hammer of Destruction] in his hand angrily!