Chapter 171 How Can Flesh and Blood Resist the Roar of Steel?

Halkan's evil orc army was waiting for Gul'dan's army to arrive before launching an attack, but Nergal wanted to annihilate it before Gul'dan's army arrived.

At this moment, Nergal was standing on the city wall. This was a small battle, but he wanted to use this battle to give Gul'dan a greeting gift.

Halkan, the chieftain of the Bonechewer clan? Let his death kick off the great war.

"Riflemen shoot freely, and rangers aim at gunners."

Sylvanas commanded the Horde rangers she trained to snipe at the evil orcs who were beginning to stop.

As a sparsely populated high elf, the rangers of the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas are far less in number than their former enemy, the Amani Empire.

But relying on the elite ranger troops, the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas tore off the most essential part of the territory of the Amani Empire.

What did it rely on? Almost every ranger is an archer, who can provide long-range support to the infantry, suppress the enemy or snipe a single target.

At this moment, Sylvanas raised her longbow, and more rangers like her behind her raised their longbows and aimed at the target with a calm face.

They are indeed Sylvanas' students, and they have learned Sylvanas's usual expressions to the core.

In the breeze and the roar of artillery fire, these elite snipers loosened their bowstrings, and arrows turned into a black shadow and flew into the sky towards the gunners.

Ordinary bows and arrows can hardly cause fatal injuries to the orcs with thick skin and flesh, not to mention that this is a monster that drank magic blood, but these arrows are not ordinary. The arrowheads made of fine real iron ore penetrate every vital part of the orcs' laborers.

Howling, dying howling.

The evil orcs' laborers howled and screamed, and those who survived were immediately dominated by fear. They were not the same tribesmen with demon blood in their brains, and they were not that kind of orcs. They fled tremblingly.

"Cowards! They have tarnished the honor of the orcs!" Tagar picked up an axe and grabbed an orc who was running away, "Get back!"

And Harkan began to doubt his life. He walked to a cannon, grabbed an orc whose throat had been pierced, pulled out the sharp arrow from his body, and looked at it carefully.

"Where did they find these archers from?" Harkan didn't understand. The arrows of these archers could hit the vital points accurately from such a long distance. Even the Thunder God Clan, who was the best at hunting, might not have so many and strong archers.

However, the nightmare of the evil orcs had not yet dissipated. The ranger's sniping caused the evil orcs' firepower to pause, and the tribe's muskets and cannons began to pour deadly bullets at them again.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Exploding shells, flying shrapnel, and orcs dying tragically.

The so-called hell is nothing more than this. In the ashes, even the crazy evil orcs couldn't help but waver. What they had seen before in the fierce battle was nothing compared to what they saw before them. The tribe had no tactics, nor any mysterious schemes. It was just killing, one-sided killing.

Even the warlocks who followed the army couldn't help but be dumbfounded by such fierce firepower. They opened their mouths powerlessly and chanted spells one after another, while shouting the name of the true god Kil'jaeden in their hearts. It can be said that they can persist in this desperate moment until now without collapsing completely relying on their admiration and trust in Kil'jaeden.

Balls of fire hit the tribe, but were intercepted by magical defenses. Demons were summoned to Draenor one by one, but were exiled in the magic of elemental wrath.

This was a massacre, a one-sided massacre. The tribe had made too many preparations to lock them in a cage called Tanaan Jungle.

The environment dominated by the elements became extremely harsh. The creatures here began to decrease sharply under the joint efforts of the tribe and the evil orcs. Many evil orcs were forced to not eat fresh meat.

Gronn and Magron cooperated with the tribe to use indestructible fortresses to block every way that the evil orcs could rush out, forcing them to attack the steel front.

The exquisite magic defense made the role of the warlocks insignificant. The well-trained rangers sniped every gunner they saw.

The evil orcs seemed to rush into a dead end with traps foolishly, but they could not turn back.

Harkan watched the orcs unable to suppress the impulse flowing in their blood, and the blood of Mannos made them roar in their throats.

Those mechanical creations were useless, and the magic of the warlocks was unreliable. Taga, who led the charge, thought so in his heart. He might not be able to flatten this fortress, but that was better than dying in a place where he couldn't even see the enemy's face.

"Moths to flames." Nergo nodded. He was very satisfied. This was exactly what he wanted. He was very happy that the defense line he had spent a lot of effort to build did not become the Maginot Line. The evil orcs turned into white bones and ran towards them just as he expected.

"The Shadow Realm should really give me a medal of honor, just to encourage my support for their work." Nergo told a cold joke that others could not understand, and then continued to issue orders.

"Keep firing." His face was grim, and he waved forward without any sympathy. As he spoke, Nergo took the initiative to take a musket from the orc warrior next to him, loaded it and aimed.

Bang!

With a gunshot, with the help of his control of the wind, the bullet hit a man's forehead as expected.

Under the city, Harkan was anxious and screamed, "How could he be so reckless?"

It's broken, you can drink the genuine blood of Mannos.

"Is he going to chop off that layer of magic with an axe? Or can he knock down the wall with a hammer?"

But he couldn't help but have a little unrealistic fantasy in his heart, what if he could really succeed?

But sometimes, imagination is always too far away from reality, and I saw gunshots and screams.

Those warriors who followed Taga to charge were shot and killed before they even touched the gate.

This wall is like a wall of sighs in front of the evil orcs, and it can never be opened.

But Harkan suddenly opened his mouth in astonishment, and the gate opened.

His eyes were first overjoyed, and then shocked.

Because the gate was opened by the tribe on its own initiative, and as soon as the gate opened, the orc wolf riders rushed out one by one.

The roar of battle and the howling of wolves spread in the air with the smell of gunpowder, and the wolf riders rushed out of the fortress and began the tribe's attack.

At the beginning of the attack, several evil orcs who were not completely dead were hacked to death, and more wolf riders stepped on the corpses of evil orcs and charged towards Harkan's position.

"Retreat, retreat quickly!" Harkan turned around immediately, yelled to the soldiers around him, and then hurriedly rode on his wolf.

But how can a person be faster than an arrow?

The rangers had already set their sights on him.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh.

Arrows fell one after another, and Harkan almost instantly turned into a hedgehog. From his eye sockets to his chest, there was almost no good meat on his body.

Gul'dan's first wave of attack, the whole group was wiped out.