Anomaly Of Warcraft

Although the orcs are martial arts, they are not a funny race that only kills and fucks in their minds.

In words that the natives of Azeroth can understand, that group of grandsons also know that they are afraid and will run away.

Over a hill, the trebuchet position hidden behind the hill appeared in front of Carlos.

"Ha, I really know where to choose. The ballistic parabola of the catapult is higher than that of the artillery. They can beat us, but we can only watch."

Hemet looked at the more than forty trebuchets at the foot of the mountain, and lost his mind with excitement.

The orc mechanic was adjusting the torsion spring and the caliper, and the ogre was carrying the heavy stone bullet with a seemingly heavy but swift movement.

Forty-three torque catapults, this is really a bunch of big guys.

The wheels were jammed by wedges, and the front part was raised by mounds. Each time they were projected, these war machines were enough to throw a one-hundred-kilogram stone projectile to a battlefield 3.5 kilometers away.

This launch site should be a defensive trebuchet position. It belongs to a preset design unit. Although the handle of each trebuchet has been loaded with ammunition, it has not fired. It can be seen that these orcs are waiting for their superiors. Further instructions.

In other words, waiting for the enemy to step into the deadly trap.

"Damn it, why did you launch a general offensive? Your Majesty Carlos, we must act quickly and can't let these trebuchets work!"

The dwarf's bugle has a strong penetrating power, and Hemet listened to it for a while, and still accurately judged that it was the horn of the general attack.

"All army, assault!"

Carlos gave the order, and the bad boy soldiers rushed down the hillside.

Be smarter, knowing to find a plank, and even slip the shield directly under the bottom of the buttocks. Not so smart, if you are still alive after the war, you should consider the problem of patching your pants. Some timid, inexperienced, stumbling down the mountain.

The cavalry's problem is a bit big. The horses can't walk on this sloped mountain road. They can only trot a circle of nearly two kilometers and burst into the battlefield from another relatively gentle slope.

The consequence of many accidents and lack of preparation is that Carlos's actions are not sudden at all, and when short-handedly, the human army is actually at a disadvantage in terms of numbers.

The good news is that the alliance is at an advantage in terms of combat effectiveness.

The orc commander at this launch site was also very bachelor. After finding that victory was hopeless, he shouted loudly and asked his subordinates to launch all the stone bullets that had been prepared, and then ignited the grease used to infiltrate the stone bullets to create After a line of fire separated the orcs from the humans, Sa Yazi ran away. The ogres wanted to run a long time ago. Seeing that the orc supervisor ran away, with one hand covering the back of his head and the other hand covering his butt, they ran so fast that they didn't take the human archer axe seriously.

Because of the enemy's retreat and fleeing, the battle ended very quickly. When the cavalry turned round and cut into the battlefield, the infantry was already destroying the trebuchet left by the orcs.

"Fool, smash the wood. Do you want to smash it until tomorrow? Cut off everything that looks like a rope on the trebuchet, knock out all the gears that can be knocked off, use the grease left by the orcs, burn the torsion spring and cast Arm, what the hell are you burning the wheel!"

Carlos watched the brain damage of his subordinates and shouted loudly, feeling tired.

This group of illiterate people are not afraid to charge and die. They can do something with technical content to kill people.

Fortunately, Hemet and his fellow dwarves are good blasters. With the help of the dwarves, the destruction of more than forty trebuchets did not take much time.

Rejecting the request of his subordinates to separate a cavalry to chase the escaped orcs, Carlos asked Hemet to identify a lower position and prepare to rush to the next battlefield.As long as the orc's counterweight lever trebuchet is destroyed, the frontal Magni can break down the orc's fortifications without any scruples.

The main body of this war is always the dwarves.

Carlos has a clear understanding.

"Wait another ten minutes, we are ready to go."

The agreed place is right under the feet, but not many people feel it.

Seven teams were divided, and only two arrived on time, so that Carlos had less than 1,500 people available, and 700 of them were cavalry units.

But time is life, human and dwarven.

The orcs blocked the Ironforge dwarves because the dwarves could not exchange their lives with the orcs in front of the fortified city.

But the current form is that the orcs can't afford to change.

Fortresses need guards, sentries need guards, and frontline firefights need soldiers. Although the orc warlord governs an army of more than 10,000 people, the mobile force in hand is actually not much, only less than half of the total force.

What the orc warlord can rely on is a solid offensive and sufficient supplies. In exchange for a dwarf's life with a dead thing, in the eyes of the warlord, there is no loss. But without waiting for his order, what the hell are those hard workers doing?

The guards of the dwarven treasury in the state of the gods had not yet reached the best ambush location, and the catapult shot a round, which made the orc warlord very dissatisfied. When the catapult was reloaded, the dwarves rushed past.

Fortunately, the other launch site did not disappoint the warlord. The stone bullet dragging the red and black flame tail hit the ground, and the scattered fragments and large pits on the ground were looming in the smoke.

However, the king took the lead in the charge, which greatly improved the morale of the army. The dwarves ignored the casualties, as if they could not hear the wailing and screams of their compatriots, and followed the King of the Hill to attack the orcs' defenses.

"It's too late. It's too late. Let the engineering troops recalculate the distance and target the first line of defense. If the dwarves break through here, they will be crushed directly into stones."

The Orc Warlord was also very decisive. Seeing that the plan was flawed, he quickly adjusted the plan.

"Shaman, pray for victory from the spirit of the ancestors, prepare the blood of blessing, and let the dwarves know what a real warrior is!"

Taking a cup from his subordinate's hand, the orc warlord swallowed the green sticky liquid of shit.

"For the tribe!"

In the thunderous battle roar, the orc warlord took the lead in charging, and launched a hand-to-hand battle between the orcs and the dwarves.

The orc warlord didn’t like the shaman spell [Bloodthirsty]. As a pure warrior, the warlord was not afraid of failure, nor was he afraid to start over again. Although the bloodthirsty state of the orc warrior was brave, he lost his status. The heart of the warrior.

Killing the enemy is not the goal, killing the enemy is just to live better.

Only killing people to live well is noble killing.

But at this point in the war, it's useless to think more.

In front of the King of the Hill, the orcs can no longer call the dwarves a dwarf or a small man. They have a perfect figure like a marble sculpture, a mortal posture, extremely high physical resistance, and super magic resistance. And behind these are the ammunition pouring of the dwarf sniper and the Xu Jin barrage of the artillery.

Although the warlord knew that such a strong offensive by the dwarves could not last, as long as they were blocked, these dwarves could only shrink in Ironforge for three months.

But it feels unstoppable!

Magni patrolled his battlefield like a stroll in the courtyard. There is no enemy that he can't solve with a single hammer.

If there is, then two hammers.

As the king of Ironforge, Magni faithfully fulfilled the life motto of YOUCANYOUUP and NOCANNOBB.

The best weapon forge in Ironforge, the best armor forge, the best legion commander, and the most powerful warrior, and the king praised by the people.

In the field that Magni was involved in, he did his best to shut up all the doubters.

This time, it is no exception.

Although the orc in front of him had red eyes and looked like he wanted to fight himself, Magni had no fear at all.

Only the contact between the warhammer and the blade of the axe, Magni knew that he had won.

Power is overwhelming, and this orc is not his opponent.

However, behind Magni, countless snipers watched his king, and the blood holes in the orc's chest and abdomen in front of him quickly lost his physical strength.

As a soldier, Magni was disgusted with the act of "grabbing the head", but as a commander and king, he greeted his companions by shouting loudly.

War has never been about glory, and it is always victory or defeat that determines glory.

Magni didn't know that he had defeated the orc's warlord, but the orc beside him came to rescue desperately, but he knew that the orc had an identity.

"Don't get out of touch, catch up!"

Magni didn't get too entangled in the battle before him. It was the business to break through the orcs' defenses.

The pain and blood loss made the orc warlord's consciousness a little fuzzy.

When he woke up again, it was already dark.

The wolf's broad back and warm fur can't bring him more warmth.

"Why am I not in my own fortress?"

It took a long time for the warlord to realize that the surrounding environment was not right.

"Warlord, we are defeated, the trebuchet position was destroyed by the enemy, we desperately rescued you."

"Cowards! Traitors! Where's the wolf cavalry? Why are our positions destroyed? What are they doing?"

The warlord thought he was shouting hoarse, but he was indeed muttering weakly from others.

"Master Overseer, without reinforcements, we can't hold on. I'm not afraid of death, and my good men are not afraid of death, but I can't let them go to death in vain."

The commander of the wolf cavalry lowered his head and said to his warlord.

"Nonsense, in Searing Gorge, we still have troops, here, we still have more than twenty fortresses, you...you...cough cough cough cough..."

The orc warlord was emotional and caused a strong cough.

"No, Master Overseer, no. Searing Gorge, those black dwarfs attacked our fortress, and the defenders retreated. While pursuing the enemy behind us, I met the messenger who was seriously injured. This is the last letter. ."

The wolf cavalry commander took a crumpled piece of paper from his arms and handed it to the warlord.

"Fool, it's so dark, what do I think..."

He waved his hand to indicate that he did not need to light the torch, and the warlord sighed helplessly, and did not even reach out to receive the letter.

"How many people are there."

"About four thousand people. The humans and dwarves were busy dismantling fortresses and bombing fortresses, and did not pursue us."

The wolf cavalry commander replied.

"Hey, take them to the warchief, and go to the warchief Orgrim."

"You are the warlord!"

The commander of the wolf cavalry said respectfully.

"Didn't you make the decision for me?"

The Overseer sneered and smiled contemptuously.

I originally thought that my subordinates were all loyal soldiers, but I didn't expect...

But feeling the passing of vitality, the warlord finally forgave them.

"I'm afraid I won't survive tonight, take this, and take the soldiers back to find the warchief. I want you to swear to be loyal to the tribe and to the warchief Orgrim!"

"Master Overseer..."

"I want you to swear!"

"Yes, until I die, I will be loyal to the tribe and the warchief."

Hearing the oath of his subordinates, the warlord tore off a ship of wolf teeth necklace from his neck and handed it to the wolf cavalry commander beside him.

"Master Overseer, you will get better."

"Send a message for me."

"Um?"

The wolf cavalry commander leaned his ears over.

"Tell the old grandmother that I love her. Tell the warchief that I tried my best."

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