Stormwind God

In the distance, Orgrim seeing this scene is more than ecstatic!

"Ancestors are up! Attack the gate!"

The chief's voice inspired every orc around him. Those orcs who had not participated in the destruction of Alterac screamed. The chief had promised that they had the opportunity to kill and destroy. Now the chief chief fulfills his promise.

The orc warriors are like fighting chicken blood, and the pace at their feet is several times faster, from fast running to charging.

There, Arthas was upset. Some sharp-eyed archers confirmed to him that the orcs were carrying some pre-made, rough bridges ready to cross the moat.

This well-prepared approach is very different from the orcs he knew. What's more, those huge wooden bridges are not capable of resisting human beings. But within sight, only two orcs carried this kind of wooden bridge. The hardest part to imagine is that these orcs are still wearing thick iron armor.

What a terrifying power!

From the tower, the orcs walked across the open space like ants. They quickly rushed across the open space, close to the city's walls, and they were so many that surprised Alsace. These brutal beasts were in the presence of Lordaeron's garrison, chopping melon and chopped vegetables and generally left in More than 2,000 people outside the moat have all been killed.

"No" Some people cast their hatred on the orcs, while others secretly glanced at the angry light at Prince Arthas.

Arthas was unaware, because the orcs had filled his eyes.

Now he stretched from the nearest point of sight to the distance, from near to the grasslands and groves on Lake Rhodmir, to the cracked valleys on the cliffs of the mountains, he saw dense orcs.

The dream of waiting for the father to lead the army to return first is shattered. The tribe is already there. They are occupying the valley and are encircling the city. The whole city now looks like crumbling leaves on autumn trees.

In the mirror image of Magical Messaging, Arthas has seen firsthand how the orcs deal with the broken ridge. He doesn't want this scene to happen again here.

The young prince worked hard!

He initially ordered the ballista to shoot those orcs, and the results were terrible. If it is a neatly lined human army, at least ten people can be killed with a single crossbow gun. The orcs in a skirmish charge are clearly the nemesis of these crossbow artillery weapons, which have extremely high damage but no large-scale attack capabilities.

Most of the crossbow guns missed their targets, which frustrated the already scrambled defenders.

Soon, the orcs entered the range of the bow and arrow.

"Arrow!"

The scene of hopeful enemies falling to the ground did not appear. These terrible monsters wore iron armor thicker than humans. Just hearing the jingles of bows and arrows flying, Arthas estimated that their armor was at least a third of an inch (8 mm) thick.

Arthas was horrified: Yes! The military handbook, written by Duke Marcus, the deputy commander of the alliance, and distributed to all senior generals of the alliance, once wrote that such a bow and arrow is meaningless to strong orcs. Only heavy javelins can better kill orcs.

"Javelin, what about our javelin?" Arthas shouted.

"They were all sent down!" Murrell wailed.

In hesitation and confusion, a large number of orcs have crossed the shooting range of long-range weapons, thousands of orcs have thrown rough wooden bridges on the moat, and some orcs can even wait to cross the river.

Alsace's heart fell straight into the ice cave. It was mid-summer. Due to the temperature, the water level of the whole Lake Lordaere dropped. The water level of the moat connected with Lake Rhodmir also dropped, only to a depth of about two meters. For most humans, this is a disaster. For an orc who is huge and burly, with a height of more than seven feet (about 2.1 meters), it is a depth that can flow through.

He didn't know why the orcs would be so confident that they would sink directly into the water, but it was clear that the orcs had long been premeditated and they succeeded.

Either rushing over the bridge or wading the river with a rough shield over his head, the orcs began to climb the walls with huge wooden ladders. And because wooden ladders are generally too heavy and have barbs, the garrison cannot push these ladders at all.

"The gate can't hold up!" A cry exclaimed, shaking Arthas.

Four orcs rushed across the suspension bridge, and they blasted the gate violently with huge logs as siege hammers. Gorgeous white city gates appear crumbling. If the huge city gates were not well covered with iron sheet, that huge momentum alone would be enough to explode the gates.

At this angle, Arthas couldn't see the whole picture, but when he heard the wooden crackling sound of the door and the soothing sound of the metal twisting sound, Arthas knew that the door could not stand for long.

Prince Lordaeron shook his head frantically, trying to leave those shouts behind him.

He is now upset. More than one orc climbed up the wall not far from the arrow tower where he was standing, he immediately realized that if he didn't leave as soon as possible, after the nearby walls were completely occupied by the orcs, he would only be surrounded by this arrow tower. .

Merov apparently found this too, and with a wave of his hand, the royal guards rushed down the spiral ladder to open the way for Arthas.

The result was rather bad. In just ten seconds, Alsace had heard at least seven human screams before they died.

"Her Royal Highness, go!" Moroff's voice came from below.

Arthas swayed his legs quickly, the metal leg armor made him a little heavy, and he kept his balance well.

The sight in front of him suddenly brightened. He came out of the narrow staircase door of the arrow tower, and the terror of tragic killing suddenly rushed at him. This sound was completely different from that of the arrow tower two or three floors higher than the city wall. .

Arthas had a short sting.

A second later, he immediately noticed that there was actually a burly green-skin orc waving a warhammer and attacking him.

His mouth grinned, revealing his sharp fangs. He waved his heavy warhammer.

Arthas had to wave his sword against the orc's sledgehammer as a last resort.

"Bang!" After the murmuring of Jinmu's clash, the prince was blown away. He hit the battlements, staring at Venus, and painfully realized that he was not an adult soldier.

Even if he has a burly figure that is far beyond his peers, and is strictly exercising himself, his muscles are still imperfect, and his strength is still not at its peak.

"His Royal Highness!" Molev slammed lightning fast, and a spear stabbed the orc who tried to add a note to Arthas.

At this moment, every Lordaeron in the neighborhood heard the roar of the city gate ... (To be continued.)