Stormwind God

There was no momentum of migratory locusts.

No heavy storms.

It was this kind of arrow that didn't shoot at all that made a large number of orcs fall silently, but gave birth to an atmosphere of terror.

Defense seems to have lost its meaning, and it seems to be an arrow. The orcs of the charge were aroused fiercely, they growled, shouted and shouted various orc slogans, and rushed madly towards the wooden camp wall.

Correct!

As long as the thin wooden wall is broken and the enemy is dragged into a melee, the elves with thin arms and legs are not opponents of the orcs. This is already a proven experience in the two wars of Quel'Thalas.

It should have been this way. Suddenly, the orcs who rushed to the front seemed to have stepped on something. Suddenly there was a thunderous light from his feet.

"Ahhhh" The twisted current lingering over the orcs was clearly visible.

The orcs became a coke in a few breaths.

Mage?

Orgrim twitched from the distance. This reminded him of Gul'dan again. If Gul'dan didn't betray him, why would the Horde, like the original trolls vs. elves, only use man-sea tactics to drain the enemy's mana?

Standing on the five-story command tower in the middle of the camp, Silvermoon parliament member Marian teased the orc: "I bet, the simple-minded green skin will surely think that our mage is shooting. "

Duke kept a proper distance from this female elf with a murder weapon hidden on his chest. He smiled slightly: "Relax, there will be a chance for you to shoot."

"That's good, to serve His Excellency Marcus, but our wish."

With just a glass of champagne, Duke almost thought Marianne was chatting with him at the reception. That careless attitude, that well-dressed robe, is enough to make any hormonal excess animal index finger move.

Well, fortunately, I got Aurelia recently.

Duke looked away from Marianne.

Then he saw a group of aggressive orcs.

Electrocuted! Toasted! Was killed! Frozen to death! He was shot dead by arcane missiles! I was stabbed to death by the spiky shot!

Mess, everything.

The power is not great, but it is fatal.

Orgrim, who was commanding behind, saw his scalp tingle. If humans use simple weapons, such as flames, he can also use the blackstone clan's clan. Like Frost, he can pull the Frost Troll to the top.

But unless it is a warlock with a demon hound, no orc will have such high magic resistance to endless attacks.

Fortunately, some clever orc commanders saw it.

"Be careful!"

Even if those things were concealed, they still showed their true colors, one by one, covered with grass and dirt. As long as the orcs step on it, they will trigger immediately.

Regardless of your equipment and clan, once you step on it, you will not die or remain.

Well, the problem is coming. Pay attention to your feet. When you charge, you will be unhappy, and you will not have the energy to defend the arrows from the wall. Pay attention to defense, and forget your feet.

The orc-like charge that seemed to drown everything in the world slowed down for a while.

"Hahaha! Reminds me of the hare that was shot for the first time as a child." Sylvanas laughed while shooting an arrow. As the difficulty of aiming dropped, she could play triple arrows without taboo.

Anyway, the entire wooden wall is full of quivers full of arrows. You know, the Lordaeron's armaments are the most abundant in the continent.

"Second sister! Is it better than one?"

"Beeby!"

In a serious battlefield, I was turned into a hunting game by a few escaped windrunners.

After paying more than 4,000 sacrifice, the tribe finally approached the wall of the camp. They waved heavy sledgehammers violently and easily smashed the antlers and the wall.

The elven rangers jumped off the not-high wooden walls.

Due to the tribe's accident, the rangers didn't go far, stood on the open space behind the wooden wall, and continued to shoot arrows at a distance that seemed unsuitable to others.

"Kill these long ears!" The orc commanders roared.

Something unexpected happened again.

The elven rangers fight and retreat. In order to avoid traps, the orcs often choose to step on the place where the elf stepped on.

Damn it!

Why was the elf stepping on it just now, and the orc lying on his gun when he stepped on it?

Electrocuted! Explosive! Dying!

The orcs suddenly found that the traps on the ground were more dense between the first wall and the second wall. That density is so high that it's almost impossible to step down. But those elves can fly up and down.

Not to mention the elven rangers fighting below, even Marianne on the command tower was stunned.

"Smart gadgets, I can see that you are letting your magician and magic apprentice put the magic into a trap by sealing it into the scroll, but I do n’t see why our people are all right, the orcs. But it was a hit. "Marian sighed.

Correct!

[I want you to kill three thousand a type] To put it plainly is a triggered mine to deposit magic.

It was Duke ’s follower mage who worked so hard to know how many overnights they had to work out.

Duke smiled mysteriously: "Want to know this secret?"

"of course!"

"Promise me to fight the resurrection of Stormwind Kingdom, I will tell you."

"Members of the Silvermoon Council must participate in the battle, but they must get the approval of the parliament."

"Excuse me, is it possible to invite Miss Marian to open the library on the first floor of Karazhan?"

"It's pretty much the same."

"Well, the answer is weight. Without the weight of four high elves, those gadgets would not be triggered at all."

Marianne laughed abruptly: "It's that simple?"

"It's that simple."

The orc has a heavier physique than any race in the league. People are taller and bigger, and their natural weight increases accordingly. If human beings weighed 150 kilograms, they would already be huge and burly giants. But this weight was placed on the side of the orc, only equal to the ordinary soldiers of the third-class clan.

For example, the powerful warriors of the Black Stone clan are generally more than two meters and thirty and weigh more than two hundred kilograms. If it's the Chiefs' Guard, those height and weight are even more exaggerated.

The ogre is even more outrageous.

That's what Duke used. When he was designing, he added a very thick iron block to the mine's 'button'. Without a weight of about two hundred kilograms, it is impossible to crush an iron block to trigger a mine.

That's why [Three Thousands of Your Life] has almost no effect on the Elven Ranger, but for the orcs, step on one and die. (To be continued.)

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