Stormwind God

Humans in melee are not worth mentioning.

The ecstasy of the orcs was silent for an instant.

Another wooden wall, another ranger, another mage, and a landmine.

This situation almost drove the orcs crazy.

But does the orc have a choice? A few kilometers away, the tumult of the hundreds of thousands of people's war is clearly heard here. Every moment it dragged on, a large number of fellow orcs were killed.

Although the little chiefs wanted to get Grom's Warsong clan out of their own troubles. But the orc's fierce nature leaves them with no thoughts once they enter the battlefield.

The centurion yelled and scolded the orcs who followed him more aggressively.

"Breakthrough! We have broken the wall of humanity!"

There was joy in the cry of the orc warrior from the front line, but Orgrim, who had already pressed the outer wall of the original camp village, did not seem to feel the joy of the front line soldier.

"too thin……"

The Chief Chief said this, like a fledgling orc recruit who muttered dissatisfiedly at not satisfying his desire to kill.

Sabeck understood what his boss meant, and the defensive formation formed by that Duke should not be broken so easily.

You know, Duke Marcus is a super defensive master who has made hundreds of thousands of tribes drink in a row in Stormwind City, Nanhai Town and other places.

"There will be another wall right away."

The voice almost dropped, and the commander in front reported again that there really was another wooden line of defense.

Orgrim, with a dexterity that was completely out of tune with him, climbed onto a human arrow tower that had not yet been overthrown, and looked at the human camp.

He thought he would see inside the human camp.

The chief warrior was disappointed.

The alliance apparently used some kind of magic. Over the latest wooden wall, a thick mist like a thick soup made of an unknown material cooked by a wizard was tumbling.

magic!

It's magic again!

This non-aggressive magic obviously does not cost too much magic to the magician, but effectively makes Orgrim feel a sense of frustration.

How many wooden walls do humans have?

"This one was captured, and maybe another."

Orgrim's ominous hunch came true in less than fifteen minutes. At this moment, Orgrim finally understood Duke's sinister intentions.

"Bad Duke Marcus doesn't have many soldiers at all!"

Orgrim finally got it right.

All of Duke's troops did not add up to more than 8,000 people, and the actual battle was not even 5,000. Not only did he throw in not many soldiers, not even mines.

Orgrim thought that Duke was such a tyrant, he really filled the whole camp [thirty thousand lives]. This is actually an illusion.

At this moment, behind the wooden wall where Duke was located, nearly a thousand recruits were busy laying mines. They put the mine on the ground as carefully as possible, and then covered it with grass and dirt. And they all follow Duke's order to mine according to the direction of the tribal breakthrough.

No more than a hundred meters of minefield will be set.

Beside Duke, Aurelia, Lilith, and Hardulon were wiping sweat and resting.

Duke asked, "Are you tired?"

Alleria returned with a confident smile: "It's more intense than warming up."

Duke glanced at the rangers under them, and although they were not overdrawn, their physical exertion was obviously not small.

Duke laid out so many lines of defense, but he would consume all of Orgrim's sharp energy. If you do n’t rotate, what's your energy exhaustion first?

At this time a magical messenger came, Lothar.

"Duke, how's your situation?"

Looking at Lothar in the magic mirror with a little nervousness in his excitement, Duke answered Lothar with a confident smile that he was called a mystery by all the senior members of the league.

"Yo, Anduin, for today ’s battle, I have prepared Orgrim from the first eighteen levels of **** from the first day, oh, eighteen lines of defense. Unfortunately, the tribe did not work hard and played for so long Only outside the sixth line of defense. "

Duke shrugged and said, "Don't blame me for not being serious, just blame the tribe for not giving power." Not only did he laugh at Lothar, but even Aurelia laughed.

Alleria's showy look drew Duke.

Lothar Fuer: It is convenient to have a girlfriend who can fight. Even if stuck in the army, no one would dare to say that Duke was not.

"Cough." Lothar pretended to be coughing.

"Why? How long do you want me to carry it? Three days or a week?" If Duke's words were heard by Orgrim, it is estimated that the chief warrior could be alive to death.

It's a bit embarrassing for Lothar's turn. Adjusting so much Duke's strength also made Duke do the hardest work.

Lothar hurriedly said, "No, no, it's great that you can block the tribe for two more hours. Of course, if you can persist to this evening, I can guarantee that no tribe will have a life to escape."

The progress on Lothar's side did indeed go well. The army was surrounded on three sides, and the Horde seemed to Lothar just to die. If this can make the tribe's western legion run away in an organized way, then the elite of these alliances will be too stupid.

The only variable is on Duke's side. If Duke can't handle it, Lothar can only prepare early and kill as much as he can.

Now Duke was as relaxed as an outing, and Narosa was relieved.

In order to reassure Lothar, Duke even showed Lothar the scene of the battle. Indeed, not many elves were injured or killed. The dead side was the Horde.

Turning off magic messaging, Duke rubbed his eyebrows.

"Well, my Aurelia, you may soon test the staying power of you and your men."

"Ok?"

"After all, our enemy is the most intelligent beast. It is not easy to be a good hunter."

"It's okay. I like this challenging life the best." Aurelia was confident.

After all, Duke reassured Lothar.

If the tribal bosses are really so mindless, the league doesn't have to fight so long and fight so miserably.

Opposite Orgrim!

After breaking through the fifth floor, Orgrim touched his chin.

"Sabeck, take 10,000 and attack from the swamp side."

"but……"

"Nothing but! I suspect the swamp is fake."

Subek did just that.

Twenty minutes later, Sabeck led 10,000 tribal warriors to the north.

However, as soon as they approached the swamp, they met the fog and the real swamp that couldn't be turned away.

Duquet specially arranged a 2,000-person city guard unit and two Ranger squadrons to cover Marianne's mage, and in the direction of the tribe's attack, directly went to [Dense Fog] and [Marsh].

The inability to resist the Alliance's magic frustrated the Warchief, and he immediately allowed the Horde who attacked the Camp to split three lanes and attack simultaneously.

As a result, they encountered demon spirits swarming ... (To be continued.)

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