Stratholme God

   Chapter 160 Gunner Willie (3 more)

   (Leader givemepower plus update 17/20)

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  Whether the high elves are willing to admit it or not, the involvement of the human army has given them a chance to breathe.

   Even without the elves feeling it, Orgrim on the opposite side could clearly feel that the resistance of these long ears was rapidly increasing.

   In all fairness, none of the big races that can stand in the forest of races in Azeroth are weak chickens.

  At first, the high elves were caught off guard, mainly because the combat preparation was too bad, and the talents of the entire tribe were a little crooked.

   They respect the Master, which caused all the middle and lower elves, regardless of their talent, to swarm to practice spells, disregarding all melee professions in disguise.

   Their former compatriot, the night elf huntress, can take down five or six orc soldiers one at a time in the forest.

   On average, the high elf infantry is slightly worse than the orc warrior after the madness of the demon blood. In addition, in the early stage, it was not suitable for the strength of the orcs, and there was no room for maneuver on the battlefield. The elf infantry often suffered a big loss.

   McDonald's troops gave the elves the time they needed the most.

   After being repaired day and night by elf mages and craftsmen, by the beginning of April, the elves were able to cast two rows of magic puppets under the city wall before the orcs attacked the city.

  These war golems made of various metals are two stories high and powered by magic. Before the control core is destroyed, even if there is only one arm and one leg left, the fight will continue. And they have a good ability to distinguish between enemy and self.

  The formed war puppets appeared, giving the elves whose city walls were damaged a solid barrier. When their most elite rangers and mages are protected by enough avant-garde, the power gradually shows.

   Can shoot at will without being disturbed, any qualified ranger or master will become a fort.

   "Boo! Hah! Hah!" Arrows rained down from the city head.

   If it’s a normal shot, it’s fine, but every arrow of the Ranger is [Aiming Shot].

   Their superb archery skills are enough to make them ignore the armor of the orcs with a high probability and hit their vital points directly.

   Especially Windrunner's arrows!

   No orcs know how to defend.

   These bluish arrows can always find any opening that the orc's charge reveals—or the throat, or the eyes, or the gaping mouth, or the fleeting gap between the rudimentary breastplate and the chest.

  One arrow is a life!

   And the siege troops of the orcs need to break through those inorganic war puppets first!

   Except for the larger ogres, no orc warrior could match these golems in strength. With a slap, an orc's body often loses its width.

   However, aside from the trebuchet, the orcs received less and less long-range support. The morale of the Zul'Aman trolls who remained in the orc army after losing the direct leadership of their leader Zul'jin was visibly low.

   What bothered Orgrim the most was that he lost contact with the Black Hand brothers who were chasing down Gul'dan and the Grom army on the other side of the sea. But the damned Stratholme army was still approaching the camp step by step.

   Recently, after receiving the support of the reserve army that Mograine had left in Tyre's hands, the Macdonald's troops have made a leap in their marching speed, from 1,000 kilometers per day... to 3,000 kilometers per day.

  Look, red has horns with triple speed, isn't it amazing?

   Compared with the elves, it was more and more difficult to deal with. Orgrim felt that McDonald's was the real devil, and he had no temper.

   It is not to hit him, and it is not to do so.

  The most disgusting thing is that McDonald's army is approaching Sunsail Harbor, where the last orc ships are docked.

   McDonald's would not directly lead the army to attack the main backline of the orcs, but instead outflank the backline. This is the most vicious.

   Nowadays, the hunting grounds for orcs to obtain prey are getting smaller and smaller. Except for the middle of Eversong Forest, other places are not safe. Without the support of trolls, elven rangers and even commoners took up bows and arrows to harass orcs endlessly.

   Supply starts difficult.

  Orgrim didn't know whether he could get enough food supplies to capture Silvermoon City.

   He felt that he was a red-eyed gambler, and the evil human duke on the opposite side was still trying his best to force him to increase his bet.

   No matter whether you advance or retreat, you may be lost forever!

  Varok Saurfang said solemnly: "Great Chief, a decision must be made. No matter which one, we will accompany you to the end!"

   This night, Orgrim lost sleep.

   At the same time, a dog owner was enjoying the wine of Quel'Thalas in the newly built bunker.

  McDonald's gently swayed the wine with a goblet made of gold, allowing the aroma of the wine to slowly come out.

   Compared with fine wine, what he enjoys more is the adoring gaze of the famous heroes in history in front of him.

   "I don't know if you believe that, if this was a game of chess, Orgrim would have been checkmate by me."

  Veresa took a sip of the fine wine, her face was like a peach blossom, and she said firmly: "Believe!"

On the right side of the hall, Rivendell, Serriek, Kurtaz, and Braumux raised their glasses and said in unison, "We believe!"

  McDonald raised his glass to the few men on the left side of the hall who didn't drink a drop of alcohol, drank juice, and wore white and silver armor: "For the unforgettable justice!"

   The other party replied in unison: "In the name of Holy Light!"

In the end, McDonald turned his attention to the direction of the strike, a nervous and excited young man: "Willie! Relax! As long as you hit a shot tomorrow! You are a jazz! 10 shots, you are a baron. More than 30 shots, You are the Viscount!"

   Willie smiled bitterly: "Your Excellency, how can I relax if you say that!"

McDonald patted the 'young man' who was actually older than him on the shoulder: "This is the test! Opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared! Now that you are ready, go meet the glory that belongs to you! "

   One master and one servant, and at the same time cast their eyes on the huge metal object on the cliff.

  Tomorrow, just watch it!

   On the Orc side, Orgrim finally received a message that was nearly a month late.

   "What? The land of Andorhal was recaptured by humans, and the Warsong Clan was defeated!?" Orgrim couldn't believe his ears.

   Orc communication is terrible.

   There is no air force and no magical messenger.

When the land road was blocked and the sea route was tightly sealed by the Kul Tiras fleet, the orc who sent the letter, with great courage and luck, rowed along the coastline north of Tirisfal Woodland with a small boat. Only sent this report and Grom's 'personal letter'.

   This letter, ghostwritten by a half-ass shaman and attached with a tooth ring from Grom, describes in detail what happened in Lordaeron.

After listening to this, Orgrim only felt a cold air from the tailbone reaching Tianling Gai: "The Duke of Stratholme came here slowly and dragged my main force after defeating the strongest partisan of our orcs! ?"

   (end of this chapter)