Many orcs were howling and screaming, some were trying to find cover, and some were foolishly rushing out of the camp to fight for their lives with the humans. No matter how they chose, they would inevitably end up dead.
The violent shells set off a shock wave of death one after another. Unless they were orc warriors who had been promoted to professionals, their only fate would be to have their lives harvested by shrapnel from explosions or fragments from the city wall in this bloody surge.
The warrior professionals of the orcs were angry, accumulating the money they had gained in exchange for the lives of their companions. They were waiting for the silver human soldiers that would come like a flood after "Long Live the Alliance".
They chanted “lok’tar-ogar!” and flapped their weapons in the hail of bullets, leaving stinging flesh wounds on their bodies from mortar shells that were not powerful enough to kill them.
However, they waited and waited, but could not wait for the human infantry.
Those terrible shells kept coming down endlessly.
The head of the Northland Fortress...
Holding a cigar in his mouth, he looked like he was the best in society: "Boom! Bomb them all! Let me tell you, if you don't finish blasting these shells today, you won't be able to eat!"
In the open space under the city wall behind the elite operators, there are mountains of shell boxes.
The trained civilian men were panting heavily as they brought up boxes of cannonballs.
The shooting elements are fixed, and even the barrel and shooting angle are locked with a lock. As long as you follow the artillery manual, be decisive when firing, and then cover your ears, the rest of the mortars will fire by themselves.
go out.
"Puff puff puff!" The sound sounded a bit like farting.
"Boom, boom, boom!" The sound was extremely noisy.
The entire afternoon was spent firing cannons. Only when the barrel was overheated and could not be fired, was there a moment of rest while the barrel was replaced with a new one.
Almost the entire two-kilometer area from front to back of the orc camp was plowed three times.
The orcs were all stunned. Naturally, there were people in the distance filming the wolf and running to report to the chief.
The most amazing thing is here.
When Lao Taizi received the news, he was shocked. Without thinking, he urgently wrote to McDonald: "Didn't I tell you to be cautious in war?"
Those two words almost cut through the parchment.
Unexpectedly, McDonald swore and wrote back: "After listening to your Majesty's teachings that day, I was extremely cautious and prudent. I swear by the honor of the ancestors of the Stratholme family that not a single soldier will step out of the Northland Fortress today."
Hong Kong Zhen, how can a person like Lao Taizi, who wants to get information directly to the highest level, not be able to get some royalists in Stratholme?
After hearing the secret report from the spy, Lao Taizi couldn't laugh or cry.
McDonald's is really safe!
No one went out, but he dropped bombs on the fortress opposite. You can't say he entered rashly, right?
Here he scolded "you careless brat", and on the other side Lao Taizi changed his demeanor and came to the throne meeting, cheering to Kael'thas like a spring breeze.
"For the noble friendship between humans and high elves! To welcome Quel'Thalas to the Alliance family! We have launched a powerful offensive immediately and destroyed the orc fortress near the Zul'Aman Pass! Killed over 10,000 orcs! If you don't believe it, you
You can send your most trusted scout to confirm it with your own eyes."
Kaizi was shocked when he heard this.
When did humans become so efficient?
At first he thought King Terenas was deceiving him, but he soon received news from home that humans had really launched a massive attack.
Using the reconnaissance of the elves' dragon hawk knights, they transmitted a magical version of a mental illusion, which looked like a 360p image quality that even the people of the Celestial Empire could not look down upon.
After all, the tragedy of the orcs is absolutely real.
The broken tiles, the splintered limbs, and the blazing fire all proved that the fortress specially built by the orcs to suppress humans had suffered the most violent blow and was completely destroyed.
Kaizi's face was suddenly filled with a smile: "The friendship between humans and high elves has gone through three thousand years of ups and downs and has never changed. It can withstand the test of time..."
Bah bah bah a lot.
Anyway, the humans are attacking, the orcs are dead, the long ears are happy.
That night was truly a joy for both the guest and the host.
Orgrim was really frightened over there. He didn't expect that the human offensive would be so fast...and weird.
He couldn't ignore the movement of the humans. With a wave of his hand, the five second-rate clans immediately gathered in the direction of the mountain pass and surrounded the mountain pass in a Z-shaped formation. As long as the humans dared to take the lead, they would definitely be given a taste of the green tide.
Here, Veresa was of course happy to see the orcs suffering. However, the orcs' quick reaction left her speechless, and she also had new worries.
She had no idea that the orcs had ambushed so many troops in the forest south of Yongsong Forest (Land of Ghosts). Can these 100,000 troops...can McDonald's men really rush through?
Thinking that in order to save Liras, MacDonald might have to pay a huge price, Veresa felt full of guilt. During dinner, she did not dare to look directly at MacDonald's face.
The only good news, or rather bad news, has emerged.
Valeela, who had been missing for most of the day, seemed to appear out of thin air and reported to McDonald and her: "We have found Mr. Lilas Windrunner. He is still alive, but his lower abdomen is injured and his condition is very bad. He may not be able to survive."
Two days. At the same time, the prisoner's cage where he is is guarded by a very powerful two-headed ogre, and I dare not approach it."
Macdonken wiped the corners of his mouth elegantly with a napkin: "Valeera, wise judgment. Cho'gall is the most powerful magician in the ogre race and a loyal member of the Shadow Council. Kill the shadow in Orgrim.
When he was a member of the Council, he and Gul'dan were the few survivors. With his strength, even His Highness Kael'thas would be in trouble."
Veresa's heart suddenly tightened: "Then..."
McDonald said calmly: "Saving people and killing powerful enemies are two different things."
"Yes..." For some reason, Veresa felt ridiculous when looking at McDonald's overly young face. How could he be more mature than herself?
well!
no way.
Some elves are still young girls even though they are a thousand years old.
Some talents (scum) are already old cunts at the age of 16.
Maybe, this is talent!
On this day, in order to reassure Lao Taizi, McDonald took the initiative to write a letter: "In order to effectively grasp the enemy's movements and prevent Stratholme's 150,000 troops from accidentally stepping into the enemy's trap, I will send the most elite griffins today.
Scout..."
yes!
This letter is absolutely true!
Nothing wrong with it at all.
This so-called scout brigade is the best at detecting enemy boss drops. It is guaranteed that you can even dig out the ancestral graves of the 18th generation of the enemy's ancestors.
