While the Stratholme army was advancing, the siege battle that had become a daily compulsory course under Silver Moon City had already begun for more than three hours.
"Woo——"
In a flash, the terrifying metal bump brushed against the original location of Halduron Brightwing, hitting Loneliness. No, it flew to Silvermoon City, hitting something unknown, and there was a lot of noise in the back of his head.
In order to pursue the best shooting range, Halduron stood on the battlements as if dancing, quickly drew the bow and vibrated the string, and tilted the arrow rain.
He saw green orcs rushing towards the city like a torrent. And among the green skins, a terrifying giant beast was ramming into a nearby magic puppet.
It was a Gronn, a one-eyed monster that was ten meters tall. After the Titans left Draenor, most of the guardian giants were affected by the curse of flesh and blood and transformed into Cyclops with a half-rock, half-organic body. Their descendants are Gronns.
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Compared with magic golems, Gronn is the real war machine.
Their humanoid bodies seemed to be made entirely of rough rocks, with rock spikes resembling meteor hammers on their shoulders and arms, and strange curling patterns all over their bodies.
In the face of Goron's absolute violence, the 'merely' two-story puppet was knocked away by Goron's flying elbow movement, and hit the dilapidated city wall hard, making the entire city wall tremble.
Halduron aimed at Gronn's yellow one-eye and fired a [Aimed Shot] that required a long period of charging.
Rarely, he missed the shot.
It wasn't Gronn who dodged, but Halduron himself who missed the shot.
This arrow was so ugly, it was like kicking a soccer ball past the goalkeeper and shooting into the empty goal, only to shoot into the sky.
The only good thing is that Sylvanas helped him add an arrow.
The sharp Thorium arrow shot through Gronn's thick eye membrane, but was unable to penetrate its brain, causing a fatal blow to it.
This is enough.
After Gronn was blinded, he went crazy with pain and attacked everything around him indiscriminately. In a few breaths, it dismantled a magic puppet, killed several ogres that rushed up, and beat up at least thirty orcs.
Turn into meat sauce.
Seeing Gronn rushing back, Halduron quickly shouted loudly: "I'm sorry, it was my mistake."
Sylvanas smiled lightly: "You are confused."
"No way!" Halduron smiled bitterly.
Ever since Alleria succeeded in warning, but had to take the blame for the war that affected Silvermoon City, he had a deep understanding that the conflict between the mages and the rangers was beginning to break out, but he never thought that the rangers would be treated like this.
Clean.
Isn't it just him? A lot of rangers fall short of their standards.
On the top of the city, the high elven infantry being violently attacked by the orcs were retreating continuously. The elven rangers opened their bows and shot out a wave of arrows. However, many of the sharp thorium arrows were misdirected, or were deflected to the side. Or they were not strong enough.
Unable to break through the orc's armor? It eventually turned into a tinkling sound.
Have you ever encountered this kind of situation before? It was probably going to be dangerous.
It was different today. Feeling that the terrifying demigod warlock of the orcs was probably not around, the Silver Moon councilors were 'ok' again.
Darkan looks very much like the God of Dharma today!
He raised his skinny palm, and a warhammer that contained many white and silver magic runes and was shaped purely with arcane energy? With a "bang", he was confused by an ogre rushing up to the city along the ruins of the mage tower.
There was a loud thunderous sound on his head.
The ogre didn't even have time to scream, half of his head was evaporated by the arcane energy, and he fell down the city wall.
The masters of the mage group exerted their strength one after another, throwing out all kinds of magic for free.
Tens of thousands of infantrymen and rangers became spectators.
The Master of Silver Moon City can do it again! They can do it again!
The orcs rarely stopped attacking? They retreated in panic.
Seeing the Masters retreating, they all cast disdainful glances? Each ranger's face seemed to be on fire.
6800 years later, the Ranger still does not determine victory or defeat.
This feeling of being ignored and despised drove them to make decisions secretly in their hearts.
At the same time, thousands of human carriages, two in a row, 10 meters apart, made a rumbling sound along the ancient forest road that was thousands of years old, and headed towards Silver Moon City.
In the nearby woods, the elf rangers gathered quickly jumped between trees to protect the advance of the army.
The Zul'Aman trolls retreated, and most of the orcs were under Silvermoon City. Such an advance was actually very safe. Only within thirty kilometers of Silvermoon City would you have a chance to meet the orc hunters who came out to hunt.
Lor'themar, who was riding a chocobo and guarding the carriage where MacDonald was sitting, was curious about the singing of the nearby Trident soldiers.
"My lord, what are they singing?"
McDonald just wanted to help his forehead.
These sand sculpture players, one after another, are simply crosstalk solitaire...
[Wind Demon King F]: "Good morning, working orc!"
[Heaven and Earth Beacon on Stage]: "Working orcs are all subordinates of humans!"
[Basselius]: "The orcs will work noisily and then mock everyone!"
[staam]: "You must have faith in your heart. There is no city that cannot be conquered, only orcs who dare not commit suicide!"
[Flowing Water Like the Wind and Falling Feathers]: "Can't we kill all the humans? Can't we kill the elves? Can't the dwarves be beaten? No problem. Don't build a tribe. Those who develop on their own are the working orcs."
[Innocent Faith]: "Are you tired? That's right! Victory is reserved for the alliance."
[Pan De National Defense Army]: "Is it miserable? That's right! Comfort is reserved for Mr. Mai who has a car."
[一世一畕]: "Don't fight for your father! Don't fight for your mother! Don't fight for your origin! You failed to conquer the world, and then left the glory to the mastermind behind the scenes, Duke Mac!"
[What is the password?]: "As long as the orcs work harder to commit suicide, the wheat tyrants can live a better life——"
These teasers all yelled in Mandarin, and others would have no idea what they were yelling at.
McDonald was ready to strangle these guys: "I shouldn't expect these idiots to work seriously..."
Lor'themar asked cautiously: "They..."
McDonald said angrily: "Oh, it's hard to explain. I have a cooperative relationship with them. I need their fighting power. Many times I can only turn a blind eye to the bad things they do. But no need.
Never mind them, these guys aren’t too outrageous... right?”
In the end, McDonald was not sure.
Ten kilometers away from the main army, a large group of sand sculpture players gathered sneakily at the broken southern rune stone.
Looking at the forest clearing filled with evil energy and withered trees, [Chu Jiayun] cursed loudly: "Zhangcao, Goudan is so disgusting. It has polluted the power of the Sunwell to this extent. Who can use it?"
[Scorching Dawn in the Sky]: "It's okay, living water does not rot. We just need to search in the opposite direction, and we will definitely find the uncontaminated Azerite veins."
The magic of the Sunwell, to put it bluntly, is actually the mysterious power gushing out of the planet Azeroth. In version 8.0 of the game, it has another name, which is [Azeroth] known as [Blood of Azeroth].
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These operators walked more than five kilometers north, and [Lao Qian Mie] suddenly shouted in surprise: "Found it."
A group of sand sculpture players laughed evilly: "Hehehehe! Our mass production master plan can finally be implemented!"
