Chapter 203 Strangling the Remnant Soldiers (2 more)
As a Wushuang player, what are you most afraid of encountering?
This is what is called forced control.
No matter how high the skill is, the bricks will fall down!
In the game, there once was a mage named [Dragon City General] who was wearing a Molten Core graduation outfit. He died tragically in the novice copy level [Stormwind City Prison], and was killed by mobs with levels less than half of his own.
Knocked unconscious and forced to death?
What Dad Ho is facing is a similar situation: Of course the orcs take drugs, but so do you and I. Let’s see who is more ruthless than the other and who is not a human being.
The brainless roar who had taken the most demon blood was currently having diarrhea and vomiting, his stomach was churning, and he was temporarily disabled.
It is impossible for Hoo Daddy to leave his son alone and become a priority target for unreasonable troll players.
Normally, it is impossible for all sand sculpture players to have the warrior career template. If they don’t even need the legs, they can forcefully inject the magic power of the Sun Well with many impurities into the legs, inject chicken blood, and run away without needing the legs afterwards.
It's not impossible to run 100 meters in three seconds.
Anyway, after one move, they will become useless and stop being human at all.
"For the leader!"
"For 373!"
"For debu-cat!"
The sand sculptures shouted all kinds of unreliable slogans in three languages that Azerians could not understand.
Some just took off their equipment and rushed forward to blow themselves up, while others specially put on superman costumes, including their own capes and red pants. There were all kinds of things.
Anyway, rushing forward will ignite all the Azerite power in the body and explode.
It’s not like Kargas has never tried to kick sandbox players away and make them roll away and self-destruct. The problem is that the player’s self-destruction is actually controllable.
Before your feet even reach, I will blow myself up in advance.
The entire area of tens of meters in radius was filled with flames and shock waves caused by the explosion.
In the end, Serijek and others did not dare to enter, and the area near the gate became a stage for self-destruction soldiers.
The tactics of the orcs are very simple, use the most powerful arrows as arrows to charge into the formation.
Rushing in, that is a simple penetration tactic, basically predetermining a devastating victory.
If you can't get in, then take a break!
When the four strong orcs were blocked by the violent charge of the [Trident Legion], the fate of the orc army was doomed.
There is more than one slope to rush up to Wrathfang Castle, and the one that can blast through the main entrance is already the best. On other slopes, after a burst of banging, mortar shells are falling like a drizzle, and the whole section is
The slope was engulfed in flames.
How do you tell the orcs to charge?
Warsong orcs don't have as much built-in fire resistance as Blackstone orcs.
Wargs are even more typical of "furry and weak in fire". If they get the slightest spark, the whole wolf will burn, and they will not put out the fire themselves.
Several slopes became stairs of death, and everything was burning. The corpses of dead orcs and wargs made a beeping sound in the fire. The smell of burnt corpses alone was enough to make the orcs lose the courage to continue attacking.
The elf rangers in the distance have begun to surround them. A stone in the swamp or a piece of wood exposed from the swamp can become their foothold. Will the cumbersome orcs rush over and be easily sucked into the swamp? Will they become a ranger?
target.
What really destroyed their will was the faint roar coming from the north.
It was a little unclear at first. Gradually the sound became louder and louder. The earth was shaking faintly.
Kilrogg had just escaped from a self-destruction soldier in embarrassment. He pricked up his ears and asked, "What is that sound!?"
"Damn it! It's a human cavalry!" Grom said angrily: "We must withdraw! Otherwise, we will all die here!"
Kilrogg spends most of his time in the southern continent. The Dun Morogh area where Ironforge is located is full of rugged snow-capped mountains. He has no chance to encounter large-scale cavalry. Grom is different. He has experienced the Northern War.
He knew very well that the heavily armored human cavalry was no match for the wolf cavalry in large-scale charges.
In the final analysis, it is the update of human equipment. Can the green armor on the war horse completely resist the bite of the wargs? This weakens the orcs' mount advantage.
Originally, both sides still had to fight.
Some unscrupulous person would equip human cavalry with hand crossbows and throwing spears. Often, the wolf cavalry would be beaten twice before they could counterattack.
In recent fights? The Wolf Cavalry always suffers big losses.
"Damn it! It was just close!" Kargath Blade Fist was blown away and his face was gray and angry.
Grom looked at the glorious figure surrounded by soldiers on the opposite side of the flames.
McDonald felt his father's gaze. With a smile on his face, he raised his right hand in the distance and hooked his index finger - Come on!
At this moment, Mai Silver Horn King Dangken seemed to be teasing Sun Wukong with a gourd. As long as Ho Daddy dared to respond, Ho Daddy's entire clan would be doomed to be unlucky.
Grom couldn't help but sigh:
Not even close?
No!
This must be an illusion deliberately given to them by that despicable human Duke Macdonald Stratholme!
From the beginning? This was a despicable trap that forced them to attack, even taking on the warriors of the Blood Cave Clan.
Why is Ho Daddy regarded as a tribal hero in later generations?
In addition to his extreme force and unparalleled bravery, he also has the courage to sacrifice and his wisdom that is often ignored by others.
"Let's go -" He yelled, without thinking anymore, Houda picked up his heavy son, jumped back twenty meters, turned around and rushed down the slope.
The orc army retreated from the outside of the castle like an ebbing tide.
This is not the end. McDonald pointed out from afar, and the three of Serijek immediately understood.
"Mount your horse and give chase!"
After a while, looking down from a high altitude, you can see how miserable the green tide is.
The huge number of orcs had to squeeze onto a solid dirt road that could allow eight carriages to pass abreast, and on a slope less than fifty meters away from the roadside.
Overhead, mortar shells kept falling.
Even if the shells are not densely packed, each round can turn the orcs and wargs within a few meters into parts and explode.
To the northwest, northeast and southeast were arrows thrown by the rangers. They ruthlessly harvested the lives of the orcs who were not killed.
To the north and southwest are the cavalry armies approaching more and more.
The fierce sound of horse hooves is comparable to the death knell, constantly reminding the orcs that the footsteps of death are getting closer and closer.
This quickly increased the fear in the hearts of the orcs!
Even knowing that the chance of rushing through may not even be one-third, there are still many orcs whipping or yelling at their wargs in an attempt to pass through the continuously exploding smoke pillars!
Most of their fates were miserable.
There are also many lucky people who have passed through this meat grinding ground and successfully reached the main road south of the castle that cannot be shot by mortars.
When McDonald returned to the highest level of the bunker where he was staying, he saw Valeela silently wiping her dagger, and the two fallen corpses of the Burning Blade Sword Master, still bleeding there.
