Of course there was a reason why McDonald's decided not to fight in Stormwind City.
What a loss.
The orcs look down on the buildings in Stormwind City. After all, the style of painting is different. How can one call it a city without animal skins and teeth?
I want to dismantle everything, but I'm not in the mood.
Stormwind City, which has been occupied for more than a year, was abandoned here purely as a half-bridgehead for the Orc Defense Alliance.
There was no reconstruction. Previously, it was just a second-rate clan stationed in the city and built a bunch of shack-like things.
The last siege (demolition) was very incomplete. After most of the towers were destroyed, there was not even enough space to build a mortar position on top.
Fighting against Stormwind City is a pure meat-and-potatoes battle.
Humans cannot exert the power of long-range artillery and ballistae, and can only engage in street fighting, which is the favorite of orcs.
McDonald has considered using sandbox players to kill the main force of the orcs.
Seeing the rapidly increasing amount of money lost, McDonald decisively gave up.
The original batch of sand sculpture players were just okay, but the new ones were simply not good at all.
"Wow! A living orc! Let's take a photo, Eggplant--" A teaser saw the orc charging, and turned his back to the orc and made a scissor hand gesture.
Another one was hung from the city wall by a cable in the Valley of the Kings. When he was writing "XXX came here for a visit" on the outer wall, he was killed by an orc's throwing ax on the wall.
These unscrupulous people waste their lives in vain.
To these bastards, McDonald wanted to say, "It doesn't matter if you die, I'm going to be so wasteful!"
Not to mention, anyway, he invited the sand sculpture player, and at most he just issued a mission.
Most of those guys will complete the task, but they really mess around with anything other than the task.
Anyway, Mr. Mai didn’t have the eyes to see it.
Perhaps, Bolvar is still thinking about the dream of the Trident Legion overturning the main force of the Orcs, and the Storm Legion successfully being taken away, and regaining Stormwind City.
McDonald was unimpressed.
There's no reason why Orgrim is so strong that he can't defeat a bunch of bad guys.
After all, McDonald's only gives those idiots 30 cost!
This batch of new sand sculpture players doesn't have a 20-cost hero, so the strongest one can only be resurrected twice.
There will be no surprises!
Here, as expected, the two armies in Stormwind City entered into the most popular street battle for the orcs.
The former King's Valley had been filled in during the last Stormwind attack. The huge pool was filled with the corpses of orc slaves and sandbags, turning it into something like a mass grave.
In this uneven terrain, the Blackstone Orcs who are proficient in mountain warfare are obviously more flexible than the defenders.
"Roar!" An orc jumped up high and smashed a tripped Trident soldier into pulp with his huge war hammer.
"Ouch--" The orc slapped his chest with his left hand in great excitement.
Looking at the somewhat difficult but generally good battle situation, Orgrim was a little excited.
A rough estimate is that the exchange ratio between orcs and humans is about 1:3!
This is the damn [Trident Legion]!
However, just after passing through the Valley of the Kings and entering the trade area, the style of the painting immediately changed!
There are no more human soldiers fighting to the death, but instead, there are a lot of messy things.
"Ahhh! Save me——"
An orc weighing nearly 400 kilograms flew upside down at an angle of 45 degrees to the ground in front of Orgrim.
The speed was so fast that one almost thought it was a human cannon.
Orgrim was stunned for a moment.
He quickly turned his head and stared at the place where the orcs flew out. There was a rough square wooden board at an angle of 60 degrees to the ground. It made a mechanical sound of "click, click, click", and automatically reset and leveled again.
He also noticed that the wooden board had the same pattern as the street tiles in Stormwind City, and there were even a few broken bricks stuck to the edge of the wooden board very realistically.
When the wooden board is flattened again and blends in with the surrounding ruins, it will be a perfect trap again.
Orgrim was so focused on the trap that he didn't even notice that his unfortunate man had hit the cliff of the King's Valley 30 meters above the ground, and then fell miserably, leaving a trail of more than two feet on the cliff.
A ten-meter long bloodstain.
At this moment, he saw a new group of orc soldiers approaching the trap without knowing anything.
"Wait!" Orgrim subconsciously wanted to stop those few orc warriors from nearly a hundred meters away.
It's too late.
His voice is definitely not small.
Maybe the soldiers were slow to respond, or maybe they didn't take it to heart after hearing it.
Anyway, the next moment, three more orc soldiers flew into the sky, and three seconds later, they were stuck to the wall again.
The chief finally couldn't help it, and rushed over with his guards in a roar: "Idiot! Didn't you realize there is a trap that is activated repeatedly?"
The orcs were really confused. If they were asked to use their brains and carefully observe the environment, it would really be a embarrassment for these tough guys with an IQ of 20 points.
What made Orgrim the most angry was that he suddenly found a rather eye-catching wooden sign next to the trap, which read in orcish language:
"Call [Dad], or I'll shoot you all into the wall!" It was signed by a guy named "Free Blue Bird"!
There was an orc with a sore egg, so he went over and called "Dad", then stepped on half of his foot. Who knew that this damn trap was really voice-activated, and he suddenly replied "Son, be good".
The other guy didn't believe in evil and shouted "Er smash". Guess what happened?
In front of more than a hundred people, that guy flew away...
Orgrim, Varok, Rexxar and other orc bosses said in unison: "I have never seen such a despicable enemy!"
Starting from the trade area, the advancement of the orc army was severely hindered.
A row of spears will pop up inexplicably on the ground, blasting the orcs to death.
Some walls will suddenly pop up with a row of knives and axes, mincing the orcs within two meters of the wall into mincemeat.
Some ceilings will suddenly emit fire, ice, or swing down huge iron balls to kill the orcs in a fancy way.
However, all the traps and environments are so natural that you can't see anything wrong with them at a glance.
This greatly hindered the speed of the main force of the orcs' advance. Orgrim had to send laborers to deliver food, test out the traps, and then find ways to block the activated traps so that the orc warriors could destroy these traps with brute force.
All day long, tens of thousands of orcs were stuck in the trade area, advancing almost at a crawling speed.
Who would have known that fog would come up in the middle of the night, and the orcs, who could not tell the difference between east, west and north in the thick fog, were attacked by a large number of human thieves. In panic, they were driven out of the Stormwind City trading area.
When the thick fog cleared the next morning, the trade area was once again filled with traps.
Orgrim was going crazy: "What on earth is going on!?"
Opposite me, [gavemepower] grinned: "There is no way, our boss is really stingy. He only gives us a small cost per person, and we have to wait for two weeks. I can only feel sorry for you. By the way, those people who are known as [Rock Kings]
Can the reincarnated guy do his job more efficiently? There are still ten thousand traps waiting to be set on the ship."
