Chapter 87 Who will be full of air defense talents in a serious camp?
It's already very cold in the Hokcontinent in December, especially the cold current blowing from the Alterac Mountains in the past few days, which has covered the entire Hillsbrad Hills area with silver frost.
When Alleria's ranger troops arrived, Anduin Lothar welcomed them in a more official manner. To be honest, Lothar was so busy every day that he didn't have much time to greet a team of only five.
The small team of a hundred people, after a while of greetings,... sent them to Brigadier General Rivendell.
The alliance's organizational structure is a grass-roots team. Basically, the Duke and Marquis are major generals, and so on. Rivendell can have this officer because he leads 10,000 soldiers.
Originally, Alleria didn't want to camp with humans and wanted to find a small forest to stay.
She underestimated humanity's need for wood.
In order to build camps and refugee camps and to light fires for warmth, all trees within a radius of 50 kilometers have been cut down.
In addition, the camps in Rivendell are already one of the very few decent military camps. Most of the camps are more messy than a random market because the nobles who lead them have never led soldiers. There are people urinating and defecating everywhere, and all kinds of things that affect the appearance of the city.
, making the Windrunner sisters frown.
In addition to the neat wooden guardrails, Rivendell's barracks also carefully separates the logistics area, activity area, dining area, and accommodation area, and also has special toilets.
Alleria also noticed that when the soldiers helped them set up their tent, they specially swept a layer of lime on the top of the tent.
"What is this for?" Vereesa was curious.
"Lime mortar! This stuff smells a bit unpleasant at first, just dry it out. It's nothing special, it's just fireproof. This is the Duke's order. If the camp next door catches fire, at least it won't be affected by those stupid... well, it won't be affected anyway.
." The engineer in front of me who was dedicated to logistics said.
Alleria pulled her sister over and whispered: "Have you noticed the bed crossbows around the camp? It is obviously surrounded by allied camps. In addition to the necessary sentry towers, there are also a large number of bed crossbows. I always feel that Stratholme
The Duke knows something that we don't know."
Vereesa: "Sister, these crossbows are for external use. They are not plotting against us, are they?"
"It doesn't look like it, but this army has a strange smell."
That evening, they found out.
It was very lucky, or rather inevitable, that a two-horse griffon patrol first discovered the enemy.
"Oh my God! What is that?"
A human griffon knight tugged on the reins, a flush of color appeared on his big face that was pale due to the wind and snow. He stared into the distance, as if he was afraid of missing a detail.
"That's... hell! It's a flying dragon! A flying dragon that can breathe fire!"
"Go back and inform Commander Lothar. I'm worried about the other patrols!" After that, he took out a flare gun with a thick tube and fired three flares shining with a strange red into the sky.
Three red flashes represent the highest alert!
You know, in the alliance, even if more than ten thousand orcs attack, it will only be a red flare.
"Prepare for war! Sound the alarm!" Lothar, who was patrolling the city wall, saw it immediately. He roared first, and then grabbed Turalyon, who was recently promoted to his adjutant: "Find out what is going on as soon as possible?"
"Understood!" Turalyon said nervously.
There was no need for him to ask further questions. In the field of vision, a griffon knight was driving a griffon, almost swooping down at an angle of 70 degrees to the ground.
Unless there is a special incident, the griffin knight is prohibited from doing this. He tightened the reins and tried his best to control the unhappy griffin. When he got close to the city wall, he yelled: "A large number of greenskins riding red flying dragons are coming from the west! The number is too large.
There are so many! We can’t even count them.”
"Where did they get the flying dragon troops!?" Lothar was stunned by the orcs' move, but as the commander-in-chief, he had to make an immediate decision: "The infantry withdrew from the city, replaced the archers, and cocked all the crossbows.
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In this life, thanks to a certain tycoon named Mai, the alliance has far more griffons than in history, and more than 300 griffin knights have gathered on the front line. Unfortunately, the air force is not so easy to train. The griffin knights of the alliance are now also
Just run away and patrol. If you really want to fight, you can only rely on the griffin's fighting instinct.
In the midst of the chaos, Lothar saw with his own eyes a bright red fire rising in the distance to the southeast in the direction of Stromgarde, as well as several griffins that bravely rushed forward, turning into huge twitching and twisting fireballs, screaming and falling from the mid-air.
Down.
A crimson dragon army was descending from the clouds. They flapped their wings at least six meters long and hovered high in the west near Thoradin's Wall.
These red baby dragons were roaring uneasily, their yellow vertical pupils were like a pair of huge cat's eyes, and their whole bodies exuded an angry aura.
Lothar clearly saw with his sharp eyes that three hundred meters away, there was a young dragon trying to throw off the orc knight on its back, but the knight hit its neck with a strange stick, causing it to twitch a bit.
No preamble is needed, an asymmetrical battle begins.
These red dragons with wingspans longer than horse-drawn carriages swooped down quickly and spit out fireballs the size of basins from a distance, easily engulfing entire sections of the city wall in a sea of flames.
The human defenders, who had rushed to respond to the battle, were completely in chaos.
"Ballista! Where is our ballista!?" Lothar yelled angrily.
"Our ballistae are all aimed at the ground, and the shooting angle is not enough!" Turalyon shouted.
Who would be a decent person to shoot a ballista into the sky?
Looking at the whole scene, only a few crossbowmen caught up and shot arrows at the red dragon with great courage. Unfortunately, they were often targeted. Some orcs smiled grimly and drove the red dragon to rush very close to the city wall, directly attacking with a continuous
The dragon's breath washes the ground. The red flames spurted out are like a cloud of fire, instantly turning the human soldiers involved in the turbulent flames into human-shaped torches.
miserable!
Too bad!
The entire wall of Thoradin was burning, creaking and groaning.
Human?
Sorry, not many people can survive five seconds in the dragon's breath flames that exceed 2,000 degrees.
After a few rounds, the entire city wall was still standing, and only the Paladins of the Silver Hand were left. The Paladins could condense their own will into holy light in a short period of time, protecting their bodies from the flames.
In fact, they can't hold it for long.
Looking at the green tide coming from far away from the west, and the most exaggerated thing is that there are a large number of wolf cavalry in it, Lothar said bitterly: "It's over! Everything is over!"
Amidst the thundering drums, the heroic shouts of the orcs surged in like a wave.
"Lok'Tar-Ogar!"
Of course Orgrim would not let go of this opportunity to break through! He did not even focus on Stromgarde, but led the Warsong clan who came when the Dark Portal opened for the second time to attack Thoradin's Wall.
His goal is no longer simply to break through the city wall defenses, he wants to pursue them all the way, take the opportunity to destroy this assembled army, and destroy the courage of mankind to resist.
Here, after ravaging the city wall twice and finding that no humans dared to move on it, the orc knights of the Dragonmaw clan drove them to the west regardless of the young dragons' fatigue.
The Warchief's orders were to burn all human granaries and drive them out of their barracks like rats.
Everything was going smoothly at first, but the humans in the first five camps were screaming and making acquaintances in the sea of fire.
But at the sixth camp, the fifty young dragons in front were shot in the face by a sudden rain of green arrows for no apparent reason.
The leading dragonmaw orc finally saw clearly that there were more than 300 ballistae below, which were at 60 degrees to the ground and pointing diagonally toward the sky! In addition, at least 3,000 human soldiers wearing strange cloaks spread out and were pedaling about the same amount at the same time.
A foot-operated crossbow as tall as one person.
This scene is so outrageous!
Who in a serious camp would fully use the [Air Defense] talent!?
