Fording had always looked down on this substitute and retorted unceremoniously:
"Your Majesty the King, I guarantee that no one will believe this nonsense."
Varian was choked by Fording, feeling that his dignity had been trampled on, and replied unhappily:
"Duke Bolvar runs the army rigorously. Three thousand royal guards destroyed ten thousand elite orcs. The Silver Northern Expedition can have such combat power."
Fording immediately retorted:
"The Silver Crusade has dedicated everything to Azeroth. Although Duke Bolvar is strong, he has no place in Stormwind City, just like Duke Lothar who defeated the orcs. The Wrynn royal family is the largest power in the Kingdom of Stormwind.
The cancer will only harm Zhongliang and surrender to the orcs."
Varian glared at Fording fiercely, but Fording didn't care at all. Fording's relationship with the orcs was even closer, and he didn't take King Varian seriously at all.
"My army of ten thousand was wiped out in this way."
Garrosh was very unwilling. What happened in the mist just now? Obviously there was something unusual about the mist covering the city wall, which made Garrosh hesitate.
The Duke of Beauval's soldiers were not only 3,000, but another 3,000 soldiers climbed onto the city wall one after another. After carefully cleaning the battlefield, they continued to patrol as before.
Sal rolled his eyes and said with a smile:
"Someone just told me that we can capture the Gate of Scourge. I am very happy and ready to give up the position of warchief. Why, is the legendary brave and invincible Garrosh a coward? Just like your father? He
It’s just a dog!”
Thrall's stimulation made Garrosh go crazy, and he turned around and glared:
"Thall, don't be so arrogant. When I capture the Gate of Scourge, I swear to avenge my father. I think many people would like to see the great savior put on a collar and become a dog."
Although he was cunning enough, Garrosh still couldn't keep his composure many times.
In full view of everyone, Garrosh ordered his men to build a small pyramid on the front line, and the soldiers moved out a dozen black barrels filled with magic seals from the keel airship.
Under the command of Garrosh, several shamans built an altar on the top of the pyramid and opened the magic seal of the vat.
An aura of evil energy came out, and there was also a faint aura of a giant dragon.
A drop of viscous green liquid dripped from the barrel, and Thrall, Eitrigg, and others took a deep breath.
Among them, Dranoche was the most deeply touched and felt extremely familiar.
Before the Dark Portal opened, the orcs took the blood of Mannoroth and gained the demonic power of the Burning Legion, helping them defeat the draenei and invade Azeroth.
Although the orcs later refused to take demon blood on the surface, they never stopped taking it in private. For example, King Saurfang is a lover of demon blood and cannot live without it.
Dranosh's strength is much stronger than that of his peers, and this is also because he often takes demon blood to enhance his physique.
Garrosh took the cup, took a glass of green liquid, and poured it into his mouth without hesitation.
As this powerful energy entered the body, Garrosh's muscles expanded, his size increased, and his whole body was filled with explosive power.
"Thall, do you recognize this liquid?" Garrosh asked.
"The evil power of the Burning Legion." Thrall said tremblingly.
Garrosh shook his head and said with a ferocious expression:
"Times have changed, Thrall. This is improved pure evil energy. It is ten times more effective than the blood of Mannoroth. It is also added with the blood of the dragon. In addition to making us stronger, we can also temporarily gain magic.
Resistance, I originally planned to use it to attack the Frozen Throne, but you forced me to do this."
Sal was silent, feeling uneasy and secretly preparing a retreat.
Although he had known about the existence of the keel airship, Thrall was kept in the dark about this new type of evil energy. It seemed that Garrosh was determined to win the position of chief, and he had such a hidden trick.
Garrosh waved his fist:
"Thall, remember your promise, the warchief is mine."
Twenty thousand orc soldiers lined up to board the altar. The new model of evil energy was not enough for 20,000 people. Ordinary soldiers could only be contaminated with a small amount of evil energy in the magic circle. Only those generals were qualified to drink a small cup.
But just a small amount of evil power made the orc soldiers stronger several times, forgetting fatigue and pain, and there was only endless killing in their eyes.
Garrosh calls them wyrm orcs.
The thunderous war drums sounded, and Garrosh gave an order, and ten thousand orc soldiers blessed by evil energy boarded ten keel airships and flew towards the gate of the chasm.
This time, there was no fog covering the gate, and everything could be seen clearly.
Just like last time, there was a round of dragon breath baptism first.
Garrosh's eyes widened. He wanted to see how Bolvar's soldiers could avoid the dragon's breath.
Ten keel airships and fifty dragon heads sprayed out flames at the same time, and long dragon breath fell on the city, but it was not enough to cover all areas, leaving a small gap.
The soldiers on the top of the city were calm and unhurried, as if they were emotionless machines. They judged the location of the spit in advance and simply moved to avoid the burning of the dragon's breath.
There was no noise, no panic.
The dragon's breath ignited the hair of many soldiers, but still no soldier panicked. There were also a few soldiers who could not escape and were ignited by the dragon's breath, but remained silent until they were burned to ashes.
Thrall, Vol'jin, and Garrosh were dumbfounded. They had never joined such high-quality soldiers. At this moment, they understood why ten thousand orc soldiers were defeated.
Ten keel airships lowered their ropes, and the orcs, blessed by evil energy and dragon power, climbed onto the city wall one after another. Following the roars of the orcs, the two sides immediately started a fierce battle.
The battle on the city quickly fell into a stalemate.
The management orc soldiers are blessed by evil energy and the power of the dragon. They are extremely powerful in individual combat and have an advantage in numbers, but they are at a disadvantage.
Bolvar's soldiers fought like machines, and every movement was almost perfect, ensuring maximum damage to the enemy while avoiding damage.
What is even more powerful is cooperation. The soldiers formed a neat formation and fought with each other, dividing the orc formation bit by bit, consuming the orc's physical strength, and then gradually eating away at it.
The orc soldiers were cut and surrounded, and found that they were surrounded by their own people, and they were unable to use their strength.
Orcs rely on strong physical fitness.
Bolvar's soldiers relied on meticulous discipline and terrifying combat literacy. The three thousand soldiers were a whole, a machine.
King Varian was frightened and a little scared at the same time.
If Duke Bolvar had not been expelled immediately, these few thousand soldiers alone would have been enough to overthrow the rule of the Wrynn family.
Only Luo Ning saw something fishy. It was impossible for humans to fight like structures, let alone achieve such perfect cooperation.
Anger, fear, timidity, cowardice, uneven intelligence, etc. all affect soldiers' combat.
Only undead creatures can do all this.
Ronin hesitated for a moment, hating Garrosh for throwing him to the ground, so he said nothing.
Seeing that ten thousand soldiers were at a disadvantage, Garrosh almost lost his mind and commanded the last ten thousand soldiers to board the keel airship, intending to wipe out the defenders in one go.
Ten keel airships took off and gradually approached the gate of the chasm.
Ten cannons suddenly appeared on the city wall of Tiancha Gate, and their black muzzles were aimed at the keel airship.