The Iron War Scorpions pounced into the Alliance cavalry troops, and suddenly a wave of people fell on their backs.
The alliance's cavalry still maintained good discipline and surrounded the Steel War Scorpion to attack. Unfortunately, in front of this steel monster, all weapons were useless and they could only be slaughtered mercilessly.
The cavalry unit blocking the orcs' return was forcibly torn open. General Nazgrin was overjoyed when he saw this, and hurriedly directed the tired Kor'kron orcs to move closer to the Iron War Scorpion.
Unexpectedly, the Iron War Scorpion did not distinguish between friend and foe, and raised its butcher knife at the approaching orc.
The ancestral dragon Galakas dived towards the rebels on both sides, spitting out a stream of dragon breath, and a large number of the Alliance and Horde soldiers who were mixed together died immediately.
Two monsters joined the battle, and the Alliance and the Horde fell into chaos. The command system gradually lost its function, and the soldiers on both sides were fighting for their lives.
"Charge, advance, kill for me, for the Kingdom of Stormwind." Varian ordered loudly, and then whispered to Sylvanas:
"The situation of the battle is not good. Both sides are stirring up a pot of porridge. Run away quickly."
Sylvanas smiled lightly and said: "Your troops have become a rebel army, and the army of the Forsaken still maintains its formation."
Varian looked intently at the battlefield. Because the Alliance and the Horde were in chaos, there was no orc general to organize an attack on the high ground.
On the top of the cliffs, the Forsaken Archers stand condescendingly, constantly harvesting the lives of the orcs.
"What about the two monsters?" Varian asked. It was a good thing that the Forsaken did not join the rebellion, but if you want to win, you must destroy the two monsters.
Sylvanas smiled and said: "I will not be as reckless as you, and I will never fight an uncertain battle."
On the back of the ancestor dragon Galakas is the current leader of the Dragonmaw clan, Garrosh's woman Zaira. This violent female orc yelled crazily:
"Burn, burn, let this world be filled with the fury of the orcs."
The flames of Galakrond spewed out by Galakas burned fiercely, and the Alliance soldiers brought out the crossbows used to deal with the dragon, and took advantage of Galakas' dive to launch them. The two-meter-long crossbow arrows had long chains, although
It successfully hit Galakas' wings, but unfortunately it only shook its body and was unable to penetrate the membrane wings.
Zaira directed Galakas to fly towards the crossbow, and the flames of Galakrond swallowed up the last hope of the Alliance soldiers.
"Dance under the flames, you bunch of trash and dolls." Zaira shouted proudly.
Then, Zaira set her sights on the Forgotten archers on the top of the mountain. Although they were wearing Alliance uniforms, their identities had already been exposed.
"Little baby, let these withered bones turn into ashes. All those who betrayed the chief will die."
Galakas took off again, took a deep breath to brew the dragon's breath, and began to dive downwards, aiming for the nearest cliff.
Just halfway through the dive, Zaira noticed black holes of artillery appearing on the cliff.
"That's a ballista!"
The cannon body is black, and the muzzle carries a strong green aura, which is obviously the power of evil energy.
Ballistas from the Burning Legion, or made using Legion technology.
It was too late to stop the dive at this moment, so I had no choice but to rush forward, hoping that Galakas' membrane wings could block the ballistae.
Boom!
With a loud noise, the ballista was filled with green, and a long chained crossbow arrow was shot out, piercing deeply into Galakas's wings.
Galakas groaned in pain, and the brewing dragon's breath was sprayed out.
Immediately afterwards, more ballistae appeared on the cliff. With the roar of artillery fire, Galakas was continuously hit. The Forgotten tightened the chain of the crossbow. Galakas was finally unable to move and became a figure in the sky.
A living target, Zaira saw this, glared fiercely in Sylvanas' direction, helplessly tore open the teleportation scroll and disappeared.
Due to the continuous bombardment, Galakas was unable to maintain his flight and fell into the chaos of the Alliance and Horde, letting out a painful cry.
Sylvanas said proudly: "These ballistae are used to deal with the Aspect Dragon. They are the latest technology from the Burning Legion."
To be able to obtain the technology of the Burning Legion would be a betrayal of Azeroth for an ordinary person, but for Sylvanas, Varian would only be envious.
The ground trembled, and four tall demon statues rushed out of the Forsaken camp, crossed the vast battlefield, and pounced on the rampaging steel scorpions.
The weapon of the golem is a war hammer. Four golems surround the Iron War Scorpion. The hammers fall like raindrops, and the Iron War Scorpion's body makes a sound of damage.
Varian was stunned and asked in surprise: "Where did these golems come from?"
Sylvanas curled her lips in disdain and said with some distress:
"Like the ballistae, it is the property of the blood elves. Prince Kael'thas had to seek refuge with the Burning Legion for the continuation of the blood elves. He obtained the ballistae and golem technology from the burning legion. The revival of the blood elves is in sight.
As a result, Kael'thas' rule was unexpectedly overthrown by his tribe. The ballistae was still usable, but these golems could only be thrown into the warehouse to eat ashes due to power issues. I took out a large number of magic gems to make these golems
Like moving."
It seemed that these golems were not cheap. They required a huge amount of wealth and could not be used easily. Varian felt a little relieved.
Sylvanas is so open and honest so that Varian does not have to worry and the cooperation between the two parties can continue.
Under the siege of the golems, the Iron War Scorpion was turned into parts, and the ancestor dragon Galakas was chopped into pieces by the alliance soldiers.
On the wall of Orgrimmar, seeing the overwhelming defeat, Garrosh who was watching the battle was so anxious that his eyes were red, but Gamorr on the side remained calm.
The Kor'kron army finally came to an end. Nazgrim took advantage of the chaos and led a few soldiers to escape back to Orgrimmar. The remaining soldiers were all killed in Razor Hill, and Sylvanas never survived.
Varian regained his strength and commanded the Alliance's army to surround Orgrimmar.
Orgrimmar is built on a mountain, with high mountains at its back and the Raging River on the other side. The city has high walls and thick walls, making it easy to defend but difficult to attack.
But there is also a big flaw. As long as the front and back doors are blocked, everyone in the city can be trapped.
After the victory of the battle, Sylvanas politely handed over the command to Varian. She knew that Varian was accustomed to going his own way and would not learn lessons unless he made mistakes.
The impetuous Varian planned to pursue the victory and capture Orgrimmar in one go.
It happened that the night elves sent a small amount of reinforcements and a large amount of wood.
Varian was overjoyed and ordered his craftsmen to build dozens of siege engines overnight and launched an attack from the main entrance.
There are not many soldiers left in Orgrimmar, and the orcs have always used all the people as soldiers, so there is no situation of relying on the people to defend the city.
With the help of siege equipment, the Union soldiers successfully scaled the city wall.
Just after clearing out the orc defenders, the Alliance soldiers discovered a man sitting on the wall.
This is an orc, naked to the waist, with black cloth strips tied around his eyes. Next to him is a long black sword with a thick blade, more than two meters long, like a door panel.
It's hard to imagine what kind of orc could wield such a giant sword.
Sylvanas saw everything through the telescope and whispered: "The blind sword master of the orcs."