Chapter 1846: The Last Bipedal Dragon II Thanks for the Monthly Pass
The goblin was frightened by Arthur Rock's momentum and couldn't help but take a step back, pointing at the soldiers surrounding him and saying:
"Because of your refusal, they will all die."
Arthur Rock clenched his fists and said impassionedly:
"Everyone will die, but if you die in a worthy and worthwhile way, our death to save Azeroth is more precious than a thousand suns."
The goblin smiled sarcastically: "Very well, orc, I see your choice."
Immediately afterwards, the goblin turned his head and looked at the soldiers:
"What about you? Are you willing to marry more beautiful wives and sacrifice your young and precious lives for the sake of your superior's promotion and wealth?"
As brave as an orc is, he is also afraid of death.
The endless kobolds outside the fence all had their eyes widened, and many of them stuck out their tongues, drooling yellow saliva.
A soldier looked pale, but still clenched his fists bravely:
"For Azeroth, for the Horde, and for the Warchief, I am willing to die at the crossroads."
The goblin was a little angry and shouted sarcastically:
"You idiots, don't you understand? Your death is just to let a few people enjoy luxury, put shackles on your heads, bully you severely, squeeze you, trample on your last bone, and then
Call me trash, the braver you are in fighting, the stronger the shackles around your neck will be."
Arthur Rock became angry and shouted:
"Get out, little goblin, the orcs will not be bewitched by you, put away your wishful thinking, our courage cannot be doubted."
The little goblin laughed and jumped on the back of the flying dragon:
"Atherok, I believe in your bravery, but I want to tell you that an air force has been assembled and the wyverns of Orgrimmar have been stopped. You can't escape."
Arthur Rock's expression remained unchanged and he said decisively:
"Do you think this can shake my determination? Dirty goblin, you will never understand the courage of the orcs."
The flying dragon left with the little goblin. Arthur Rock stood on the hillside and glanced at the young faces of the soldiers:
"The goblin is right, the crossroads has become an isolated city, there will be no reinforcements, we can only fight bravely until the last drop of blood is shed. Warriors, die here with me, for Azeroth,
For the tribe, for the warchief."
Seeing that the commander was so brave and looked down upon death, all the soldiers were infected with fanaticism, and they shouted with all their strength:
"For the tribe, for the warchief!"
Shortly after the goblins left, the kobolds attacked.
Just as Thrall expected, the king appeared among the originally chaotic kobolds.
For example, they knew how to use sticks and stones as weapons.
The first group of kobolds did not rush to attack, but held burning torches and threw them at the fence surrounding the intersection.
Soon, the wooden fence was set on fire, and the orcs wanted to attack, but the kobolds quickly escaped.
Several Darkspear trolls threw javelins, the kobolds left a few corpses behind, and the rest successfully withdrew their team.
Arthur Rock hurriedly organized firefighting and prevented the fire from spreading. The fence was burned to pieces and completely useless.
I saw a large group of kobolds gathering together and barely forming a formation.
The kobolds at the front were holding sticks, while those at the back were holding rocks. The formation was loose and undisciplined, making people laugh.
But no orc could laugh out loud, and the overwhelming number of kobolds weighed heavily on everyone's heart.
Arthur Rock believes that kobolds are known for their timidity, and will flee as long as the number of casualties exceeds a certain number.
To this end, Arthur Rock arranged his soldiers in a triangle formation and divided his troops as two-wing cover, preparing for a head-on confrontation with the kobolds.
The battle began, and the kobolds tiptoed toward the intersection.
Arthur Rock roared angrily and took the lead in charging with his battle ax.
The first kobold had no time to scream, and was beheaded by Arthur Rock. The head that rolled down still showed a look of horror.
The orcs inserted themselves into the kobold formation like sharp knives. The kobold formation was like paper, and was instantly smashed to pieces.
Most kobolds fled for their lives, but only a few bravely fought.
Suddenly, the rumble of war drums sounded, and Arthur Rock clearly felt the kobold's momentum change.
The escaping kobolds turned around almost at the same time, their eyes dull, and they pounced on the nearest orc like crazy.
Use sticks, stones, or even teeth to bite off a piece of meat and chew it hard.
The pressure on the orcs' formation instantly doubled. Arthur Rock relied on a few reliable cronies to coordinate operations and retreat skillfully.
A qualified officer must remain rational at all times. While Arthur Rock loudly encouraged morale, he moved around with his cronies, leaving the greatest pressure to the friendly forces around him.
Since then, the friendly forces around him have suffered heavy casualties. Not only have Arthur Rock's cronies not been injured, they can even maintain their physical strength.
The battle has entered a stalemate stage. The orcs' physical fitness is much better than that of the kobolds. Unfortunately, they will get tired and make mistakes.
Many orcs were pressed to the ground by dozens of kobolds, and more kobolds surrounded him, tearing at his flesh and blood.
Many orcs entered a violent state due to extreme nervousness, and rushed into the kobolds like a whirlwind. Although they successfully fought their way out, they never came back.
Seeing more and more soldiers falling, Arthur Rock knew that defeat would only happen sooner or later.
At this moment, an officer came to Arthur Rock. He was a young light-forged orc named Rylost.
"Sir, look over there, is that the leader of the kobolds?"
Arthur Rock touched the blood on his face and followed Rylost's instructions.
I saw the densest place where kobolds were. Hundreds of kobolds were carrying a broken wooden platform, like a raft, floating in the ocean of kobolds.
There was a kobold sitting on the raft, which was twice as big as the other kobolds. He wore bright feathers on his head and a bone necklace around his neck.
There was a big drum standing next to the feathered kobold, and four kobolds were beating happily.
"Yes, he is indeed the leader of the kobolds. What do you think?"
Relost whispered:
"Sir, there is a tauren in our team who is our ration. I saved him. He is willing to lead the charge and kill this guy with bright feathers directly."
Arthur Rock estimated that the distance between him and the kobold leader was less than a kilometer, but there were thousands of kobolds in between.
"Are you sure?" Arthur Rock asked.
Relost laughed and spat out a rotten and bloody tooth: "How will you know if you don't try?"
"Okay, I'll divide my troops to cover you and reduce your pressure." Arthur Rock nodded.
Arthur Rock assigned two teams to storm the main kobold formation.
Relost led his team, consisting of a tauren, about twenty or thirty orcs, and five trolls, preparing to attack the kobold leader.
The tauren let out a deafening roar and launched a fierce charge, cutting a path through the kobolds.
After exhausting the last of his strength, the tauren successfully advanced for more than 500 meters for the team, and finally collapsed from exhaustion. A group of kobolds pounced on him, tearing at his flesh and blood.
Relost's team bypassed the tauren who were being devoured, and the three orcs entered a berserk state, serving as the vanguard to harvest the lives of the kobolds.
Arthur Rock watched this small team closely and cleverly conserved his strength.