At the beginning of the battle, the orcs gained a huge advantage.
Although most of the siege equipment was damaged and unusable, the orcs still pushed several chariots towards the city wall. The tall chariots were even higher than the city wall.
Trolls are all good at javelin, and the Drakkari trolls are no exception.
Following an order, sparse javelins were thrown from the city wall, crooked and weak, and Garrosh couldn't help laughing.
The orc soldiers were all wearing thick armor, and the wooden javelins could not cause effective damage. The cart successfully approached the city wall. The brave war-song warriors boarded the cart, rounded their battle axes, and rushed up to the city wall howling.
Garrosh felt that the battle was over. The orcs' hand-to-hand combat was terrifying. How could these thin and withered Drakkari trolls be their opponents?
If everything goes well, the next step is to capture the city gate, and then the army enters the fortress.
However, something unexpected happened. The trolls on the city wall showed amazing fighting power. Although they were no match for the orcs alone, they always had a way to separate the orcs and then annihilate them one by one.
The group of orcs who rushed up the city wall were quickly exhausted. Garrosh was surprised, but thought it was nothing. It is estimated that there are a handful of warriors among the Drakkari trolls who are not afraid of death.
In order to capture the fortress in one go, more orc soldiers rushed to the city wall. Seeing that the Drakkari troll was about to be unable to withstand it, suddenly, a green poisonous cloud enveloped the city wall, and the orc soldiers let out a tragic howl.
Countless bloody lines converged towards the highest point of the fortress.
Garrosh looked intently at the top of the Clone Fortress, and saw a huge wind snake looming in the clouds and mist. It was a wind snake with bright blood-red scales.
Every bloody line was the life of an orc. Not long after, the dried orc corpses were thrown off the city wall. The morale of the orc army was low, and the Drakkari trolls on the city wall burst into cheers.
The Loa god responsible for the defense of Darklon Fortress, Prophet Salonya, finally took action. He flapped his wings, took a deep look at Garrosh who was supervising the battle, and quickly disappeared.
"Damn! What should I do?"
Prophet Salonya's attack was expected. Without the help of the red dragon clan, Garrosh had no choice. He hurriedly grabbed a Dalaran mage and shouted without hope:
"Useless idiot, tell me how to kill this damn wind snake?"
The Dalaran mage was so frightened that he trembled all over: "General, according to our research, Prophet Salonya must rest for a period of time to digest each time he uses blood siphon."
Garrosh's eyes suddenly lit up: "Very good, this time is enough for our army to invade the fortress and chop this damn wind snake into meat paste."
One general's achievements lead to thousands of bones being withered. Garrosh was inexperienced and blindly arrogant. He did not learn about the flaws and weaknesses of Prophet Salonya in advance, but as long as he learned the lesson, it was still too late.
Garrosh gave an order, and a large number of orcs rushed onto the city wall.
The Drakkari trolls once again demonstrated their astonishing fighting power. They held on for a long time before falling into a disadvantage. At the critical moment when the orc army was about to take over the city wall, bursts of screams suddenly came out.
Colorful poisonous snakes appeared on the city wall, and they only bit the orcs. The orcs who attacked the city wall quickly died of the poison. The Drakkari trolls have certain resistance to this poison. This time, they did not even spare the corpses.
The orc corpses were eaten on the city walls.
Garrosh was shaking with anger. He clearly saw the frightened eyes of the orc soldiers. Their morale was seriously low and they were already in a state of panic.
Because of his contempt for the Drakkari trolls and his failure to inquire about good news in advance, it led to many consequences. Garrosh once again captured a Dalaran mage. Before Garrosh could ask questions, this Dalaran mage
He immediately replied:
"Dakkari trolls believe in voodoo and can drive all kinds of poisons. In addition to poisonous snakes, there are also spiders, scorpions, ice worms, etc. The furbolgs in Grizzly Bear Hills have special restraint methods."
Garrosh was so angry that he almost fainted, so he could only order the orc army to withdraw temporarily, and sent people to buy voodoo powder from the furbolgs.
It just takes a lot of time for Prophet Salonya to complete digestion and can activate the blood siphon again.
The furbolgs in the Grizzly Hills were also wary of the orcs. They visited many camps before asking a middleman to buy enough powder. By the time they brought the powder back to the camp, it was already dinner time.
Garrosh's dinner was a pandaren, a young disciple from the Shado-Pan Monastery. The angry Garrosh was about to tear the pandaren into pieces when he heard the panda disciple loudly say:
"General, I have something to say. It won't be too late to eat after I finish speaking."
Garrosh rolled his eyes. He had no appetite anyway, so he simply listened to what the panda had to say, so he said, "Okay, you tell me."
The young pandaren realized the chance of survival and said hurriedly and seriously: "General, you have been fooled. This is the conspiracy of the Drakkari trolls. They are leading you to destruction step by step."
"Young Pandaren, do you know what a conspiracy is?" Garrosh said with a cruel smile.
The Pandaren said stubbornly: "I have been familiar with military books and strategies since I was a child. It is said in the military books that only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you always win the battle. The Drakkari trolls know the orcs very well, but the general does not pay enough attention to the Drakkari trolls.
That’s why we suffered today’s defeat.”
Garrosh sneered: "Stupid Pandaren, you don't understand anything. I already have enough powder. Tomorrow, as long as I survive a life siphon and sacrifice some soldiers, I will be able to break through their fortress and destroy all of them."
Kalai trolls turn into food.”
The young pandaren shook his head and said: "General, you only see what's in front of you, but you don't know how many tricks the Drakkari trolls have that are useless, and the orc army can no longer hold on. Don't forget, there are more than one in the Zul'Drak Empire.
Loa gods, they are just temporarily showing weakness."
Garrosh took a breath. Although he was cunning and insidious enough, it was a pity that he was only one person and had not yet established a think tank. It was inevitable that there would be some ill-considered things.
The Pandaren advised again: "General, if I were you, I would withdraw my troops immediately. If I can preserve some of my strength, wait for the reinforcements to arrive. It will not be too late to make a comeback."
Garrosh was moved, and the Pandaren's words made him see the light.
Without the reminder of this panda, I'm afraid it would have been lost here, and all ambitions and dreams would have disappeared.
Garrosh turned around and looked at the pandaren with a ferocious smile:
"Young little guy, let me teach you a cruel experience. Don't try to beg for mercy from the person who ate you, because it is meaningless. Unfortunately, you have no chance to repent."
Garrosh opened his bloody mouth, and pierced the young panda's neck with his sharp fangs, tearing it into pieces bit by bit. Seeing him remorsefully being tortured, wailing in pain and begging for mercy, his heart was filled with joy, and he gulped.
Devouring flesh and blood.
The annoyance in his heart was relieved, and Garrosh's appetite became better.
That night, Garrosh's army withdrew overnight.
"It's strange that Garrosh, a savage orc, has become smart."
Wo'jin was surprised when he received the news. He hesitated for a long time, but greed finally got the upper hand. Wo'jin took out a bag and poured a pile of powder into the basin.
This is the dust of the bones and bones of thousands of dead people.