Stratholme God

Chapter 167 Rise Up!Working orcs! (seeking a monthly ticket)
There's a big difference between an orc and an orc.

The orcs who strictly enforce the law of the jungle, the first-class clans are the best. They often leave a prominent name in the long history of the orcs, and it has been passed down from ancient times to the present.

They occupy the best hunting grounds, have the most tribesmen, and relatively, even have the strongest physique.

McDonnell found someone to make a rough calculation. Among the first-class clans, the orc fighters of the top-ranking Blackstone clan were on average 20cm taller and weighed 30kg more than the fighters of the second-rate clan who were not worthy of being remembered.

The bigger, first-class clan fighters killed more enemies, and rightfully grabbed the best loot and equipment.

While some Blackrock clan fighters are using the excellent steel weapons of the Black Iron Dwarves, most of the second-rate clan fighters guarding under Silvermoon City are still using stone axes made of wooden sticks tied with stone chips. The gap can be imagined.

Now, under the guidance of several leading parties, these hard-working orcs happily 'found' a weapon mountain three kilometers east of Yangfan Port.

[Yunwei] subconsciously said in the orc language given by the system: "The imperial army please!"

Then he was slapped on the back of the head by the [Blood Crazy] next to him, and cursed in a low voice: "We are the noble Heishi clan! Stand up!"

[Yunwei] suddenly became hardened, bossing around: "These are rewards for you. Get the hell out of me when you're done! Don't wander around!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Several chiefs were intimidated.

How are the orc clans divided into first-rate, second-rate, and third-rate?
Beat it out!

If you don't listen to one sentence, you will be punched, and if you don't agree with two sentences, your whole family will be chopped off.

This is not once or twice, a year or two, this is the beatings that have been going on for thousands of years.

Any first-rate clan that has not wiped out hundreds of middle and small clans is not worthy of being a first-rate clan.

Jiwei can be imagined.

In front of the big bosses of the first-class clan, these younger brothers dare not fart, and they don't even dare to go around this small hill to take a look at Yangfan Port in the west.

Really, you can tell something's not right with just a glance.

It's a pity that at this point in time, there are only a few outliers among the orcs who are as smart and capable as Orgrim, and 99% of the chieftains are stupid.

At the moment when all shamans are either rushing to the streets or living in seclusion, there are not many orcs with brains from top to bottom.

More than 5000 orcs rejoiced, mopping the ground with their hands on their shoulders, and pulled these "gifts left by the great chief" back to the main camp.

The next day, the long ears were stupid.

They found that the orcs in front of them had changed their shotguns.

The orcs of the second-rate clan who were bare-chested yesterday have put on iron left chest protectors to protect their hearts. They also used bark neck protectors on their necks at the suggestion of some mysterious and caring compatriots, as well as the newly arrived leather horn helmets. Even if the defense is not high, at least there is only a horizontal seam left, and it is impossible for a ranger who is not a top-level ranger to shoot an arrow into the seam.

The most outrageous is the improvement of the orc trebuchet.

Orc catapults are notoriously thick and tough.

The accuracy is not good, but the power is great.

If the orc catapult and the elf ballista shoot at each other, the elf must win.

Siege, such a big city is here, as long as the shooting angle is not too low, you can always hit something.

The magic puppets piled up in front of the city wall received the worst beating that day.

"call--"

"Oh!"

Amidst the sharp whistling sound, a meteor hammer the size of a water tank miraculously flew through the air and hit the puppet hard.

The two-story war puppet exploded on the spot like a toy smashed by a warhammer.

Expensive magic crystals turned into bright streamers, and solid metal limbs turned into iron flakes flying all over the sky. Like a shotgun blast, all of them hit the puppets in the back row, and more fragments were firmly embedded in Silvermoon City. You can't pick it out on the gorgeous city wall.

With the help of a mysterious kind-hearted man, the orcs assembled more than five hundred trebuchets that day.Using these iron lumps that were actually failed smelting, they wantonly greeted the puppets under the city.

In just one hour, the elf craftsman swallowed countless war puppets that had been taken out overnight, and almost all of them were scrapped.

Along with it, three more mage towers collapsed.

The operator who used the orb of deceit [Darkness Warblade] yelled after the orcs: "Wow! Let those long ears experience the beauty of the ruins of Silvermoon City in advance! Hahaha!"

It is not surprising that sand sculpture players have this idea. According to historical development, after being crushed by the Scourge, Quel'Thalas destroyed the country. After Kaizi failed to join the alliance, most of the remaining elves took refuge in the tribes of later generations. .

You're going to jump back anyway, who's still used to you?
At the moment when the main force of Orgrim was hit hard, Quel'Thalas in Mai's eyes almost lost all value.

"Lok'Tar!" Amidst the shouts soaring into the sky, the long-eared people once again felt the fear of the green tide.

Thanks to the strength of the mage group led by Councilor Silver Moon, they used a firewall to block the 'vip passage' leading directly to the top of the city because of the collapse of the mage tower, so that Silver Moon City was not captured in one go.

The orcs that came up from the bee pupa still made the elves breathless.

Too much!
Losing the magic puppets as the vanguard, the weak infantry of the high elves were once again exposed to the orcs.

The elf infantry who were rushed to the top of the city in a panic had to fight to the death with the orcs whose equipment had been greatly improved.

"Damn it! What happened?" Cirvanas yelled at the orcs of the second-line clan who were beating chicken blood.

The more stable Aurelia faintly felt something was wrong, why this kind of long-range suppression and then melee equipment crushing style of play felt inexplicably familiar...

As the elite among the elves, the Windrunner sisters abandoned distracting thoughts and devoted themselves to fighting.

It wasn't until night fell that the orcs retreated unwillingly.

In this era, few commanders want to fight at night, especially the orcs.It's dark at night, and they can't distinguish things. The orcs are not well disciplined, and with poor eyesight, it is easy to confuse their own people.

Alleria, who managed to catch her breath, finally knew what happened in Sunsail Port yesterday, and she couldn't help rushing back to the parliament. When she entered the door, she heard the Sun King yelling at Darkan.

"Are you an idiot? You can't wait to blackmail that human before the orc retreats!?" The Sun King threw McDonald's indictment with one hand, and Dalkan's mean-featured, gloomy face that could almost drip ink .

The subtext is: Which one is not a big loss now.Even if you want to make trouble, please at least wait until the orcs are wiped out.

"Did you get your brain eaten by the orcs?" The great magister Belovar was also angry. Being injured by a dog egg, how could it be so easy? Not to mention that his strength was halved. prick.

Darkan was stubborn: "That human has absolutely no good intentions. You see, he turned around and immediately supported the orc."

Oh oh oh!
If sand sculpture players hear it, they will definitely say 'blind student, you hit the spot'!
(End of this chapter)