Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

The sky was slightly bright, and thick mist was floating on the sea level. Looking from the coast, the visibility was only a hundred meters at most, which gave the orcs a great advantage in landing.

"The weather is so bad that even the rangers have a hard time seeing targets in the distance!" Sylvanas felt a little uncomfortable. Garen could understand, after all, the weather was not on their side. However, they were not afraid because they had the advantage of terrain.

"When marching and fighting, we must get used to changes in the weather. We must adapt to the weather, rather than letting the weather adapt to us." The eldest sister of Wind Walker preached to her second sister at the right time. As the eldest sister, she was used to worrying about and teaching them.

It's a pity that Alleria chose the wrong time. Garin watched from the side, which made Sylvanas feel a little embarrassed and blamed her sister.

"Oh, yes, yes."

Queen Sylvia responded weakly, and it was obvious that she fell on deaf ears. Aurelia could do nothing about it.

"Watch out, the orcs are coming!"

Garin interrupted the sisters' chat and said that the returning Naga brigade was lurking on the seabed. They sent a signal and the water fluctuations could be heard on the sea surface!

"The entire army is on alert!"

Garin's loud shouting made everyone perk up. Drake, who had recovered, had led the sailors of his Third Fleet to the artillery positions, ready to avenge the red dragon's breath.

Dark shadows began to approach in the thick fog, and then a number of ugly black orc transport ships broke through the thick fog and quickly approached the beach with the help of the tide!

"fire!"

Drake received the order and set fire immediately!

boom!

boom! boom!

The artillerymen didn't need to aim at all. The nearly one hundred orc transport ships were large targets, and they could hit the targets with any artillery fire.

Unfortunately, the effect was minimal. The front armor of these transport ships was very thick, and the artillery fire could only cause explosive damage if it hit the weak points with good luck.

Following the big ship were a large number of small boats. The oars slid quickly in the strong arms of the orcs, passing through the gaps between the big ships and rushing directly onto the beach!

The orcs landed on the beach under artillery bombardment, and then they quickly charged towards the human positions in a scattered formation.

Garin could only see the orcs landing from afar, while the two Windrunners had already started shooting with bows. In their field of vision, they could clearly see the ugly faces of the orcs, holding a variety of weapons, approaching the first line of defense in a black mass!

"Sister, today we will see who can kill more orcs!"

"as you wish!"

The two sisters simply treated the battlefield as a competition venue and agreed to the competition.

Are these two so reckless? At a distance of more than 500 meters, are they playing sniping? The wind at the seaside is so scattered and fierce, is there no need to predict the wind direction?

Alleria tightly grasped the longbow in her hand and pulled out three green arrows from the quiver behind her!

Then came three balls in quick succession.

Sylvanas was not to be outdone. The arrows behind her were red, and she fired three arrows at the same time!

Garin hurriedly took out his engineering telescope and followed the movement of the red and green arrows closely!

All six arrows hit the target!

hiss!

Too much!

It's unreasonable!

Are people from the Wind Walker family so awesome?

It seems that I, Garin, am destined to be in close combat in this life. Even if I use an Frostbolt or Arcane Strike, the maximum range is more than 20 meters. Your 500-meter long-range sniping is amazing!

As the two sisters launched their attack, their wanderer rangers seemed to have received a signal and began to raise their bows and shoot, each looking for a target to attack.

Garin is a little numb. I shouldn't stay here. Our military branches are not suitable. Goodbye.

Garin drew out his sword, and held the Tokalar, whose cracks had been repaired again, in his hand.

"Wait a little longer, old friend. In the near future, I will definitely recast you and bring you to the pinnacle of divine power!"

Moving forward quickly, the musketeers on the second line of defense also began their own shooting. The sound of gunfire was dense, accompanied by smoke and flames rising into the sky from the muzzles. Garin enjoyed this battlefield atmosphere to some extent.

Four years have passed since he obtained the Heart of Origin. He has changed from a prince who stayed in the palace for a long time to a general fighting on the battlefield, and he has adapted quickly.

Bullets were fired at low altitude, and arrows were raining down from mid-air. The first group of orcs who landed on the beach were shot into sieves in just a few dozen breaths. It was a horrible sight.

But the number of orcs was too large, and only fifty of their ships rushed to the beach. Using the steel armor of the ships as cover, the transport ships that remained on the sea continuously transported small wooden boats full of orc soldiers forward.

"Orgrim is quite capable. He used this trick well. It's a pity that this is not Normandy, and I am not the Axis who is fighting desperately."

The orcs behind were not so reckless. They were still frightened by the first batch of orcs who were riddled with arrows. The orcs were brave, but they didn't want to die in such a miserable and aggrieved way.

They began to equip shields, and ships of orcs began to march forward in formation.

"Lower the guns! Target the beach front, incendiary bombs, reload!"

"emission!"

Garin had already arrived behind the first line of defense and heard Drake's order to reload incendiary bombs. This guy is smart and responded quickly. He is also a veteran.

After a burst of artillery roar, a large number of shells fell on the beach. The subsequent explosion brought up a large ball of fire, and then the orcs at the center of the explosion let out a shrill wail!

The orcs' vanguard suffered heavy casualties, but Garin did not let down his guard. After he got closer, he found that the orcs' vanguard were all hard laborers!

In the orc clans, orcs who cannot become qualified warriors will be reduced to hard labor. In some more powerful orc clans, hard laborers are not even considered part of the clan. They are just slaves who work day and night and are the private property of those powerful orcs.

At first, Gul'dan was looked down upon by his own people because of his frail figure and he was almost reduced to a forced laborer. Fortunately, he showed extraordinary talent when learning the elemental powers of shamanism, and was honorably chosen as the apprentice of the shaman elder Ner'zhul.

It can be seen that the orc laborers in the tribe during the war have no personality and dignity. They can only become cannon fodder, consuming the artillery fire and arrows of the Alliance defenders.

This is an open conspiracy. Orgrim is taking advantage of the Alliance's unfamiliarity with the Horde, and thinking that all green-skinned orcs are warriors.

"Sylvanas! Alleria! Stop shooting! All orcs who are less than two meters tall stop long-range shooting! Hand over the melee to the front row!"

Garin was considering the high elves. Shooting with a bow for a long time was extremely tiring for the arms, and they were using longbows at long distances, which consumed even more strength. Garin was worried that they would have arm muscle soreness and retire early before the main force of the orcs arrived.

After all, archers are not musketeers. They are all equipped with two muskets when going into battle and they only have to worry about running out of ammunition!

"This guy Jialin actually asked me to stop shooting, huh!"