Stormwind God

Half a minute ago, all the rookie orc warriors raised their heads subconsciously. The fastest update, they used a slightly blank helpless expression, and even forgot to raise their shields, bitterly becoming the witness of this wonderful scene in front of them.

It was an enemy dense like a dark cloud.

The gargoyle, almost freed from the shackles of gravity, has the strongest limbs, sharp and dark claws, a devil-like face, and the scariest fierce man flashes in scarlet eyes.

The entire line of defense of the city wall was still bathed in the sun the moment before, but suddenly the sky was dark.

The army, which lacks mobility, is full of passiveness at any time in the face of the flexible soaring air force. In addition to various reasons such as range and hit rate, tribal warriors have been hanged at this time.

Thrall was prepared to bear heavy losses.

Who knows, as the roar of gunfire in the distance behind became more jarring, Thrall discovered with his amazing dynamic vision that the dwarf had replaced the shell with a larger red shell.

Instead of blasting to the ground, it was thrown into the sky.

It looks like flaming cone-shaped fireworks are blooming in the sky, they break the black death haze with a unique gesture.

Each red round is equivalent to more than a thousand tiny flame warheads.

They poured out their destructive power unscrupulously into everything flying in the sky.

Thal saw with his own eyes that when a shell passed, a gargoyle nearest him was sieved directly. The solid and thick wings of the stone wall are full of small and large holes. The head and chest that were originally broken with a sledgehammer are full of potholes and continuous cracks.

The Hyjal mountain trail, which has a limited flying height and area, is definitely the best place for a magical shell like a dwarf to kill fiercely. One shot goes down, and less than 30 or 40 gargoyles fall from the sky.

The dense and dense group of gargoyles seemed to be dark clouds. After several rounds of artillery fire, they suddenly became scarred.

Many gargoyles have not completely lost their ability to move after falling from the sky. They still drove their burly bodies toward the wall.

Thrall poked his mouth: "Working!"

"understand!"

Teams of dark spear trolls rushed to the top of the city. They stood behind the orc warriors, stretched their arms longer than the orcs, rounded their arms, and smashed a piece of cobblestone.

In the field of throwing, the troll has a talent far beyond that of orcs.

Jug-sized stones drew straight lines in the air, hitting gargoyles on the ground. "Crack!" There was a continuous crackling of rocks.

"Hahahaha!"

"Cool! Damn cool!"

The orcs and ox warriors cheered loudly even as they stood by the walls of the city. The enemy's misery is their best stimulant.

At this point, the Alliance came.

A small group of knights found Thrall, and he spoke a very awkward orc language: "Her chief, the first line of defense is saturated, and your deputy commander Turalyon hopes that you will temporarily give up the first wall."

"Give up! We've just warmed up! Many great boys behind us haven't even touched the enemy." The Tauren Chief Kane muttered.

Thrall looked at a block of city walls passing by the mountain road, and looked at the death passage in front of which had been filled by corpses, and waved his hand to stop Kane: "No, we have lost the geographical position. We also To defend for a long time, withdraw! "

The ordering knight was relieved: "Please remove the injured tribal warriors first and enter the second line of defense. There will be a dedicated medical team to take care of them. Rest assured, not only the artillery of the dwarves, the sentries of the night elves and blood elves, and The ranger will cover your retreat. "

"Thank you!" Thrall answered humblely.

The knight was ordered to raise a red flag and shook back. Salton felt the artillery fire intensifying behind him.

Hit the sky, hit the ground, the density of the artillery was at least twice as high. Except for a few accidental injuries, 99% of them went to the Burning Legion.

He nodded in satisfaction and let his men cover each other and evacuate.

More than 10,000 tribal fighters were divided into four teams. The three teams evacuated first, and the fourth team evacuated until the previous three teams entered the two gates of the second line of defense.

At this time, the zombies and ghouls rushed up were blocked by the extremely precise and sharp arrow rain.

Abomination and gargoyle were greeted by dwarf artillery and muskets.

The tribe successfully evacuated for less than a hundred lives.

"Hell, just now you should adjust the shooting Zhuyuan and blow up those **** green skins with undead monsters." Parim cursed.

Brian patted his head: "Don't you say it earlier!"

A crowd of dwarves: "..."

But more dwarves looked at several human knights sent by the Alliance's headquarters. The dwarves finally knew what these humans were doing. I'm afraid that their dwarves' brains will be chaotic as soon as they are hot!

On the Burning Legion, fierce arguments erupted.

The dreadlord headed by Anelon thought that it should be slowed down and looked for a countermeasure: "The artillery of the alliance is too sharp. We don't have enough cannon fodder and the terrain is too narrow. Blind attack is not a good way."

Abyss Lord Azgallo sneered at the irony: "Annaceron, have you been in this world for a long time, have you even lost your mind? The Burning Legion has destroyed countless worlds, and this one is no exception."

Anasseron's face sank: "This is the only planet where the Burning Legion has failed more than once. Even Master Sargeras has lost contact here."

Since talking about the boss of their boss, Azgallo couldn't go on: "Since you're so scared, let me take the lead."

The Lord of the Abyss moved his fat, four-legged lower body, lifted the heavy double-headed double-edged great sword, and laughed away.

Anelon stared at Azgalo's back and took a sip: "Stupid! Let you and your hand go down and consume the dwarf's shells."

As one of the first high-end demons to enter this world, the Dreadlord has a better understanding of the fighting power of the Azerothians.

Before the arrival of Archimonde, at the barrier of the undead, if it was not for the Lich to solidify the fortress and condense the [protective cannonball] with a large-scale magic array, I am afraid that the Scourge will be defeated and hit the Lordaeron Already.

If Lordaeron loses, then the entire Lordaeron continent will most likely become a piece of iron again, leaving the Burning Legion unable to start.

Fortunately, Archimonde came.

After a while, when Azgalo's mountainous figure was seen, the human soldiers on the second city wall looked a little bad.

Mograine spit under the city wall: "I thought only the Horde was unlucky ..."