World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

A white figure stood on the cliff, overlooking the world below. From this position, there are sweeping views of the city and surrounding countryside. As far as the eye can see, there is nothing but darkness. It is a brown wave that can sweep across this continent. It can flood the earth, destroy houses, and turn everything it passes through into red.

"Warchief, news from Chief Blackhand says that the Darkspear Trolls are gaining the upper hand in the western wilderness in the south. Their gods have resurrected a large number of the dead. The army of the Kingdom of Stormwind is now stuck in that quagmire."

Garrosh said softly: "Now, the territory of the Kingdom of Stormwind has been divided into three parts, the western wilderness, the northern part of Redridge Mountain, and Stormwind City."

"Chief Ner'zhul wants to take the shaman to the Blackrock Mountains in the northwest of Redridge Mountains. He feels the powerful elemental power, and he hopes to get some reinforcements there."

"And Chief Blackhand thinks we should concentrate our forces to capture Stormwind City first and capture their capital."

"Just do what Black Hand said." Nergo stared quietly into the distance, and he seemed to see the white city.

"Pass an order and let the Blackstone Clan and the Bloodring Clan be the vanguard. We will use artillery to bring some tribal strength to these stupid and backward natives."

Nergo roared, shocking the surrounding mountains and buildings, sending out equally loud echoes.

Below him, the brown tide surged and rippled, and countless faces looked up at the same time. Every member of the tribe was fully armed and stood still, looking up at the lonely storm high above.

They roared and raised their weapons high. Under the flags of each clan, the members of the tribe let out excited shouts.

So, one year after the Dark Portal opened, the entire Kingdom of Stormwind became silent.

The refugees they thought had finally revealed their true colors. In front of these nobles of the Stormwind Kingdom who had been comfortable for a long time, what they saw was an extremely terrifying army.

Outside the Elwynn Forest, thousands of tribal soldiers fought their way out of the Elwynn Forest. They wore black and red armor, held incomprehensible weapons, and pushed the steel chariots. The iron chains pulled the The sound of the car, the rumble of wheels rolling over the grass, and as they got closer and closer, the thundering drums and angry roars rang in everyone's ears.

When this wave broke out of the forest, every human was shocked. They formed a formation outside Stormwind City and surrounded the city, leaving only a port.

"Aren't there only thirty thousand of them?"

Thirty thousand? Lothar's adjutant Gwenrad, who was still in Stormwind City, has now been appointed commander. He looked at the orcs rushing out of the forest.

"There are more than 30,000 orcs. Even 300,000 or 3 million are possible. We were deceived. Khadgar is right. They are not refugees at all!" Gwenrad gritted his teeth and looked at the tribal army. Flag, he called his attendants, "Go quickly and inform the king so that his majesty will be ready to evacuate."

"I guess they are about to attack." Gwenrad said: "The archers are ready!"

He wanted to teach the orcs a lesson with a hail of arrows when they attacked.

Sure enough, his guess was correct, the orcs did launch an attack.

But what he didn't guess correctly was that the orcs' attack method was different from the wars they had been exposed to in the past.

On a hill opposite, Black Hand's steady voice spread to the ears of everyone around him.

"Artillery is ready, musketeers are ready, target the walls of Stormwind City, fire."

Since the beginning of the war, he has been studying the structure of Stormwind City's walls day and night. Thirteen shamans have taken turns to cast vision spells to observe Stormwind City's defenses for him. At this moment, for him, it can be said that Stormwind City's city defenses have been kept in mind.

Thus, the confrontation between the first human kingdom and the orcs from another world began.

Under the city, there are tens of thousands of troops from the Blackstone Clan and the Bleeding Ring Clan combined, equipped with a full 300 artillery pieces and commanded by Black Hand.

There are also dozens of Gorons left for the black hand as a trump card for this battle, just in case.

Since the unification of Draenor, the orcs have had no natural enemies, and there are more and more fertile and adult orcs. In the past, a clan only had thousands of warriors. Now the Blackrock clan alone will go all out regardless of the consequences. The number of explosive troops can reach nearly 70,000-80,000.

On the city wall, there are only about 20,000 people in Stormwind City, as well as a city defense force composed of more than 9,000 temporarily recruited militiamen.

At this moment, Gwenrad, who was sitting on the city wall, couldn't help but frown when he saw this scene.

Why haven't the orcs attacked yet? Weapons such as archers and ballistae cannot hit at this range.

I saw a roaring sound, and the flames of death were rained down on the humans at the top of the city.

The worst thing is that the tribe's artillery seems to have eyes, and their shells are bombing important locations such as Stormwind Fortress and Griffin Tower.

In an instant, thick smoke covered the sky, and flames rose into the sky. The city was in chaos.

Inside the palace.

The nobles were even more confused.

"Your Majesty, the orcs are ferocious and there are so many of them that Stormwind City may not be able to hold on."

"Your Majesty, why not take a boat to the Western Wilderness? Marshal Lothar still has 50,000 troops in the Western Wilderness, which is enough to ensure your Majesty's safety."

"His Majesty……"

"His Majesty……"

One sound, one sentence.

After a while, the nobles transformed themselves into "Dark Spear Trolls" and helped Ryan plan his escape plan clearly. From south to north, there were even some who said they would go west to become the Pirate King. They all had their own unique plans.

"I'm not going anywhere! We will fight off this attack just like before and never give up before reinforcements arrive. As long as the king holds the throne and the soldiers hold on to their positions, Stormwind City will remain standing." Ryan picked up the warhammer beside the throne. , "It has been 1,200 years since the Wrynn family took charge of this land. The trolls have not been able to destroy us, the gnolls have not been able to destroy us, and now the orcs can't do it either!"

Ryan stood up and glared at the nobles, "Today, all nobles will follow me, put on armor and pick up weapons. Anyone who escapes from battle will be beheaded!"

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"Damn it, how can their artillery hit so far!"

It's not that Gwenrad has never seen artillery. In the ancient times of Azeroth, before the Troll Empire, Azeroth already had firearms, but they were not used in large quantities.

Tens of thousands of years have passed, and the role of artillery has been known to the world, but almost no one except dwarves, dwarfs, and goblins will develop them.

Why? Just because your income from studying artillery and muskets is so small that someone who spends several years training a knight can cut you to pieces.

But the orcs, a bunch of aliens, have actually developed artillery to such an extent, which is really incredible.

But the orcs' attack went far beyond that.

Black Hand ordered: "Call the iguanas and let them dig tunnels and dig in using earthwork methods."

His adjutant Orgrim nodded, "You want to use iguanas to capture the outer wall?"

Blackhand shook his head, "Their city walls are too fragile. Gronn and artillery are enough to deal with them. I want you to follow the iguana people to fight out from underground, raid their palaces, and create chaos."

To capture the thief, capture the king first. Blackhand obviously understands this principle.