Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 143: Siege 2

Amid the rumbling of the earth, the green frenzy split into three. Sharp battle axes shone fiercely in the sun. Looking down from the sky, it looked like a huge trident had grown in Elwynn Forest.

Lothar raised his left hand slightly and brought it down quickly and forcefully.

"Thump, thump, thump!" After a strange sound of loosening the capstan, ten baskets of rubble were thrown out from the ten catapult towers behind Lothar that were higher than the highest outer city wall.

The irregular gravel packed in a pocket scattered in midair, making a chilling whistling sound. A few seconds later, under the effect of gravity acceleration, the gravel instantly enveloped a large area of surging green tide like a violent storm.

It's not like the orcs haven't used catapults before, but they've never seen them used like this. Normally, the orcs wouldn't even look at these fist-sized pieces of gravel. But now, at high speed, the gravel has become a deadly weapon.

The face of the unlucky person who was hit was deformed first, and then the cheeks and jaw bones were crushed under the huge impact, along with the fangs that were extended. The impact brought the head and the burly body to stop the body from moving at high speed, and it began to recoil in an instant. In this process, the skull was instantly transformed into countless pieces stuck together by flesh and blood, and the brain burst out, and the neck bones were also broken at the same time.

After the orc was blown back, his body fell down and became cold.

Most of those hit either die instantly or have their internal organs smashed to pieces by the heavy blow, with the vomited blood mixed with large amounts of internal organ fragments, and death is only a matter of time.

The humans' long-range firepower was so fierce that Chieftain Blackhand and Orgrim narrowed their eyes.

This was just the beginning, as Lothar drew out his sword and slammed it down to the ground.

A whoosh sound was heard simultaneously from the three-layer city wall and the gaps between the walls.

Normally, it is difficult to associate a humming sound with a dark sky, but after this humming sound, the entire sky darkened.

Orgrim subconsciously raised his head and saw a huge black rain rising above the huge human city. He immediately recognized that it was the javelin of the despicable humans.

This is the greatest blasphemy to the brave tribal warriors.

Many soldiers died not in battle, but from this strange and disgusting javelin. Once shot, if you use too much force, the javelin head or the fragile part of the javelin shaft will remain in your body. In hot weather, even if you use a dagger to dig out the javelin head, the wound will easily rot.

Orgrim had personally witnessed several warriors being dragged to death in this way.

"Damn it! If there is a shaman..." Orgrim could only mutter in his heart.

The traditional shamans of the Horde had been replaced by more evil and sinister warlocks. Now there was not even a shaman who could perform healing in the entire Horde's expeditionary force. What made Orgrim even more furious was that he received a piece of news.

His best friend, Durotan, Chieftain of the Frostwolf Clan, visited him two days ago with his wife Draka.

A few months ago, because he suspected that Gul'dan had a treacherous deal with the devil, Gul'dan took the initiative to use the chieftain Blackhand to exile Durotan and the Frostwolf clan from the Horde to the remote icy land of Alterac Valley.

But two days ago, Durotan told him of Gul'dan's betrayal.

Orgrim vowed that Gul'dan's actions would be punished, and sent one of his guards to see Durotan and his family off.

Gul'dan has been missing recently, and I don't think he's been seen in public for more than two months. Orgrim asked Blackhand to punish Gul'dan and the Shadow Council, but Blackhand ruthlessly refused.

This made Orgrim even more dissatisfied. All he needed was a reason to explode...

Looking at Blackhand's clumsy command, Orgrim felt like vomiting.

A torrential rain of javelins came towards them, and the orc brigade charging in the front seemed to have hit an invisible wall head-on. In an instant, they fell down in large numbers like harvested wheat.

The grass was in a mess, with the bodies of orc soldiers nailed to the ground scattered everywhere.

Before the battle, Orgrim had already strongly advised that the soldiers should be equipped with thick enough shields, after all, siege is different from field battle. But what did Blackhand say?

"The invincible orc warriors are not afraid of this vile javelin."

This is simply using orc soldiers to fill a death pit that can never be filled!

The Dark Portal has been inexplicably closed, Gul'dan is missing again, and the orc expedition has no backup. The warriors of the Horde are dying one by one, and Blackhand is still wasting the lives of the warriors like this! ?

Orgrim gnashed his fangs.

"The city is broken!?" A surprised shout suddenly came from the front.

Orgrim instinctively felt that something was wrong. It was too easy. How could the defense line that humans had set up for so long be broken so easily? The heavy losses in the town before Stormwind were still fresh in Orgrim's memory.

Blackhand waved his rocky fist triumphantly and shouted, "See! The warriors of the Horde are invincible."

Nearly a thousand orcs rushed in through the wooden gate that had been knocked open, and Orgrim immediately realized something was wrong. When a large number of orcs rushed in, a steel fence as thick as an orc's thigh suddenly fell from the gate.

The next moment, flames shot up into the sky.

Suddenly, the entire battlefield was filled with the desperate howls of thousands of orcs screaming at the same time.

Yes! That was the urn used to lure the enemy. It was filled with whale fat. When waiting for a large number of orcs to rush in, the human soldiers lowered the enhanced "thousand-pound gate" and set it on fire...

The orcs were indeed brave warriors, but in front of the ten-meter-high steep wall and the thousands of javelin throwers and spearmen waiting in battle array, any climb was doomed to be futile. Countless torches were thrown down, easily turning the entire city into a hell of fire.

The screams of the ambushed orcs even stopped those orcs outside who were trying to climb the city wall with crude wooden ladders.

"Hahaha! Well cooked!" Although the smell of burnt barbecue could still be clearly smelled into his nostrils through the face towel prepared in advance, King Llane still seemed very excited and loudly praised Duke's brilliant plan.

The tragic loss made the chief's face as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Retreat!" Rarely, Blackhand ordered a withdrawal.

Then, for seven consecutive days, the Horde launched fierce attacks on Stormwind again and again, leaving behind at least three thousand corpses every day. However, the best result of the Horde was just to capture the second city wall.

The situation took a turn for the better on the eighth day.

"We found a way to capture Stormwind City!"