Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 381: Answer me!

To be honest, this is not the first time Orgrim has seen this thing.

It was this mechanical creation that he could not understand that killed countless of Zul'jin's men. It also turned a long-distance raid that could have been written into a textbook into a ridiculous empty run.

The red lights all over the mountains were eye-catching and dazzling. It seemed meaningless, but it was announcing danger to every orc.

What to do?

"Attack! This thing is not dangerous!" said a centurion.

According to previous experience, this is indeed the case. These ghost things that are scattered all over the mountains and fields may be able to blow out hidden trolls, but they themselves are not aggressive. Perhaps in the eyes of humans, this thing is no different from the crude axes made by orcs themselves.

The centurion led the charge, rushing forward and kicking a screaming monster spirit.

I watched the demon spirit fly away like a broken ball.

If it were in the past, his experience would be correct and there would be nothing wrong with him doing so.

Now...

"Bang——"

With a loud bang, the demon spirit exploded.

The huge impact blew the centurion, whose weight including armor weighed more than three hundred or four hundred kilograms, away. The flying iron pieces covered his entire ugly face and he was blinded instantly.

What's even more terrifying is that although the armor blocked the fatal blow for him, the explosion still blew off one of his legs.

A centurion who was little known in the Blackrock Clan was laid off just like that.

At this moment, the demon spirits rushing in front of them suddenly accelerated and rushed towards the tribal army.

"No! Stop them."

How to stop it?

the Horde only now discovered that most of the trolls, who were good at long-range attacks, had already been killed.

If you have some courage, you can just throw away the only weapon in your hand and maybe you can save your life. If you get really close, even if the explosion is not too strong, it is enough to break the arms and legs of any orc.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Accompanied by continuous explosions, the elf ranger on the opposite side began to shoot arrows at the wooden wall again.

Suicide bombings, even before Duke traveled through time, were still an almost unsolvable problem. The only problem for Duke was that he had not yet found the remote detonation technology. These demons that rushed forward were all equipped with bombs, and Duke used the system to control the magician's hand to directly detonate them.

Even so, it was enough to make Orgrim's scalp tingle.

It's not an attack.

It's not like not attacking.

The losses are already huge.

the Horde was not afraid of sacrifice, but what the Horde feared most was this fruitless soft knife cutting flesh. Ten thousand people had died in total, and apart from demolishing six wooden walls of the alliance, almost no one was killed.

Including the trolls' javelins, the casualties on the Alliance side definitely did not exceed 300.

The huge casualty ratio made the orcs feel uneasy.

There were only about 30,000 people left along the way to Orgrim. Now there are only about 20,000 left, and many of the orcs are in low morale. How can we fight?

Duke, standing on the tower, was very patient. He had not yet made a direct move. Or rather, it was not yet the time for him to make a move.

The elite core members of Orgrim did not move, and those 10,000 people were the last elite members of the Blackrock Clan.

These 10,000 people were not simple. The system AI rarely reminded Duke that these guys actually had good magic resistance. Not only fire resistance, but also some frost and arcane resistance, which almost covered most of the mainstream magic.

The one that Duke was most unsure of was Orgrim himself. Physical classes were different from magic classes. Mages were divided into five levels: Earth, Sky, master, Archmage, and Dawn Sun. The physical classes were very vague, and were generally divided into the realms of good players, strong men, and heroes.

According to Alleria, it seems that people like her who enter the hero realm will awaken certain traits. For example, she specialized in speed and agility, and then awakened additional wind attributes at the Storm Altar.

Orgrim... If we don't find a chance to force him to use his full strength, I'm afraid he won't know.

Originally Duke wanted to wait until the elite of the Horde died, but a line of system prompts startled him.

"Send the order! Send the Silver Hand to appear."

As the drawbridge was lowered, the huge east gate of Lordaeron, which had been repaired in a hurry, opened with a rumble. A cavalry of several thousand people rushed out of the gate and stopped less than a kilometer away from Orgrim's rear army.

The brilliant holy light of the Paladin can be clearly seen from a long distance.

The Knights of the Silver Hand were not numerous, in fact less than half a regiment, only 60 people. Moreover, the most capable Uther was not there, and the only ones leading the team were Tirion Fordring and Gavinrad, two first-generation paladins.

The holy light of the Paladin blinded the eyes of the tribal scouts. Thousands of Alliance knights did not attack, but stood at the side and rear of the Horde.

After that guy crawled to Orgrim to report, Orgrim's face suddenly darkened.

He immediately realized that Duke was trying to persuade him to quit.

"Warchief, we can't retreat! The humans are really capable of that. They attacked early in the morning." Orgrim's deputy Sabek shouted.

"I know."

Orgrim was very hesitant. Duke's tactical strategy was very clear, that is, to kill the elite of the Horde to the maximum extent. Duke, who never sticks to a city or a place, is only interested in killing people, but now he comes to persuade the Horde in the east to retreat. It is obvious that there must be a problem in the alliance. Duke must give up the price of annihilating the eastern legion of the Horde and concentrate on encircling and annihilating the west.

But what is that variable?

Orgrim didn't know.

Now, he was extremely envious of the Alliance's communication methods. This allowed high-level commanders to quickly grasp changes in the situation. Unlike the backward communication methods of the Horde, almost everything had to be delivered by sending people in person.

Now it depends on whether Orgrim will gamble or not.

Even though Orgrim knew that the human cavalry behind his army was definitely not elite, he could not ignore the existence of this force. It would be very dangerous to attack blindly. Once the number of tribes dropped to 10,000, it seemed that the attack from both sides a few days ago would definitely happen again.

"Damn it!" The huge hammer of destruction slammed into the ground, creating a huge hole in the ground.

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Led by hundreds of demon spirits with flashing red lights, nearly three thousand elven rangers came down from the wooden wall and slowly advanced forward while shooting arrows amid the explosions.

Orgrim also discovered that not every demon spirit would explode. However, every one of these flashing red lights looked exactly the same...

Orgrim suddenly did something that surprised all his guards. He actually rushed to the front of the formation.

His huge roar penetrated the chaotic battlefield and reached the alliance formation.

"Edmund Duke! Answer me - are you in cahoots with Gul'dan!?"