Toren seemed to realize that his actions were wrong, so he didn't argue with Isma, just rubbed his hands excitedly and urged, "Quick, Isma, blow up those dog offal!" Isma snorted, but the movement of his hand did not stop, and Mali skillfully pulled one of the crossbow arrows that Toren had brought and placed it in the groove on the ballista. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Arthas observed the bolt with great interest—why didn't the dwarves put it in the cellar instead of putting it at the head of the city, which was easily accessible?

The ballista, after all, is nothing more than a large crossbow, so the crossbow arrows used by humans are only magnified arrows, but this dwarven crossbow arrow has a long cylinder tied to the arrow, extending from the lower end of the arrow to the position of the feather. Although it is not known what the cylinder contains, Arthas can guess from Toruń's words that it must contain explosives made by the dwarves.

No one knows how the explosives are made, to be exact, no human knows. The Eastern Kingdom's method of making explosives has always been monopolized by three races: dwarves, gnomes, and goblins, all of whom have one thing in common: dwarfs. Of course, there are differences in the explosives produced by the three races.

The dwarves are mainly used to blast up the rocks on the road to dig into the ground, so their explosives are relatively stable and controllable, and some merchants and nobles in the human race will exchange ale and iron ore from the hands of the dwarves of Ironforge Fort for a small part of the explosives to make ceremonial flowers.

The gnomes' explosives are similar to those of the dwarves, but the little ones tend to add other substances to their explosives, such as toxins and the like, so their explosives are slightly more dangerous. As for the goblins, their explosives are the most dangerous, although powerful, they are full of uncontrollability, and the corpses of the goblin engineers who are killed by their own explosives every year can be lined up to circle the endless sea.

The dwarven ballista was a little more advanced than the human ones, and Arthas saw that Isma, after placing the bolts, adjusted the direction and height of the arrows with the small ruler standing at the front of the ballista, and then took out the flint and fire sickle from his bosom, and carefully lit the long lead rope on the crossbow arrows.

"Ahaha, greenskins, taste our fury!" shouted Isma, jumping up and stepping on the trigger on the base of the ballista. "Hum~" The thick bowstring made of cooked cowhide suddenly tightened, and after the crossbow arrow was ejected, it did not stand still, but continued to vibrate slightly, making a subtle sound.

The flaming bolt arced through the air, and then ...... With a "boom", a thick black smoke burst out on the grass outside the fortress of Danmod, but the landing point of the crossbow arrow deviated far from the orc army and exploded in a clearing, not even causing a trace of chaos to the orderly orc army array.

"Isma, you shit, let me do it!" Toren snatched the flint and scythe from Isma's hand without saying a word, depriving him of the right to continue shooting. Isma also seemed a little embarrassed, looked at the complicated eyes of Arthas and the others, and said with a dry smile: "Hehe...... Drink too much, my eyes are a little flowery, hehe......"

Danas put his forehead on his hand - he knew that he shouldn't have had any hope for this group of dwarves, they were really unreliable. But at this moment, Toruń Molten Hammer had already fired the second gunpowder arrow fiercely: "Yo ho ~ dog offal, here comes our explosives~"

It turned out that Toren was still relatively reliable, and the crossbow arrow landed in the middle of the group of orc arrays, just in time for another squad to attack the fortress of Dammod, but all this plan was disrupted by this crossbow arrow. A huge explosion sounded, and all the orcs looked towards the middle of the battle array, where at least two squads of orc warriors were affected by the explosion, three or five orc warriors were directly torn to pieces by the impact of the explosion, and most of the rest of the orc warriors were disabled with missing arms and legs.

"Haha!" Toren laughed happily, and Danas was a little dumbfounded - he had always thought that the dwarves could resist the attack of the orcs in the Dhammod Fortress without losing a single soldier because they did not open the city gate, but he did not expect that these dwarves still had such powerful weapons in their hands, such ballistas, and lined up in the city gate hole, even if they opened the city gate and faced the attack of the orcs, they did not need to be afraid at all!

The archers at the head of the city were all overjoyed - just now, the orcs were stuck out of the range of the bow and arrows, and they breathed a sigh of relief, and now, seeing the orcs retreat farther away in a panic, the archers felt a great expression of anger in their hearts.

Toron Molten Hammer fired two more bolts, each of which killed several orcs, until the orc army retreated into the woods, and Toren unloaded the bolts from his ballista with some regret, shook his head, and said, "These dogs are running fast! ”

Danas looked a little embarrassed - he had fought with those orcs for so long and sacrificed so many warriors just to be able to consume as much of the orc army's living force as possible, but he was bombarded by these two dwarves and drove all the orcs away. But it's not a bad thing, it's almost noon, and the soldiers also need to eat and rest.

Danas gave Ricks the order, and the lieutenant of the militia regiment left the head of the fortress of Dammod to arrange for the soldiers to clean up the battlefield, make a fire for cooking, and ...... Send the bodies of his robes back to the other side of the Sadol Bridge, and burn the bodies of the orcs at the same time.

Nearly 2,000 men were killed and more than 300 seriously wounded, and after a bloody morning, the militia of Fort Riptide killed nearly a thousand orcs. The orc army, driven by the ballista into the woods in the distance, did not immediately make a comeback, and puffs of cooking smoke rose from the woods, presumably as well as food.

The militia at Fort Riptide carried dry rations, and all they needed to do was boil some hot water in the courtyard and a simple marching meal was ready. Before the dwarven warriors had woken up, Torun and Isma took some bacon from the cellar and put it in the cauldron of the Riptide militia, turning the hot water into broth—as for the wine...... Although it's still a wine festival, Toruń and Isma don't dare to drink too much.

Take a seat on the cold bluestone staircase and have lunch with Alsace and Danas and the others. Toruń and Isma may have just woken up and are not feeling well, so they are not eating. As he chewed on the dry food, Arthas leaned against Frost's sad body, thinking about his thoughts.