McDonald's decision not to fight in Stormwind is certainly justified.

What a loss.

Orcs can't look down on the buildings of Stormwind City, after all, the painting style is different, and there are no animal skins and teeth, so they are embarrassed to call it a city?

I want to tear it all down, and I'm not in the mood.

Stormwind City, which had fallen for more than a year, was abandoned here purely as half of the bridgehead of the Orc Defense Alliance.

It wasn't rebuilt, it was just a second-rate clan stationed in the city, setting up a bunch of shacks.

The last siege (demolition) was very incomplete, and after the destruction of most of the towers, there was not enough place to even make a mortar position on it.

Fighting Stormwind City is a pure meat grind war.

Humans are unable to harness the power of long-range artillery and ballistas, and can only engage in street battles, which are the favorite of orcs.

McDonald thought about using sand sculptors to kill the main orc force.

Looking at the loser's quota that was soaring upwards, McDonald gave up decisively.

The original group of sand sculpture players are okay, and the new arrivals are simply not forced at all.

"Wow! Living orcs, alas! Let's take a group photo, eggplant—" A teaser saw the orc charge, and turned his back to the orc and gestured with a scissorhands.

There is another one, who was hacked to death by the orc's flying axe on the wall when he hung down the city head with a cable in the Valley of the Kings and wrote "XXX to visit here" on the outer wall.

These undisciplined guys wasted their lives in vain.

For these bastards, McDondon wanted to say, "It doesn't matter if you die, how much a loser I will be, master!" ”

Not to mention, anyway, the sand sculpture player was invited by him, and at most it was a mission.

Most of those guys will finish the task, but outside of the mission, they really mess around with everything.

Anyway, Mai someone is blind.

Perhaps, Berval is still thinking about the Trident Legion overturning the main force of the orcs, and the Stormwind Legion will be successfully taken away and restore the sweet dream of Stormwind City.

McDonalken didn't feel it.

There's no reason Orgrim is so strong that he can't beat a bunch of sand sculpture players.

After all, McDonaln only gives 30 cost to those sand sculptures!

This batch of new sand sculpture players doesn't have a fierce man with 20cost, and the strongest one will be resurrected twice.

There will be no surprises!

Here, as expected, the two armies in Stormwind entered the most popular street fighting for the orcs.

The former Valley of the Kings was filled in the last Stormwind Raiders. Huge pools of water, filled with the corpses and sandbags of orc laborers, have been turned into mass graves.

In this uneven terrain, the Blackstone Orcs, who are proficient in mountain warfare, are clearly more nimble than the defenders.

"Roar!" An orc leaps into the air, and a massive warhammer smashes a trampled trident soldier into meat sauce.

"Whoa—" The orc slapped his chest with his left hand in excitement.

Looking at the somewhat difficult but generally good situation, Ogrim was a little excited.

According to a rough estimate, the exchange ratio between orcs and humans is about 1 to 3!

This is the damn Trident Legion!

It's just that just passed through the Valley of the Kings and entered the trade area. The style of painting changes immediately!

There are no dead human soldiers, and instead of them, there is a whole bunch of mess.

"Ahhh Help me—"

An orc of almost 400 pounds, in front of Orgrim, flew out diagonally at 45 degrees to the ground.

It's so fast that I almost thought it was a human cannon.

Ogrim was stunned for a moment.

He hurriedly turned his head to stare at the place where the orc flew out, where there was a rough square plank at 60 degrees to the ground, which was making a mechanical "click" sound, and at the same time automatically reset and re-leveled.

He also noticed that the wooden planks had the same pattern as the floor tiles of the streets of Stormwind, and there were even a few broken bricks on the sides of the wooden boards, which were very realistically glued to the edges of the wooden boards.

When the planks are re-leveled and blends in with the surrounding ruins, it's the perfect trap.

Orgrim was too focused on the trap to even notice that his unfortunate henchman had slammed into the cliff of the Valley of the Kings 30 meters above the ground, and then fell miserably, leaving a trail of blood more than twenty meters long.

Just then, he saw a new group of orc soldiers approaching the trap in a daze.

"Wait!" Ogrim subconsciously wanted to stop those orc warriors from nearly a hundred meters away.

Too late.

His voice is definitely not small.

Maybe the soldiers were slow to react, or maybe they didn't pay attention to what they heard.

Anyway, in the next moment, three more orc soldiers flew into the sky, and after another three seconds, they were stuck on the wall again.

The Great Chief finally couldn't help it, and roared and rushed over with his personal guards: "Idiot! Didn't you notice a trap that recurred over and over again? ”

The orcs are really confused, and if they use their brains, coupled with careful observation of the environment, it is really embarrassing for these old men with IQs as high as 20 points.

What made Orgrim tremble the most was that he found a wooden sign next to the trap that was actually quite eye-catching, which read:

"Call [Daddy] or shoot you all against the wall!" The signature is a guy named [Free Blue Bird]!

There was an orc egg pain, and he really called "Dad" in the past, and then stepped on half a foot to go up, who knew that this damn trap was really voice-controlled, and he was stunned to give a "son" answer.

The other guy didn't believe in evil and shouted "smash", and guess what happened?

In front of more than a hundred people, the guy flew......

Orgrim, Varok, Lexa and other orc bosses said in unison: "I have never seen such a vile and obscene enemy!" ”

From the trade zone, the advance of the orc army was severely hampered.

A row of spears would inexplicably pop up on the ground, blowing up the orcs to the core.

Some walls will suddenly pop out with a row of knives and axes, chopping orcs within two meters of the wall into meat sauce.

Some ceilings will suddenly erupt with fire, ice, or huge iron balls, killing orcs.

However, all the traps and the environment are natural, and you can't see the fault at a glance.

This greatly hindered the speed of the orc's main march, and Orgrim had to send out the food to try out the traps, and then find a way to jam the traps that had already been launched, allowing the orc warriors to destroy them with brute force.

Throughout the day, an army of tens of thousands of orcs was stuck in the trade zone, advancing almost at the speed of a turtle.

Who knows, in the middle of the night, there was actually fog, and the orcs who couldn't distinguish between the southeast and northwest in the dense fog were raided by a large number of human thieves, and in a panic, they were driven out of the Stormwind City trade area.

By the next morning, the fog had cleared and the trade area was full of traps.

Orgrim was going crazy: "What the hell is going on!?" ”

On the other side, [Gavemepower] grinned: "There's no way, our boss is really picky, everyone only gives so much cost, and they want us to keep it for two weeks, so I can only be sorry for you." In other words, can those guys who claim to be the reincarnation of the [Reincarnation of the Rock King] work well? There are 10,000 traps waiting to be placed on board. ”