The walls of Soladin were crumbling under the frantic onslaught of the Horde.

But beneath the critical exterior is the thousand-year-old prestige of the unbreakable wall.

"Very good, reinforcements will be coming in two days, and the main force of the tribe will be trapped outside the high walls."

When Biglas received the good news from the letter harrier, he couldn't help but slam the table.

Even in the most difficult moments, Biglas held down the reserve of a thousand men in his hand and did not move.

Because he believed in the Alliance, in Lothar, in the solidity of the Wall of Soladin, and even more in his own strength.

Four thousand defenders, the garrison of the wall of Sauradin is definitely enough, although the flames of the red dragon have brought a lot of casualties to the warriors of Riptide Castle, but in the face of strong city defenses and complete city defense equipment, the red dragon is not invincible, not to mention that after the first few days, the wall of Sauradin and other support from the Hammer Dwarves.

In that battle, the red-turbaned Vorstad once again completed the monster-like killing, and almost GodLike. Douglas also seized the opportunity to open the gate of Soladin and carried out a counterattack, successfully destroying a large number of siege engines of the Horde.

"I don't believe that the tribe without the engineering vehicle can play in two days."

Biglas was full of the smell of fireworks, and the smell on his body that had not been bathed for almost a month was not very good, but his strong self-confidence and unique temperament left by the vicissitudes of time still attracted others.

As long as the general is there, everything is not a problem!

"General, the orcs have organized a group of death squads in a vain attempt to blow up the wall."

The herald had not yet arrived, and the voice had already arrived.

"What's the panic, even if the beasts are strong, how many explosives can they move, they only know how to eat. Drink, how many explosives are there for the stupid big one? Explosives that can be moved by a man want to blow up the walls of Soladin? ”

Reprimanded the reckless heralds, Beglas put on a new coat and decided to go up to the city walls to have a look.

It's a pity that the last herald was a good soldier, but unfortunately he died under the flames of the red dragon.

Bomb tactics were fruitless. The primitive explosives that the orcs seized from the Alliance did not even shake the walls, but only shattered some of the wall skins. Unwilling to retreat, the orcs sent an army of ogres.

"These wild ogres are garbage, and if it were those ogres under Margauk, this wall would have been breached in three days."

Orgrim watched the ogre clam around his armor with a pang of impatience. But he also understands that the orcs who have received the blood of demons have obtained the qualification to resist the ogre. Hellroar is leading the remaining orcs of Draenor in a crusade against the Goriad Empire and the Raven of Terok.

If it weren't for the fact that the battle of Draenor had taken a lot of energy from the orcs. Where can these human beings survive until now?

Just thinking about it, Orgrim was a very practical orc, and quickly focused his attention on the upcoming battle.

"Great Chief, are you going to send these stupid big men to their deaths?"

"Why do you say that?"

"Without the Red Dragon, without the siege equipment, we would not be able to break through this high wall, and this wall of Soladin built by humans is even more frenzied than the Hammer Castle. With these ogre fools, I don't see any hope of winning. ”

"So tell me where the hope of winning is."

"A blade hidden in the shadows of the great hammer of destruction."

"Oh? How I didn't know what blades were in the shadows. ”

"Maybe not. But there must be such a thing. The Orgrim I know is not a fool of putting his people in danger, and the army of the bald Lothar is coming. We don't have much time left. ”

Ending the conversation with the Great Chief, the orc general left decisively, he didn't listen to what the chief was hiding, he just wanted to remind Orgrim that the great sacrifice of the orcs these days should not be in vain.

"Of course it won't be in vain, if not to guard against those with ulterior motives. I don't need a Juggernaut to keep me safe, and Orgrim is not a coward who needs to be protected. ”

The Great Chief shouted from the heart, and then quickly suppressed his anger if Gul'dan could not bring what he wanted, interested. Kill him for the sake of his life.

Orgrim made a decision.

Then the ogre charged, the ogre howled, the ogre fell, the ogre rushed under the wall, the ogre didn't know what to do, and the ogre retreated.

It's good, it's dark one more time.

Like an iron-blooded general, Orgrim sees only victory and no sacrifice in his eyes.

On the last day of February, it was still dark and early.

After arranging the list of personnel on the night guard and the hidden outpost, Biglas decided to take a sip or two, and then take the guard to make another round.

The tribe's actions were so unusual that this veteran of his lifelong career as a horse warrior felt very wrong.

Although when advertised to ordinary soldiers and civilians, the orcs are a bunch of humanoid beasts with no humanity and low intelligence. But Biglas clearly understands that orcs are sane and crazy creatures, even more intelligent than many humans, and that despising them will not end well.

Then, there must be a big conspiracy behind the crazy attacks of the orcs these days.

But what is it, what exactly is the conspiracy?

Behind the walls of Soladin, small trolls and orcs were driven into the Arathi Basin by the cavalry of Riptide Castle, and without a large army, it was delusional to break through the wall of Soladin from the south. Even if the southern defense of the Soladin Wall is weaker than the northern one, it is not something that a few hundred-man teams can break through.

So, what other tricks do orcs have to use?

After thinking about it, Biglas still couldn't figure it out.

Forget it, don't think about it, don't guess.

Biglas put away his flask, moved his tired body, then fastened his outer belt, fixed the [Troll Slayer], and shouted, "Wu Ping, gather the guards and follow me on patrol." ”

"Yes, General."

The soldier with the strange name was a good martial artist, and Biglas didn't mind his bizarre background, and ruled out the public opinion to include him in the personal guard.

After inspecting the top walls and outer terraces in the bitter cold wind, and checking to see if the men at the bottom of the city defenses and lurking posts were dozing, the garrison general of the Soladin Wall decided to go to the machine power room to see how the mechanism of the gate was.

Halfway through, Biglas sensed something wasn't quite right.

It's so quiet, it's very wrong.

At the same time, the legendary sword Tokaral let out a slight tremor to warn its owner.

"Enemy attack!"

Biglas drew his sword and shouted.

At this moment, several figures appeared from the shadows.

Seeing the careless scorn of the guards, Biglas knew what was going to happen.

"Help!"

Wu Ping knew that the general was talking to him, nodded and turned to leave.

Biglas jumped up to block Wu Ping's fatal move, and successfully sent his guards out of the encirclement.

An encirclement of a dozen or so against fifty people.

"Aha, look what we've found, a sinful blade that everyone in the Bertone family deserves to die for."

In the blink of an eye, the guards suffered heavy casualties, only twenty-two people remained, and the attackers suffered only one wounded.

"You really look up to me, the assassination team of Shadowhunters and Juggernaut."

Biglas had to laugh even if he didn't want to smile bitterly.

"I'll lead the charge in a moment, and we'll retreat into the agency room."

Biglas whispered to his remaining guards. (To be continued......)