Two days, just two days, the powerful orcs who were on the side of the Scorching Canyon were defeated, defeated.

In the last battle, the chief of the guard was unable to witness the whole process due to his limited position. Listening to the people at the northern observation point describe what they had heard and seen, the chief of the guard still had a rough picture in his mind.

The orcs did not dare to fight, and launched a counterattack, about 4,000 orcs counterattacked in six ways, and the black iron dwarves were caught off guard and were wiped out in a small group.

However, the Black Iron Dwarves seemed determined to drag the battle into an oil battle, and many self-detonating sappers with explosives strapped to their waists rushed into the midst of the orcs with coquettish dance steps and shouted loud slogans to launch the battle technique: [Alahu Akbar].

Under the halal tactics of the Black Iron Dwarves, the orcs who could have taken advantage of the situation to push them up did not even break the second tower.

By the time the orcs figured out how to deal with it, the Black Iron Dwarves were relieved, and the follow-up corps had already come to their aid.

In the end, the orcs did not dare to continue to be aggressive, for fear that the attacking troops would be separated from the camp by the black iron dwarves, and they had no choice but to withdraw their troops.

This was followed by an afternoon of artillery trebuchet.

Until evening, the orcs seemed to think that the balance of the battlefield was still tilting in their favor.

However, when the Black Iron Dwarves' battle puppet legion stepped onto the battlefield, the situation on the battlefield finally reversed.

The tremor of the huge combat puppet as it marches as it seems to be transmitted to the human heart along the ground, and even the bloodthirsty and warlike orcs cannot completely overcome the fear of great density.

The puppet legion of the Black Iron Dwarves perfectly demonstrates what it means to have more is good, and big is beautiful.

At least 1,000 heavy combat puppets in anthropomorphic form, more than five meters high, pressed towards the orc camp with the afterglow of the setting sun on their backs, taking the steps of ghost animals.

That's right, one step at a time, two steps, it's the devil's step......

From the information gathered, it seems that there is something obviously wrong with the combat puppets of the Black Iron Dwarves, at least there is something wrong with the internal suspension system, and the combat puppets of group operations are not even as mobile as the combat puppets of the Sentinel Guard type that the captain of the guard encountered when they were doing bounty missions.

But this does not affect the deterrent power of the puppet legions.

Anyone who sees the big black guy coming over will tremble in their hearts.

Orcs are quite reckless, but they are not stupid, they use flesh and blood to fill this hole, they don't do this kind of bloody thing.

So, the orcs who attacked the perimeter returned to the camp in an orderly manner, trying to deal with the enemy with trebuchets and bed crossbows, with strong walls, and with piled earth barriers.

However, the Black Iron Dwarves opened their last hole card.

Fire elemental.

The Black Iron Dwarves drained the underground water veins that flowed through the orc camp, not only to cut off their drinking water, but also to create a pathway for the fire elementals.

The chief of the guard came to this conclusion based on observations: the person who made this battle plan among the Black Iron Dwarves was a genius and a madman.

The fire elemental creatures followed the dry veins of water all the way to the underside of the orc camp, and then spread out along the deep wells dug by the orcs.

Regardless of whether it is an active spark the size of a pet rabbit or a secondary fire element the size of a hound, or a new condensed higher fire element or a large fire element, it is the fire element that it meows, and high temperature is their common characteristic.

As a result, the orc camp began to burn, and the orcs in the chaos appeared vulnerable, and the orcs, who had lost their ammunition, had no better way to deal with the puppet legions of the Black Iron Dwarves.

The Orc Overseers try to prepare their men for a risk-for-death sortie. This decision cannot be said to be incorrect, the north is a heavy combat puppet of the Black Pressure Force, the main army of the Black Iron Dwarves is in the south, the cliff of the melting pot is in the west, and the sea of ashes is in the east.

However, luck is not on the orc's side.

The rampaging low-level fire elemental creatures were easily crushed by the orcs, but the mid-to-high fire elementals were not so easy to deal with, and there were no weapons or corresponding level of mages to deal with elemental creatures, and these elemental creatures were like moving natural disasters.

Even more terrifying, when the whole team of orcs wanted to attack, an oversized fire elemental broke through the shackles and reshaped its body in the orc camp.

The Lord of Flames, the human soldier observing from the periphery, described what he had seen to the chief of the guard in a trembling voice.

From a distance, the huge fire elemental had an almost golden appearance, and the orc's skin was blackened just by approaching it, and the bow had turned to ashes before it could touch its surface.

Warlocks among the orcs attacked it with shadow spells, the Flame King's torn form turned into more active sparks, and the ground was crowded with shattered fragments of fire elementals into a sea of fire.

When the orcs were in chaos, the black iron dwarves were not in a daze. In the southern legion, the demolitionists among the Black Iron Dwarves successfully blasted through the walls of the orcs, and the Black Iron army rushed in. The orcs who demolished the east wall to make up the west wall could only meet the enemy in a hurry, and a moment later, the belated puppet army also broke through the orc defenses.

The next battle can no longer be called a battle, it was simply a massacre.

"Except for a small group of orcs who fled into the sea of ashes, most of the other orcs died in battle, and some surrendered, but the Black Iron Dwarves began to clean up the battlefield, and we didn't dare to get too close, and we didn't know whether we were captured by the Black Iron Dwarves and returned to Darkfurnace City as slaves or killed on the spot."

An observation group of fourteen people, with a thick stack of observation notes after the record.

Everyone was thinking about one question, if we met the Black Iron Dwarves, would we be able to win?

For a time, no one spoke in the camp, around the campfire.

"This war is important. The Black Iron Dwarves were well-prepared and well-planned, and the invincible orcs were severely repaired. Everyone is the man who has shed blood for the Alliance in Hilbride, and knows that the real orcs are not as vulnerable as they are advertised to the farmer townspeople. But we have also seen that light can fight uselessly, and there is no chance of winning. Even an army like the Black Dwarves can defeat the orcs, and when Your Majesty arrives, it will be invincible! ”

The chief guard said half-summarized and half-cheering.

"When will Your Majesty come?"

Leaving the familiar barracks, far from their native hometowns, and on missions in barren and scorched places, the boys of Alterac are loyal, but they also have thoughts of one kind or another.

"Your Majesty's vanguard is almost at Ironforge."

After thinking about it, the chief of the guard decided to tell the news that it would also boost morale.

"Rest for two days, then join the people of the Sea of Ashes and everyone will return. It won't be long before we will be able to go home, and Your Majesty will never treat the heroes badly. ”

"The League will win, long live Alterac!"

A discourse, planning the haze brought about by the war, these wanderers in the distant countryside are eager to return to their homeland, and even more eager to establish meritorious deeds. The chief of the guard couldn't help but pat the information about this war, remembering if there was any omission.

The night passed quietly. (To be continued.) )