When you have been a king for a long time, you will always think a lot.

Will the rash appearance make Mrs. Morgan have any ideas, will the show of force cause the disgust of the Morgan consortium, and will the annihilation of this orc force attract large-scale revenge from the tribe. And so on and so forth.

However, Carlos thought about it, it's about me!

I have a plan for you, you have expectations for me, everyone is eye-catching, but they haven't done anything yet, why do you want to do so much.

Although the commander of the Morgan militia is called Julius, he is not a guy with a lot of force. Even the chief of the guard was a head taller than him, and in front of Carlos, Julius stammered a little.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, take the liberty of attacking... Hit it, probably... in ambush... Hit. ”

"What are you afraid of?"

Carlos brought two sets of armor with him on this trip, one was used to pretend to be forced, with a silver and white base, dark blue trim, low-key connotation, and extravagant bag. The other set is a dark full-body armor that was melted down and reforged with captured orc weapons when he was in Lordaeron's Royal City. Due to process problems, even with the help of a mage to raise the temperature of the furnace, it was still impossible to completely smelt the minerals from the alien planet, and finally this set of armor was completed by using arcane shaping under the guidance of a craftsman who made sugar men.

Absorbing, cracked, and hideous, this is not the style of any race of Azeroth at all, but it is this playful armor that makes every warrior who sees it breathe cold--on the battlefield, the appearance of the enemy is also part of the strength.

"There may be an ambush behind the orcs."

Perhaps it was the contempt in Carlos's tone that stirred the commander's fighting spirit, and Julius stopped stuttering.

"It doesn't matter, even if there is, it is impossible to reach the battlefield in a short time."

Carlos wasn't ready to play as soon as his head was hot. The small orc army chose a position, set up a catapult, and there was no shelter for two kilometers around. Even if there was an ambush, Carlos was confident that he would withdraw before he was encircled.

You can be arrogant, but you can't be stupid, this is the law of survival on the battlefield.

"But that's two hundred orcs!"

Julius pleaded bitterly, but the other party was the king of the kingdom of Lordaeron Alterac, and he had hundreds of thousands of people under his command. How can something happen in your own hands!

"Ha, your concern has been accepted by the king, your worries should be withdrawn, and it is time for you to see what the Alliance's army looks like, and let you see why we can defeat the orcs in Hilbrad. See, humans are the masters of this land, not orcs, and your Duke of Lothar will be back soon. ”

As soon as the words fell, Brian. And the brass whiskers sprang out.

"Carlos. I couldn't find a piece of armor that fits, so I chose a pair, come on, let's teach those green-skinned black-skinned guys a lesson. ”

Brian. Copperbeard may not be as skilled as his two brothers, but as a dwarf, as an explorer, Brian is definitely not bad at fighting.

For example, a certain peace-loving person has experienced 36C, 37E, and 39G in his chest. In the end, he shrank back to 34D, focusing on the archaeologist Lao Moumou who was against the Holy Trinity.

Another example is a certain person who is good at using a whip and chatting and laughing with the pharaoh. Archaeologist who drank water with the Holy Grail and walked all the way to death Anna. Jones.

And I have to mention, I have discovered the uncharted sea many times, and Master Drake, who is bombing and sinking wherever he goes, is also an archaeologist on the surface.

So Carlos has never underestimated the fighting power of the Kaiwei King, and he will not laugh at him at all because of his ill-fitting outfit.

"Of course. In Lordaeron, I used to fight alongside Muradin, and now it's your turn, has Warhammer checked? ”

"Intact."

"Has the Tomahawk been checked?"

"Still sharp."

"So, let's go. Tell those orcs that the Alliance is coming and we're back. ”

Ordinary people are still ordinary people when they put on armor and take weapons, and warriors are still warriors even with their bare hands.

After the fall of Stormwind, human life in the Elwyn region was very difficult, and the Morgan militia took the opportunity to absorb a large number of people. However, there is no time, no conditions for adequate training, and living materials are even scarce, and these militiamen stationed at the sentry do not have much will to fight.

The huge gap in identity made the others dare not speak out in front of Carlos, and when Carlos got up from the wooden box he was sitting on, the others couldn't help but inhale the cold air violently.

What a burly physique, such a terrible oppressive force, such a terrifying momentum.

"Your Majesty, since I can't dissuade you, then at least let me follow you into battle."

Julius sighed helplessly.

"You are the commander of this outpost, your task is to ensure the safety of this outpost, and when you have fulfilled the most basic obligations, you can do anything."

Carlos didn't mean to provoke, but just talked about things, but when he said this, he was very embarrassed and embarrassed by Julius, after all, he didn't approve of taking the initiative to fight before.

The orcs had to assume that the catapult was not a matter of minutes or ten, and when Carlos was ready, the orcs were still making preparations.

From the trenches hidden behind the rocks to the halfway up the mountain, Carlos couldn't help but praise the magical terrain and strange design.

When going down the mountain, a few thick planks can save the charging troops the trouble of detouring, but going up the mountain must honestly walk in a zigzag, and it makes sense that the Morgan Sentry can hold out for so long under the attack of the orcs.

It should have been nine o'clock in the morning, and Carlos was waiting, waiting for the first round of school shooting from the orcs.

It is not easy to reload large trebuchets, and after the launch of several catapults in the back row, the impact of the troops will not be threatened by the orc catapults.

Why?

Since trebuchets are not ballistas, there is a minimum range in addition to the maximum range.

The Morgan Sentry was high above, and the orcs had to dig a slope or pile up a dirt slope to make the projectile cart tilt its head.

"Come, prepare, rush!"

As the massive burning boulder with the tail of smoke flew overhead, slamming against the civil fence of Morgan Sentry with a loud bang, the elite of Alterac took the lead. Escaped from the latent trench.

"Keep up and kill those orcs!"

Sincerely, Julius still led more than two hundred men to follow Carlos.

Soon, however, Julius discovered that Carlos's heavily armored soldiers were running faster than his lightly armored militiamen.

At first, Julius thought it was xenophobic by his men. Coupled with greed for life and fear of death, he deliberately slowed down. But soon, Julius found himself unable to catch up.

With such a drain on physical strength, how can you fight for a while? The strength of the orcs is enormous, and humans themselves suffer a lot when fighting them, and they can only seek to kill the enemy fighter through a large number of body movements, which is very exhausting.

Just when Julius was confused, at the forefront, Carlos's Guards had already fought the orcs.

"It can't be!"

The scenario imagined by many of the Morgan militia militia did not materialize. Instead of swinging the humans they were facing with a tomahawk, the orc soldiers were stabbed with their blades.

"It can't be!"

The orcs, suppressed by Carlos, let out the same wail.

"Anything is possible!"

With his right hand reversing his grip on the handle, Carlos struck through the orc's defenses, and the blade of the Auguin axe slipped hard, ending his life in the consternation of his opponent.

The battle was almost one-sided towards the human side, and although the orcs still maintained their courage to fight without fear of death, the elite of the Alliance from the north were by no means the remnants of Stormwind that they usually dealt with, not to mention that they themselves were the decoy troops responsible for luring the enemy.

Above the distant mountains. The orc swordmaster who was in charge of observing the battle had red eyes and was furious. Because an old enemy from Draenor prevented him from sending a signal, the five hundred orcs on the back side of the mountain were resting, unaware that their brothers were being slaughtered in the face of the slaughter.

"Death to the crumbs of flat hair!"

"One-eyed, are you okay?"

The Juggernaut from the Bloodcave Clan and the Tyrok Guard Officer Akandis are fighting at the top of the mountain. Acandis' blade resembling a triple dagger had already left two wounds on Juggernaut's body.

"When we conquer this world, we will definitely go back and wipe out you birdmen!"

There was no joy of meeting old acquaintances in a foreign land, new and old hatreds gathered together, and the Sword Saint was furious.

"I've always wondered how much the One-Eye has to do in battle. What gives you the confidence to defeat me? ”

Ashkandi mocked mercilessly.

He never dared to underestimate the sword saint among the orcs, those are all powerful warriors, but the old enemy of the crow clan, the blood cave clan, sacrificed one eye to predict the future These orcs may have the advantage in the legion battle, but when it comes to catching and fighting, the disadvantage of one-eyed is so obvious.

Especially when facing opponents with high agility.

"Have you forgotten the defeat in the Tanarian jungle? The Raven Empire is a thing of the past, and everyone who fights the tribe has to die! ”

Although the Juggernaut was at a disadvantage, he did not panic and fought back mercilessly.

"The battle you mean? Did I kill sixteen orcs or nineteen? It doesn't mean that I attacked the camp at night and cut seventy-five necks, right? ”

Ashkandi laughed arrogantly in a hoarse voice, but his men showed no mercy.

The competition between speed and speed, the confrontation between strength and power, as the supreme warrior among the orcs, the Sword Master felt extremely aggrieved.

In the past, it was not obvious when there were comrades around me, but when the stomach was facing the enemy, especially an evenly matched opponent, the disadvantage in vision was infinitely magnified.

He tried to take out the "blessed blood" from his waist to strengthen himself, but the Raven Man's offensive continued to force him to not even have this spare time.

Juggernaut is also arrogant, are you moving fast? Then I'll be faster than you!

[Invincible Slash]! The Sword Saint drank violently, and the blade turned into a streamer, and he slashed thirteen blows in one second.

Ashkandi was on guard, and the blessing from Rukma shook his body, with a golden brilliance, and he resisted the thirteen slashes of the Orc Swordmaster with his fist, and finally left a fatal wound on the Orc Swordmaster's broad chest.

Pretending to be cool for a while, lying in bed afterwards. Ashkandi, who had eaten the full set of invincible slashes, was not comfortable, and fell to one knee panting.

"The Raven will not end well, I will sleep in the land of the ancestors, and you will only be burned to ashes by the wrath of the tribe."

Uttering a vicious curse with his last life force, the orc swordmaster closed his eyes unwillingly.

Ashkandi turned his head to look at the battle situation of the humans on the other side, breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly stood up.

"Mobs, only the innocent can sleep in peace."

The raven man spat a mouthful of blood foam, flapped his wings, and left the top of the mountain. (To be continued.) )