Although the orcs are martial, they are not a funny race that only kills and kills in their heads.

In the words of the natives of Azeroth, the grandsons also knew to be scared and would run away.

Over a hill, the trebuchet's position, hidden behind the ridge, appeared in front of Carlos's eyes.

"Ha, really know how to choose a place, the ballistic parabola of the trebuchet is higher than the artillery, they can hit us, and we can only watch."

Hermit looked at the more than forty trebuchets at the foot of the mountain, and got carried away with excitement.

The orc mechanic adjusts the torsion springs and calipers, and the ogre carries the heavy stone projectiles with seemingly bulky but swift movements.

Forty-three torsion catapults, that's a bunch of big guys.

The wheels were stuck in wedges, the front was raised by mounds of earth, and with each projection, these war machines were enough to throw a hundred-kilogram stone projectile into the battlefield three and a half kilometers away.

This launch site, which is supposed to be a defensive trebuchet position, belongs to a pre-set design unit, although each catapult has already loaded with ammunition on the handle, but it is not fired, it can be seen that these orcs are waiting for further instructions from their superiors.

Or rather, waiting for the enemy to step into the deadly trap.

"Damn, how did you launch a general attack? Your Majesty, we must act quickly, we can't let these trebuchets work! ”

The dwarven trumpet was extremely penetrating, and after listening for a moment with his ear to it, Hermet still accurately judged that this was the horn of the general attack.

"Whole army, assault!"

Carlos gave the order, and the bad boy soldiers rushed down the hill in unison.

Smarter, he also knew how to find a plank, and even slipped the shield under his ass and slid down. Not so smart, if alive after the war. It's time to think about mending your pants. There are also some timid and inexperienced ones, who stumble down the mountain.

And the problem of cavalry is a bit big, this kind of slope of the mountain road, the war horse can not walk, can only trot around the circle of nearly two kilometers. Break into the battlefield from another relatively gentle slope.

The consequence of the many surprises and lack of preparation was that there was no surprise in the actions of Carlos's side, and the human army was numerically inferior when it came to hand-to-hand combat.

The good news is that in terms of combat effectiveness, the alliance is at the advantage.

The orc commander at the launch site was also very good, and after realizing that victory was hopeless, he shouted loudly and asked his men to fire all the stone bullets that had been prepared, and then ignited the grease used to soak the stone bullets, after creating a line of fire separating the orcs and humans. And she ran. And the ogres had long wanted to run, and when they saw the orc overseer running away, one hand covering the back of their heads, and the other hand blocking their buttocks, they ran so fast that they didn't take the human archers and axes seriously.

Because of the retreat and flight of the enemy, the battle ended quickly, waiting for the cavalry to cut into the battlefield in a roundabout way. The infantry were already destroying the trebuchets left behind by the orcs.

"Fool, smash wood. Do you want to smash it until tomorrow? Chop up everything that looks like rope on the trebuchet, knock out all the gears that can be knocked off, use the grease left by the orcs, burn the torsion springs and throwing arms, what the hell are you burning wheels! ”

Carlos watched his men's brain-dead actions and shouted loudly. Feeling tired.

Just these illiterate people, they are not afraid to charge into battle and die, do some technical work, and ask for people's lives.

Luckily, Hermit and his fellow dwarves are good demolitionists, and they have the help of the dwarves. The destruction of more than forty trebuchets did not take much time.

Rejecting his request to send a cavalry to pursue the fleeing orcs, Carlos asked Hermit to find his way to the next battle.

As long as the orc's counterweight lever trebuchet is destroyed, then Magni on the front can break down the orc defenses without any scruples.

The main body of this war has always been the dwarves.

Carlos had a clear idea.

"Wait another ten minutes, and we're ready to go."

The agreed place was at the foothills, but not many people felt it.

Seven squads were divided, and only two arrived on time, so that Carlos had less than fifteen hundred men available at his disposal, of which seven hundred were cavalry units.

But time is life, human and dwarf.

The orcs blockaded the dwarves of Ironforge because the dwarves could not trade their lives with the orcs in front of the fortified city.

But now it's in the form that the orcs can't afford to change.

Fortresses need defenders, sentry posts need sentinels, front-line firefights need soldiers, and although the orc overseers have an army of more than 10,000 people, they don't have many mobile forces in their hands, only less than half of the total strength.

All the Orc Overseers could rely on was a solid offensive and plenty of supplies. Trading dead things for dwarven lives is a sure thing to do for the Overseers. But without waiting for his own orders, what the hell are those hard laborers doing?

Before the Dwarven Treasury guards could reach the best ambush spot, the trebuchet fired a round, much to the displeasure of the Orc Overseers, and when the trebuchet was reloaded, the dwarves rushed over.

Thankfully, the Overseers were not disappointed at another launch site, as stone projectiles dragging red and black flame tails smashed to the ground, scattering debris and large craters looming in the smoke.

However, the king led the charge, which was an unusually large boost to the morale of the army. The dwarves ignored the casualties, as if they could not hear the wails of their compatriots, and followed the King of the Hill as they charged the orc's defenses.

"It's too late, it's too late, let the engineering troops recalculate the distance, aim for the first line of defense, and if the dwarves break through here, they will be crushed directly into stone slag."

The Orc Overseers were also very decisive, and when they saw that their plans were flawed, they quickly adjusted their plans.

"Shaman, pray to the spirits of the ancestors for victory, and prepare the blood of blessing so that the dwarves know what a true warrior is!"

Grabbing a cup from his subordinate's hand, the Orc Overseer swallowed the-green sticky liquid in one gulp.

"For the Horde!"

At the sound of earth-shattering battle cries, the Orc Overseers were the first to charge, engaging in a white-knuckle battle between orcs and dwarves.

The Orc Overseer didn't like the shamanic spell of Bloodthirsty, and as a pure warrior, the Overseer wasn't afraid of defeat or starting over. And although the orc warriors in the bloodthirsty state are brave, they have lost the heart of being a warrior.

Killing the enemy is not the goal, killing the enemy is just for the sake of better living.

Only killing people in order to live well is noble killing.

But at this point in the war, it is useless to think too much.

In front of the King of the Hill, orcs can no longer call dwarves dwarfs dwarfs and small men. A perfect body like a marble sculpture, a god-like posture, extremely high physical resistance, and super magic resistance. And behind these, there is the pouring of ammunition from the dwarven snipers and the barrage of artillery.

The Overseers knew that such a strong attack by the dwarves would not last, and if they were stopped, the dwarves would be able to retreat in the Ironforge for three months.

But I can't stop it!

Magni walked around his battlefield as if he were strolling through the battlefield, and he couldn't solve it with a single blow without an enemy.

If there is, then two hammers.

As the king of Ironforge. Magni faithfully fulfilled the life motto of YOUCANYOUUP, NOCANNOBB.

The best weaponsmith in Ironforge, the best armorsmith, the best legion commander, and the most powerful warrior, and the king praised by his people.

In all the areas McGoney was involved in, he did the best he could, silencing all doubters.

This time. It's no exception.

Although the orc in front of him had red eyes and looked like he wanted to fight with him, Magni was not afraid at all.

It's just the contact of a warhammer and an axe blade. Magni knew he had won.

Strength is overwhelming, this orc is no match for himself.

However, behind Magni, countless snipers were watching his own king, and the blood holes in the orc's chest and abdomen in front of him caused him to lose his strength quickly.

As a warrior, Magni was disgusted by the act of "snatching heads", but as a commander and king. He greeted his companions by shouting loudly.

War has never been about glory, and it is always victory or defeat that determines whether it is glory or not.

Magni didn't know that he had defeated the Orc Overseers, but when the Orcs next to him rushed to the rescue, he knew that the Orc had an identity.

"Don't get out of touch, catch up!"

Magni didn't dwell too much on the battle at hand. Breaking through the orc's defenses is the right thing to do.

The pain and blood loss blurred the Orc Overseer's consciousness.

When he came to his senses again, it was already dark.

The wolf's broad back and warm fur didn't give him much warmth.

"Why am I not in my own fortress?"

It took a long time for the Overseers to realize that their surroundings were not right.

"Overseer, we have been defeated, the trebuchet position has been destroyed by the enemy, and we have desperately rescued you."

"Coward! Traitor! What about the wolf cavalry? Why were our positions destroyed? What are they doing? ”

The Overseer shouted hoarsely, but to others there was a muffled murmur.

"Lord Overseer, we can't hold it without reinforcements, I don't fear death, and my good men don't fear death, but I can't let them die in vain."

The commander of the wolf cavalry bowed his head to his Overseers.

"Nonsense, in the Scorching Canyon, we still have troops, and here, we still have more than twenty fortresses, you ...... You guys...... cough cough cough cough ......"

The Orc Overseer became agitated and caused a strong cough.

"No, Lord Overseer, no. Scorching Canyon, those black dwarfs attacked our fortress, and the defenders retreated. In pursuit of the enemy behind us, I met the messenger, who was mortally wounded, and this was the last epistle. ”

The Wolf Cavalry Commander pulls a crumpled piece of paper from his bosom and hands it to the Overseers.

"Idiot, it's so dark, what am I going to think of ......"

With a wave of his hand to signal that he didn't need to light his torches, the Overseer sighed helplessly, not even reaching for the letter.

"How many more."

"About four thousand. Humans and dwarves were busy tearing down bunkers and blowing up fortresses, and did not pursue us. ”

The wolf cavalry commander replied.

"Hey, take them to the Great Chief, to the Great Chief Orgrim."

"You're the Overseer!"

The commander of the wolf cavalry said respectfully.

"Didn't you already make the decision for me?"

The Overseer chuckled contemptuously.

I originally thought that my subordinates were loyal soldiers, but I didn't expect ......

But feeling the life force pass, the Overseers eventually forgave them.

"I'm afraid I won't survive tonight, take this, take the warriors back, go to the Great Chief, I want you to swear loyalty to the tribe, loyal to the Great Chief Orgrim!"

"Lord Overseer......"

"I want you to swear!"

"Yes, I will be loyal to the tribe until I die, to the Great Chief."

Hearing his subordinates' oath, the Overseer ripped off a boatload of wolf tooth necklaces from his neck and handed it to the wolf cavalry commander beside him.

"Lord Overseer, you'll be well."

"Tell me a word."

"Huh?"

The wolf cavalry commander leaned his ears to it.

"Tell my grandmother that I love her. Tell the Great Chief that I did my best. (To be continued.) )