"Enemy attack! The orcs are coming!!"

Lordaeron's royal city is in chaos, and their magical barrier has finally been broken, and this is the time to break the city.

"Warsong orcs, I'm too lazy to talk nonsense, give me that city and prove your glory!"

"Lok'TarOgar!!blood and thunder!for the glory of the war song!for the tribe!"

With the shortest declaration of war, Gromash aroused the morale of the warsong orcs, and the siege battle quickly began.

"Mage troops, hurry up and cast spells to destroy those orcs!" the commander of the royal city shouted out the order in a frightened voice, but then, a very familiar voice magnified his horror ten times and a hundred times!

"Whew!"

All the people in the city were looking for shelter in horror, and they had already heard this terrible sound hundreds of times in just a few days, it was like the bell of death, and everyone was afraid.

But how could Izzy use weapons of mass destruction to slaughter civilians in the city?

The shell flew across the horizon and landed in Lake Lordanmere, south of Lordaeron.

Izzy's purpose has been achieved, and the mage troops in King Lordaeron's city do not dare to take the lead to condense spells, they are afraid that they will face the baptism of artillery fire, and in this way, the Warsong Clan's city-breaking operation will be unhindered.

The seemingly solid gates were shattered by a powerful blast, and Gromash led his warriors into the city of Lordaeron.

All those who resisted were defeated, subdued, or killed in battle, and the Warsong Orcs did not touch the unarmed civilians, they only proved their glory by killing the enemy and plundering supplies according to the orc tradition.

However, the soldiers who killed Lordaeron were no longer an honor in their eyes, they tried to subdue those who could be subdued, and those who could not be subdued fought in a dignified battle, and the real honor lay in defeating those who hid evil.

The Draenei priests who entered the royal city of Lordaeron with the Warsong Clan gathered the power of the Light, pacified the civilians, and used the power of the Light to purify the wicked.

Many of the people who looked like civilians screamed when they came into contact with the power of the Holy Light, emitting billowing black smoke all over their bodies.

And once such a creature appears, the Warsong Orcs will rush up with their eyes blazing, and see them as their own mobile honor.

The members of the Cult of the Cursed God in King Lordaeron City soon discovered this situation, and they immediately took off their disguises, showed their cruel side, and fought with the orc warriors, but the battle in the city and alleys was extremely unfriendly to the mage profession like them, they needed a stable environment to cast spells smoothly, but how could the orc warriors give them such an opportunity.

The real decisive battle of the royal city of Lordaeron really began.

Gromash led his main force to the most prominent building in the city, where he grabbed a "tongue" and learned that it was the residence of King Lordaeron.

And the goal given to him by Izzy is to capture the king of Lordaeron, and as long as he can complete this task, he will be equivalent to ending this war and winning the highest glory!

Gromash made his way forward, but was hindered in a courtyard outside the King's Hall, where Lordaeron's soldiers erected their last line of defense, shields, bows, magic arrays, and triple defensive formations, instantly turning this small courtyard with only one entrance into an easy and difficult to defend pass.

Grommash had almost just seen the scalp-numbing defensive front when he was in danger of being hit by a rain of arrows and magic, and if he hadn't run fast, he would have been in this ridiculous aisle with two statues.

Gromash, who had been kicked out, gritted his teeth angrily, took two grenades from his belt pack and threw them in.

Before the loud explosion could be heard, he had already killed him.

"Boom!"

The grenade exploded, but the soldiers of Lordaeron did not suffer too many casualties, their fine Thorsilver armor blocked the damage of the grenade, but in the explosion of wind and roar caused by the grenade explosion, they were inevitably confused, and the legendary blood roar of Grommash had already blown a terrifying scream, falling on the flesh of the enemy.

Heads and severed limbs flew everywhere, and the roar of blood landed precisely on the unprotected bodies of Lordaeron soldiers, and Gromash was like entering a no-man's land, which was not a huge courtyard, making these Lordaeron soldiers crowded together, and chaos spread among the blood and stumps.

The Warsong warriors followed in the footsteps of Gromash and joined the battle, and the soldiers of Lordaeron were cleared out without surprise.

Grommash walked to the gate of the conspicuous building, and looked at the bridge that had been pulled up, and the small moat in front of him, which was not very wide, but like a moat, and his head was bulging.

"What kind of leader would hide in his castle as a shrunken turtle when his people are desperate for him?"

Gromash was furious, he felt that the battle he had longed for had been tarnished, and that the victory over the cowards would have no glory at all, but would have dirty the blade of the bloody axe!

Gromash pulled out the steel cannon he had been reluctant to use, and broke the chains of the bridge.

The bridge fell, and the only thing that stood in Grommash's path was the last ornate wooden door inlaid with iron, and he roared with rage and blood, and slashed through the last of the obstacles, kicked open the door, and entered the house that was said to be called the King's Hall.

The floor of the hall is ornately patterned, and a red carpeted throne stands at the end of the hall facing the main door.

But above the throne, the shadow of the king was nowhere to be seen.

Gromash cautiously walked into the hall and looked around, only to find that there was no one here, it was an empty house, and the cowardly king had already fled his city through an unknown secret passage!

"Roar!" roared Gromash angrily, he hated such a result, he hated such a coward!

"Oh!"

Just then, outside the King's Hall, there was a strange howl, and Gromash immediately walked out of the hall with his warriors.

The scene in front of him made him both frightened and angry.

The human soldiers who had died in battle stood up again in a twisted and stiff posture, their pupils dilated, motionless and filled with the hollowness of death, but even so, Gromash knew that they had been seen.

In the sky, the blue-purple arcane barrier suddenly reappeared, and Grommash's face changed dramatically, and he suddenly understood that the city was a trap, and the real purpose of the enemy was the other orcs who did not participate in the siege.

"Great Chief, may the ancestors bless you. ”

Grommash prayed for Izzy and slew the resurrected undead soldiers, who were in this cage to do what he could.