A quarter of an hour before the huge cannonballs of Belencaster I finally tore through the walls of the Thunder Bluff Fortress, Asog, the "Heart of the Dragon", also completed their preparations. The most enlightened, but perhaps the most unlucky, Golden Horde Khan of the century, has now begun his final preparations.

He wiped down his family armor several times, a habit he had developed over the years. Every time he needs to go into battle in person, he hopes that he can have a glamorous image.

Ordinary orc khans or high-ranking generals feel that it is a very exciting thing to go to battle with a bloody outfit; But after all, Asog is the most avant-garde of all the clan khans in the past hundred years, and his greatest dream is to lead the orcs to evolve in the direction of civilization. As a result, his style is also very much like those noble knights with a long family line in the southern civilized countries, and even more like an elf - those guys pay attention to style and physique, even if they fight or even die, they should maintain their demeanor and dignity.

In a sense, this is not pretending and squeezing. Ordinary soldiers are contradictory, hoping that someone will always guide and lead them on the front lines of the fiercest battles, and that this leader will be as inviolable as a god and as bright as the sun. Probably only in this way can their sense of security be preserved to the greatest extent.

Orgrimmar lacks iron, which is determined by productivity. The rare production of stainless steel is also used to cast more important blades, and as for armor, which is more consumable than blades, it can only be seen on the plate. Therefore, on the battlefield, it is very easy to distinguish between the high-ranking officers of the orcs - to see if the opponent has armor, or to see if the armor is cloth armor or iron armor. The chiefs and shamans claim to the orcs that the people of the Great Wasteland can kill the armor of humans and elven cisns with their muscles alone, but it is clear that propaganda is one thing, and the battlefield is another.

After all, the Burning Blade Clan is one of the most powerful clans in Orgrimmar, and Asog also has a family heirloom armor, which was created for himself by a dwarven master craftsman several generations ago, when the Khan paid a lot of money for a dwarven master craftsman. Although it is a little old, it has not been damaged, and the style is very powerful, making it a very suitable armor for leaders. It's just that this is a piece of one-piece plate armor with some weight, and it is very troublesome for one person to wear, so of course you need someone to help.

There are still a lot of comrades-in-arms that Asog trusts, but if such a thing as helping to wear armor is done by ordinary people, it is really pitiful. So, this kind of thing is all ...... by the stunning shamanic lady Well, by the standards of orcs, it is indeed a stunning beauty. Even by the standards of elves and humans, if you throw away the thick lips and fangs of the orcs, only the part above the nose is counted, it is definitely a stunning beauty.

Now that Asog had been covered with plate armor, he couldn't bend down so deeply, so the shaman lady knelt directly on the ground and tied the khan's leg armor. Her movements were careful and gentle, so gentle that she didn't look like an orc at all.

"Bargasa...... Am I a very incompetent khan? The Golden Horde looked at the woman half-kneeling in front of him and asked in a deep voice.

“…… Why? After the Battle of Farrahals, most of the orcs thought you were the greatest Golden Horde Khan in a hundred years. Bargasa didn't look up, but as he spoke, he reached out and put his left leg armor on Asog, which was secured with a belt.

"Then, the greatest Golden Horde Khan in 100 years of history is now trapped in this ancient fortress like a tomb with the last remnants of the orcs." Asog stretched out his hands and smiled: "Can the Golden Horde, who almost brought the entire race to a dead end, still claim to be great?" ”

His smile was very calm, as if he were simply telling a joke that wasn't actually funny.

"Well, maybe you need a great death right now. Anyway, the people who followed you to this desperate road have no choice but to follow you to death together. Miss Shaman's hand paused, and she looked up, smiling as well.

“…… Bagasa, oh, my Bagasa, you are such a good woman, why don't I marry you sooner? ”

"Probably a good woman like me, I don't want to be your one hundred and first favorite concubine."

"Even if it's the thousandth and one, isn't it the most important one?"

"But in the end, isn't it still one of your ten thousand and one favorite concubines recorded in history?"

"The numbers are a bit subtle...... Asog couldn't help but sigh helplessly: "So, Bagasa, what can a khan like me leave for the current Orgrimmar and the orcs besides history?" ”

Miss Shaman pondered for a moment, stood up, padded her feet, held Asog's face, and said seriously: "Listen, Asog, you are the greatest Golden Horde Khan in a hundred years, because in the sky above Farahals, you have led us to the most glorious victory in a hundred years!" You have big enough dreams, enough tenacity, and enough ability to make them happen...... It's just that nothing is absolute. You know, it's not like having the ability to have goals and actions to succeed. The only thing you lack is a little bit of luck. We are doomed, Asog, but the orcs are doomed, and we just have to leave them history, and that's enough! ”

The most capable Golden Horde Khan in a hundred years, and probably the most tragic Golden Horde, looked at the woman in front of him with a deep groan, and for the first time there was mixed emotions in his eyes: "Bagasa, I love you." ”

"I know ......"

Then, interrupting their last moment of warmth, it was the earth-shattering roar of the Belencaster No. 1 cannon.

With the huge crack in the city wall collapsing, the main drama finally began.

If it were an ordinary soldier, looking at the continuous explosions on the position on the opposite side, basically only when the artillery bombardment of his own side had completely stopped, would he tremble and launch a charge under the whipping of the officer, right? After all, the gameplay of infantry and artillery coordination is an advanced skill of the 20th century. It was able to face the artillery fire that was already facing away from both sides, and the flames and flames on the opposite side rushed straight into the sky, so that people couldn't even open their eyes, but they still needed to continue to charge, as if they were going to rush all the way to the sea of fire. That's quite a test of people's mental endurance.

However, in this world, it is probably difficult to find soldiers with thicker nerves than this group of Nord brothers.

5,000 Nord Hans, armed to the teeth, as the commando of the whole army, began to charge. They didn't carry any of the tools needed to cross the moat. For these most elite Nord royal warriors, "every ounce of strength in their bodies is used to carry weapons, weapons, and more than enough weapons." In fact, they really don't need to. Just when the Nord strong men in the first row were about to approach the moat. The light of the Transformation Formation Circle flickered under the city walls, and the dirt that had just been pushed into the river by the ordinary soldiers began to condense, take shape, and finally solidify in an instant. In just a few seconds of flickering, the gravel and dirt turned into a stable earth dam, more than five meters wide. While cutting off the moat, it also formed a stable passage for marching.

Of course, the mages of the Knowledge Alliance can't be all waste, as long as they don't need to charge into battle and fight the enemy in hand-to-hand combat, the ability to cooperate with their comrades in this aspect is still very strong.

The Nord warriors quickly rushed over the earthen dam and stepped onto the mound of earth that had been pushed out of the rubble of the city walls. At the same time, more than a hundred orcs also appeared at the crack in the city wall. Many of them were wounded, and some of them were even missing arms and legs, but one by one they still drew their swords and faced the mighty enemies outside the city.

"For Orgrimmar! Orcs will never be slaves! ”

"Orcs will never be slaves!"

Although the orcs lost the cover of the city wall and fell into a state of complete chaos for a while, this fighting nation is most proud of the fact that they will not lose their fighting spirit at any time, right?

However, the Nord warriors, who had already stepped on the earthen dam, did not immediately charge. They paused for half a step, waiting for real reinforcement to arrive. Immediately afterward, the sound of breaking the air from the sky roared, but before these sounds reached the ears of the orcs, more than a dozen cannonballs fell directly between the gaps in the city wall, and fell among the orcs who had just successfully lined up, and suddenly turned into boiling flames. The tough flesh was torn to shreds in the soaring flames and the spreading shockwave, and was thrown high into the air.

"Rush in!" The Nord commandos roared loudly. Several soldiers in the front row even let out a boiling roar directly with their battle roars, and a few orcs who stood relatively far away and did not have time to be affected by the artillery fire in the explosion were shattered by the battle cry at close range on the spot, and they couldn't even stand up in place, and then they were slashed by the sword.

On both sides of the ruined walls, the defenders had lost the cover of the female walls, but hundreds of plains trolls and centaurs still insisted on gathering on both sides of the gap, ready to attack condescendingly with bows and arrows and poisoned javelins. However, before they could bend their bows and arrows, a continuous burst of gunfire rang out on the opposite side of the moat, and in an instant, half of the soldiers were either dead or maimed, completely incapacitated. It was an attack by the Federation gunners. Despite the moat and towering walls, these brave defenders were within range of the gunners.

The assault party of Nord hoplites quickly passed through the breached, breached. In front of them, in addition to the lanes in the fortress, there was an even taller second layer of walls, and the soldiers on top of them who were ready to go. However, instead of going straight to the first wall, they climbed straight up the stairs inside the first wall. You know, each layer of the wall is directly together, and in doing so, you can completely turn a hard-fought siege into a head-to-head hand-to-hand combat - although it is still hard-hitting, but the difficulty is another matter.

In terms of frontal combat, the Nord brothers have never been afraid of anyone, even if the other party is an orc who claims to be a fighting race.

The Minotaur guard Berun held the stairs with an iron staff as large as a flagpole. He swept down three Nord warriors on the spot, but then was killed by the Nord Knight Captain Ed? Bin found a flaw, and was directly disemboweled by an axe. The Minotaur fell to one knee on the ground, barely trying to hold on to his breath, but was immediately struck in the head by another Nord commando wielding a war hammer, and his torso was pierced by five sharp blades at the same time.

The mighty body of the Minotaur fell, but the Nord's heart did not waver, and he continued to charge by stepping on his corpse, and soon trampled it into a mass of minced flesh.

Just as planned by the Coalition leadership, the flames of battle soon burned to the city walls. Ed? Unaware that he had taken out an important target, Bin stood at the mouth of the staircase and loudly summoned the warriors behind him to follow. He blew a group of orcs rushing towards him off the wall with his war cry, but was then killed by a poisoned javelin thrown by the trolls, a shot in the throat. The first fifty Nord warriors who rushed to the city wall with him were all killed after killing and wounding several times the number of enemies.

And then, the resistance of the orcs on the first wall also ended. Because the 51st Nord who climbed the stairs of the mountain was none other than Emperor Otto himself.

He carried a large sword with a blade of more than one meter in each hand, and was dressed in gorgeous gold armor, and he knew that he was a big man at a glance. The orcs immediately surrounded them with a shout, but it was as if a pack of hyenas were trying to lay siege to the dragon, and they could not hurt the emperor in the slightest. They had only just taken a step forward before they were directly torn apart by the storm of sword qi.

More and more soldiers climbed the walls and marched towards the interior of the fortress along the connecting bridges between them. There were even coalition soldiers who directly occupied the running position on the tower, turned the ballista on it in a different direction, and fired at the tower on the second layer of the city wall, which was only more than a hundred meters apart.

The orcs felt that they should resist in the direction of the second floor, but the magic towers behind them, which had been named one by one by the Belencaster I cannon, collapsed one after another. Even if it was such a group of fighting races that would rather bend than bend, their morale and fighting spirit fell to the bottom.

Then, above the sky, a huge black shadow pierced through the clouds and mist, turning into a steel dragon, waving its wings and enveloping the sky above the Thunder Cliff Fortress. At that moment, the last of the orc air cavalry who had poured out of the fortress broke up on the spot before they could launch a decisive charge, like sparrows driven away by goshawks. The knights did still have the courage to fight to the death, but they could not appease the frightened mounts at all. As a result, the orc air cavalry, which could not form a unified formation, soon became the target of hunting by the elven silver pegasus and the Nord dragoons.

As one of the three poles of the human world, the Nords certainly have an air force. Although the scale is not large, and all the forces of the empire are integrated, there are only less than 2,000 people in total, but the combat effectiveness is extremely strong. The mount is an ironlophosaurus that inhabits the northwestern part of the Arel Plateau, and is also one of the subspecies of the true dragon, and its strength is not below the bipedal wyvern of the Orgrimmar Great Wasteland. Although it does not have the ability to breathe venom and lightning breath, it is larger, has more stamina and strength, and is said to be able to fly a mammoth in extreme cases, even as a cameo load.

As for the riders, they were the Varda, a minority ethnic group belonging to the Nord branch. This minority is said to be a hybrid of the ancient Nords and the Titans...... Lu Xi has always been very suspicious of this, but it must be admitted that this ethnic minority, which has a total of less than 20,000 people, is even more burly and strong than the ordinary Nord brothers, and one out of every hundred people has the innate ability to summon thunder or lightning, but it really has a bit of a Titan giant flavor.

The Silver Pegasus and the Iron Dragons began to strangle the last resistance of the orcs, and the Federation's air force took the opportunity to cross the first wall.

Immediately afterward, hundreds of battle mages condescendingly cast spells, causing the orcs who were preparing to line up on the second wall to face the enemy suffer a literal catastrophe. If it's just a simple fireball, thunderbolt, freezing or something, then it's still easy, and with a shield on top of your head, you can still block one or two. However, whether it was the sudden appearance of oil stains on the city walls, the ground that suddenly began to tremble, or even the rock golems, flame spirits, and various other summons that suddenly emerged from between their arrays, they all continued to create chaos among the orc defenders.

After breaking through the first wall, it took less than five minutes for the coalition forces to burn the flames to the second wall. As for the final third wall...... Well, all those towering magic towers were actually built here, and they were the first to be hit in the strict sense.

Now, the last magic tower has completely collapsed. At the last moment, the most powerful demonic mechanism left over from the ancient Gersa Empire was too late to launch even a single attack.

"Hmm...... This is called deck washing...... Oh no, it's a tactic to wash the city gates. "Lu Xi riding high in the sky" Panarsis? Steel Dragon Version", looking at the defenders who were retreating towards the third wall, finally had a sense of satisfaction that the overall situation had been decided. On the hill outside the city, nearly twenty shots had already been fired from front to back, and after smashing down a wall and six magic towers, the Belencastel I cannon finally diverted its attention and began firing at the crumbling gate.

“Duang！” I don't know what kind of metal the gate made a loud noise, and it shook several times with a slight tremble, but it didn't fall.

Then, this will probably be the last time Berencaster 1 roars. Then, the base of the cannon was directly half dispersed, and the high-spirited barrel pointing towards the fortress also drooped as if it had entered the time of a sage.

“…… Well, after all, it's just an experimental product, and after twenty consecutive launches, as a trial work, what else can I be dissatisfied with? Lu Xi spread out his hand and said that the Sprinkle family should accept this setting.