A country that has not had a real large-scale war since its founding, what can such a country that has not experienced the baptism of war inherit?

Hundreds of years of peace and ease have long corroded people's fighting spirit, making people mentally collapsed, perhaps not seen in ordinary times, once it reaches a critical moment it will become a fatal flaw.

Look at the current Stormwind Kingdom, because the peaceful days have passed for too long, so long that the nobles of the royal capital have forgotten the danger, and they only care about pleasure, regardless of the consequences of what they do, and now they are being picked up by the orcs for a big advantage.

The dense forests near Stormwind provided enough material for the orcs to attack the city, and the human soldiers on the walls watched as the trees were cut down and then made into rudimentary siege ladders and other objects by the orcs to attack the city they were meant to defend.

On the city wall, Rhine's eyes were bleeding. Just as he had just woken up, the kingdom's strength and prosperity were all clouds on the surface, but in fact it was rotten on the inside. It was only his self-belief that he had not yet encountered a real strong enemy, and the orcs would ruthlessly burst the bubble as soon as they came.

Woowoo......

With the sound of a terrible trumpet, the orcs pushed the freshly baked siege ladders, and came with fear in the uneasy eyes of the human soldiers.

Invaders from the world of Draenor have broken centuries of peace in Stormwind.

Rhine drew his sword, raised it high, and shouted, "Shoot the arrow!" ”

In any case, the human soldiers standing on the city wall at the moment are all soldiers, even if most of them are not qualified, but they still have the most basic qualities that a soldier should have. Rhine's order was quickly carried out, and a rain of arrows swooped down on the besieging orcs.

The kinetic energy of the bowstring when it shoots, the potential energy that transforms when it falls from a height, and the sharp iron arrow, even if the orc who has strengthened his flesh after drinking the blood of the devil, will not be unharmed. The arrows shot through their skin, tearing open the muscles beneath them, and nailed them into the orc's body, hot blood pouring down their faces.

After all, it is flesh and blood, and it cannot compete with the hardness of steel, and the orcs who were shot were injured without accident, and some unlucky guys were shot to death.

This scene fell into the eyes of the defenders, and many soldiers couldn't help but be stunned, and some even let out an incomprehensible exclamation.

It turned out that the image of the orcs was too vicious, and the old soldiers who were used to enjoying it in Stormwind City were frightened by the appearance of the other party before they even fought, and they were frightened and panicked before the battle began. When they found out that the weapon in their hands could inflict damage on the orcs, and when they saw that the vicious orcs would be injured, bleed, and die, the fear in their hearts would be shattered at once.

What about the ferocity of the orcs?

What about orcs who are muscular?

With our backs to a fortified city, armed with sharp weapons, and covered by tall walls, why should we be afraid of the orcs who are not even fully armoured and rely on improvised rudimentary siege ladders?

Morale is a very strange thing, it cannot be seen or touched, but it is this invisible and intangible morale that can often affect the trend of war.

After the fear of orcs in their hearts was broken, the originally demoralized defenders of Stormwind City suddenly came to their senses.

"Shoot them!"

"Let them know we're good."

Standing on the tall and sturdy walls, thinking that he was not in danger, the defenders of Stormwind were in high spirits.

As the defenders of the royal city, the weapons and arrows in the hands of these people are the best in the entire kingdom, and a rain of arrows passes, not to mention the poor armor of the orcs, even the elite troops who are fully armed cannot bear it.

As a result, the momentum of the orc's advance was briefly halted.

"Damn!" The Black Hand was furious that the advance of the troops ahead did not go well, "Can you believe that the brave orc warriors have been held back by the weak humans, Gul'dan? ”

In the Black Hand, the orcs should have pushed Stormwind City, and the weak creatures like humans should be slaughtered obediently, even if the latter resisted, it would be a pointless struggle, just like the Draenei at the beginning. But now he saw something - humans actually blocked the attack of the orcs, and even shot many orc warriors.

What are humans doing here?

Do you want to go against the sky?

Gul'dan, who was once synonymous with wisdom among orcs, was the complete opposite of the irascination of the Black Hand, and he could not see the slightest anxiety and anger in his eyes, and he was not unclear about the combat power of humans. If humans are vulnerable, how can orcs be kept in the dark swamp for several years? What's more, Gul'dan also knows that there is a powerful being among the human beings that he cannot fight, the Lord of Karazan who opened the dark portal and introduced the orcs to the world of Azeroth, and still cannot guess his true intentions.

As a nominal subordinate and the brains of the Black Hand, Gul'dan still has to deal with the other party even if he doesn't think much of the Black Hand's words in his heart: "Although the arrows of human beings are sharp, how long can such an attack last?" ”

There is a limit to the number of arrows, and once the defenders of Stormwind run out of arrows, what can they do to stop the orcs from their onslaught.

Besides, shooting arrows with a bow may seem simple, but in fact it consumes a lot of physical strength, not to mention that even orcs, who are known for their physical strength, cannot shoot continuously for long periods of time.

The number of arrows and the limitations of physical strength doomed the attack intensity of the defenders of Stormwind City to last long, so Gul'dan was not worried.

The ordinary soldiers of the human race were completely out of Gul'dan's eyes, and the walls of Stormwind were full of people, and they together did not weigh as much as a finger of Karazhan's unfathomable lord.

The orc army is attacking the capital of this kingdom, will the other party still ignore it as before?

That's what Gul'dan fears.

"War is really the best catalyst."

Ainan shook his glass, not wine but clear spring water, which rippled like a storm of orc invasion, shattering the peace of the world of Azeroth.

Apparently, Ainan, who worries Gul'dan, is watching the war in Stormwind through the eyes of a mage.

Humans are forced out—both physically and psychologically—and in the shadow of war brought by the orcs, human soldiers are maturing at the fastest pace.

Egwene on the side was bored, no matter how fierce the war between mortals was, it was not much different from her family.

"You can take your time here."

After leaving a word, Egwene left the room.

I went to see the opera performed by the puppets in the tower, and I really didn't know what to do with those babbling and aria at every turn.

In response, Ainan shrugged helplessly.

It seems that even if they are both demigod-level mages, men and women will not have the same hobbies.

Egwene didn't know what kind of grandeur Azeroth would be after that, he only regarded this as part of the plan, and the war had not yet seen a real bright spot, and the strength level between the attackers and defenders was too low, so it was natural that Egwene was not interested.

"The first battle between orcs and humans in the assault and defense of Stormwind City, this historic moment is only witnessed by me."

Before he finished speaking, Ainan put down his glass and looked into the distance.

Following his gaze, a blue shadow at the end of the sky flew menacingly in the direction of the Mage Tower.