This is a battle that cannot be lost.

For Lothar, once he loses, the thousands of people of Stormwind will die without a place to bury. And for Orgrim, once he loses, the tribe that was already scattered will truly fall apart.

Thinking about the tribal 'warriors' who are still fighting against the Raveners, Tiger Men, and Ogre Gorian Empire on the various fronts of Draenor, Orgrim feels a headache and chills.

Maybe this is the tribe, they are brave and fearless, they can always face death with a smile, but they never know what it means to prioritize.

How many orcs are willing to give up their interests for the sake of the future of an entire tribe!

Hardly!

If one day, there is a wise man who is willing to think about the tribe and every orc, and Orgrim is willing to give up everything he has, whether it is status or power, or even his life!

Because only under the leadership of such a person can the tribe have a future.

Instead of twisting and staggering forward in fear and madness, as is the case now.

Orgrim couldn't even imagine what kind of future he was leading his tribe towards, a glorious and beautiful paradise or a thorny hell.

Shaking his head slightly, he threw out the messy thoughts, raised the hammer of destruction in his hand, and with the sound of the earth-shattering horn, countless huge trebuchets were pushed out in the dark green orc array.

They don't know how to make machines, and they don't have human craftsmen, and the craftsmanship of the orcs is actually quite crude. But in one point, neither goblin gnomes nor humans can compare to orcs.

That's the size of the instrument.

The huge trebuchet looked more like rotten wood piled up at random, but the sheer size of the trebuchet made no one dare to underestimate it. More than a dozen orc laborers desperately pulled the ropes of the trebuchet, and the rocks like a hill were placed in the tattered net pockets. While the crudely constructed workmanship and almost no design make it difficult for these trebuchets to accurately hit the walls, if they are hit, even a sturdy city like Stormwind will inevitably suffer a little damage.

And for Lothar, who was already ready for a long battle, such a loss was unacceptable.

However, the huge size of the orc trebuchet gives it unparalleled lethality, and it also makes it the best target. No matter how hard the orc coolies work, it will be difficult for these big guys to get out of snakeskin. So, against a red background, a volley of fireballs smashed accurately on the trebuchet, and the flames engulfed everything in an instant.

But for such a loss, Orgrim did not care.

In fact, Orgrim didn't have any faith in these things that didn't work. All he needs is to use these big guys to expose the human firepower.

And when humanity fully reveals its firepower......

Gul'dan waved his hand lightly, such a battle did not require him to intervene. Although the Shadow Council is now not one in ten, the remaining power is still not to be underestimated. Dozens of orc warlocks held skeletal staffs in their hands, sinister smiles on their faces. Or shadow arrows, or meteor showers, a large number of forgiveness-colored spells flew towards the city.

That's the sadness of the defenders. seems to have taken the lead, but in essence, the rhythm is led by others.

However, human mages are not vegetarians, and although their combat power is not excellent, the habits they have developed over the years have allowed them to easily detect and dodge the first wave of attacks. Or flash, or teleport, or lazy donkey rolling...... The first round of the confrontation was more like a test of each other than a brilliant result as Orgrim had thought.

Orgrim is wise, but he's only a warrior.

Master Fa's question, you know a few truths!

Coupled with Gu Yanzu's obstruction, the first wave of confrontation was supposed to be vigorous, but in the end it became inconclusive.

But that doesn't mean the human mages are safe. On the contrary, at this time, the masters no longer have the dignity and elegance of the past. Originally not very strong, they were particularly scrambling in the face of an enemy who had an advantage in quantity and even better in quality.

But Khadgar did not show up.

It's not that Lothar doesn't care about these mages, in fact Lothar values the value of these mages more than anyone else. Stormwind isn't Dalaran, and there's no mage to choose from. Every mage can take root in Stormwind, and both Ryan and Lothar have put a lot of effort into it.

But at this time, Khadgar is thrown, and the orcs are bound to bring that terrifyingly powerful warlock to the forefront. And at that time, it was a duel of extraordinary powers. This kind of cathartic battle is particularly disadvantageous to the defending side. Lothar was unwilling and did not have the courage to test the power of the mage's skills with the thickness of his walls. Because if anything goes wrong, this city, this city of millions of people, will be reduced to nothing.

So knowing that Khadgar could solve the dilemma in front of him, Lothar could only choose to press him to his seat and remain motionless.

Under the cover of the warlock, the orcs pounced like a black cloud. It's still the same chaos, it's still the same orderless as ever, but it's still as crazy as ever.

The huge chariot was carried forward slowly, and at the same time, the human archers began their attack. A rain of arrows began to pour down, and small trebuchets at the head of the city began to shoot clay pots filled with fire oil. The shattered jar was shattered to the ground, leaving a mark of flame. And the orcs who are stuck to their bodies by the fire oil can only be burned to death unless they cut off their limbs.

But the oil is only a minority, and the lethality of the arrows is insignificant to the rough-skinned orcs. With thick planks on their heads, these crazy orcs are able to fight even if they look like hedgehogs. The black torrent rushed towards the moat at the edge of the city, and then drowned without hesitation. Holding high the wooden ladder, the orcs clinged to the walls like dense ants and began to climb wildly and rapidly.

Then they were smashed down without hesitation, and the lucky ones could save their lives by smashing them on their companions, and the unfortunate ones fell directly to the ground and were turned into pulp by the people who came after.

There are many orc warriors who gather under Stormwind with hard labor, or shoot at the soldiers at the city with their heads up, or frantically and persistently clinging to the ants amid vulgar invective. As if she was thinking about something, Lothar narrowed her eyes slightly, and then nodded emphatically.

The adjutant beside Lothar shook the small red flag in his hand, and then, a sound like an eagle chirping, but with a hint of a lion and tiger roaring, came from a distance.

Griffon Cavalry, here!