Unlike Orgrim, Grom is known in the world of Draenor for his madness and bloodlust. During the Orc's war against the Draenei, he fought alone in enemy lines, tearing hundreds of Draenei's garrisons to shreds. Not only was he the first to take the lead in drinking the potions that would make the orcs stronger, but Zuhd also vaguely knew that after feeling the powerful and violent power, Grom had asked Gul'dan alone to ask for the puree of the green potion.

That's puree! Just drinking a hundredth concentration of dilution has already made Zuhed's feelings become dozens of times more irritable than before, not to mention the grom who drank the puree. During the assault on Shattrath, the capital of the Draenei, Grom alone killed hundreds of Draenei garrisons. As long as there is no one on the battlefield who is his opponent, bloodshed, wounded and angry will only make him stronger.

Feeling the murderous aura in Grom, Zuherd finally gave up the idea of speaking for his people - inside the fortress anyway...... It's just some dwarves who have lost their combat effectiveness, so Zuhd told himself. But in fact, what really made him chill was that he didn't have the courage to say a word in front of the current Grom. ,…,

At the head of the fortress of Danmod, Arthas is hiding behind a battlement, and beside him is a nervous Mograini, Frost Sorrow who is squatting on the ground boringly and drawing circles, and who is doing his duty and taking responsibility? The High Elf Ranger Winlessa looking at the mission. "Your Royal Highness Prince Arthas, it's too dangerous here, let's go down there." Mograini persists in persuading Arthas to leave the city - although Mograini is confident in his fighting skills, this is a battlefield after all, and he is not completely sure that Arthas will be safe.

"Oh, you're so annoying, can't you be quiet?" Speak in this tone. Naturally, it's our most impolite Miss Frost Sorrow. The little magic sword had long been impatient with his mother-in-law's Mograine, and while making a grimace, he said confidently: "As long as Xiaoshuang is there, no one will want to hurt the master!" ”

Arthas gave Mograine a "don't worry" look, Mograini had no choice but to try his best to lower his body, and at the same time use himself to cover Arthas - even so, Mograine was a little apprehensive - in order to cooperate with Danas's battle plan, Mograini could not use the golden holy shield now, which made him have little confidence in his current defense. Mograini was not afraid of getting hurt, he was worried about the safety of Arthas. ,…,

Hiding behind nearly a man-high battlements and facing outward? Wen Leisa, who was looking at her, suddenly shook her body. He retracted his head and whispered to Arthas, "There's movement, and sure enough, a group of orcs are coming!" When Arthas heard this, he also poked out half of his head and looked out of the city walls.

The difference between the human and the High Elves was so great that Arthas could only see the shadowy, fast-moving virtual image in the distance outside the fortress. At this time, the "lady in white" has completely fallen into the horizon, the sun has not yet risen, only the "blue child" is trying, trying to illuminate the earth with his own light, but in vain.

This was the darkest hour before dawn, and it was also the first head-on confrontation between humans and orcs since the remnants of the Stormwind Kingdom crossed north to Lordaeron. As nearly a hundred orc warriors approached the fortress of Dammmod, Arthas could see even the fangs in their mouths, the rudimentary weapons in their hands, the rusty plate armor, and the pale yellow saliva that flowed from them. A stream of heat rushed through Arthas's skin, tiny bumps shivering on his white flesh—it was a warrior, a paladin of the Knights of the Silver Hand, the blood of a young soldier boiling. …,

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But this is not a war in Alsace, he is still too young. Knowing that he was only a drag on the others, Arthas silently retreated to the side of the fortress near the wall, and several soldiers from Fort Rapids filled Arthas's place, along with Mograine and the others who had withdrawn with him.

The commander of the battle, Danas Thorbain, was at the head of the city not far from Arthas, quietly watching the orc vanguard that was already running under the walls. Ricks, the lieutenant of the Fort Riptide militia regiment, stood behind his own prince and marshal, engrossed, waiting to deliver the orders of the prince marshal.

Danas's men, nearly 5,000 men, were all scattered over the city and in position in defensive positions. More than 3,000 infantry armed with shields and one-handed swords...... hiding behind the battlements; More than 1,000 archers, leaning on the inner wall, quietly waited for the order to bend the bow.

The sound of "whooshing" is particularly eye-catching in a lonely city. Thick ropes were tossed from under the fortress to the head of the city, and were quickly straightened from the lower end, and the simple iron and even wooden claw-shaped heads hooked the battlements of the fortress of Danmod.

Although at this time, in order not to expose the situation of the city, no one will poke their heads down? Hope; But all the human warriors understood that the orcs had begun to climb towards the city. Danas silently recited three numbers in his heart, shook his head, and sighed - this group of orc pioneers is still too few in number. Not enough, far from enough; Compared to the intense anger of humanity that desires to avenge its fellow citizens, it is still too little. ,…,

As Danas's right hand jerked up, and then swung it down, Ricks' slightly broken roar rang out over the city: "Cut the rope!" As soon as the order was issued, the soldiers who were close to Danas, with their sharp one-handed blades in their hands, slashed fiercely at the ropes used by the orcs to climb the city wall.

With the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground. A scream rang out under the walls outside the fortress. The soldiers, far from the center of the city, were a little slower to react; However, at regular intervals on the wall, there will be a sentry who is responsible for delivering orders. Therefore, the city wall was quickly reminded of the shouts of "cut the rope", and the thud of heavy objects falling to the ground, and the terrible howls of the orcs when they fell to their deaths, also came and went.

Of course, not every orc fell under the walls, and some of the swift orcs had already climbed to the top of the city before the command to cut the rope arrived; But what awaited them was not a drunken dwarf who had fallen to the ground as promised, but a heavily armed Riptide militia with anger in his eyes. ,…,

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