"Attack, don't stop, warriors of the tribe!"

"Kill this fortress, capture these human warriors, and sacrifice them to the great Lord Gul'dan!"

At the top of the tribal military power, the orc overseer Mross, who was only below the chieftains of the powerful clans, held aloft the banner of the Storm Marauder clan that exuded dark green evil energy, brandished a battle axe the size of a wheel, and loudly issued orders to the surrounding warriors from all the clans of the tribe.

A full 3,000 powerful armored orc warriors, and nearly 15,000 orc laborers with rudimentary weapons who served as cannon fodder and were two heads shorter than the orc war, surrounded the human rock fortress on the cliff, and with the rough trebuchets that had just been built, they launched an attack in full swing.

The sound of war drums and fighting. The sound of stones crashing against the walls of the fortress undulated on each other on the small battlefield.

"For the Horde!"

"Kill all these cowards!"

"Long live the chief!"

In the midst of this earth-shattering shout, several rough ladders made from the branches of the ancient trees in the surrounding Elwyn Forest had just been pushed up the wall by a group of orc laborers who braved the rain of arrows, and before the tall orc warriors behind them could climb up, they were pushed off the wall by the transcendent human warriors in the fortress.

For a time, with its tall walls and strong barriers, the human army was temporarily glued to the orcs.

"Damn, Blom, where are our shamans and warlocks?"

Much to the chagrin of the recently successful Overseer Mross, who had been unable to take on a brief assault, angrily asked his lieutenant, standing behind him as burly as his green-skinned orc warrior.

"Lord Muros, the power of our tribe and the chieftains are all guarding the Dark Gate."

The adjutant, who had a calm expression that was diametrically opposed to his hideous face, answered his boss's questions truthfully.

Damn, didn't Chief Gul'dan say that the entire human powerhouse of the Headwind Trail had been wiped out by his collaborators in this world! In this fortress, how can there still be so many warrior-level extraordinary powerhouses.

The leader of the orc vanguard army, Mross, who surrounded the rock fortress, couldn't help but feel a little anxious as he watched the battle in front of him that was in full swing but always stalemate.

In the tribal orc society, regarding the division of warrior professional transcendents, the warrior rank is probably the same as the official rank warrior of Azeroth, they are all bronze-level powerhouses above mortals, and the real middle power of each orc clan is the chief level corresponding to the silver rank.

The evil energy battle banner with a low-level life siphon spell given by Guldan in his hand not only has the power to shield the communication magic that may exist in the human army, but also can clearly perceive that this small fortress in front of him has 4 vigorous warrior-level transcendent life forces through this evil energy magic weapon.

The most powerful of them, the one who leads the four life forces, is the one who is only half a step below him.

Among the countless orc tribes in the Draenor Continent behind the Dark Gate, the first batch of orc warriors to enter Azeroth stood out, in addition to being a confidant of the Gul'dan clan and having a demigod warlock as a big backer, he naturally has a level of knowledge above the level in terms of war.

The orc overseer Mross clearly knew that in this kind of battle with the force of the transcendent, if it was not for the absolute superiority on the plain, the strong man of this level would be consumed to death, then he could only wait for the food in the fortress to run out, and when these humans forcibly broke through, he and several other warrior-level orc officers of the vanguard legion personally took action and forcibly killed those humans!

As for him personally leading the team with a few warrior-level powerhouses?

I'm sorry, but neither our Overseer Murros nor the other orc warriors have tacitly agreed not to bring this up.

As for the reason, it is also ridiculous to say that in the experience of the orc army sacking hundreds of human towns around the headwind trail, when attacking the towns, those brightly armored but cowardly human territory guards did not cause any casualties to the powerful tribal warriors, but when attacking the core castles of the nobles of the feudal territory that few people guarded, but for a long time, all kinds of strange physical and magical defense mechanisms caused heavy casualties to the tribal warriors such as Muros.

Later, these difficult but extremely rich places were personally attacked by the legal shamans or silver-level chieftains of various orc clans.

"Tell our warriors to watch out for their own safety, but urge those lazy and stupid laborers to attack with all their might!"

Staring at the hot battlefield in front of him, Msos whispered an order to his lieutenant.

"Yes! Lord Overseer! ”

The adjutant nodded and replied in a deep voice······

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"The green-skinned orcs in front of us, attacking like a tidal wave, are likely to be the culprits responsible for the loss of contact in the kingdom's upwind trail area."

"Since we encountered them four days ago, we have been forced to engage in three contact battles with these monsters, and unfortunately, we have failed each time."

"These abominable monsters are roughly divided into two kinds, one is a low-pitched monster that is shorter than our thinnest soldiers, but not weaker in strength; The other is a powerful greenskin warrior who is taller than me and requires three heavily armed soldiers to face head-on. ”

"Except for the extraordinary strength and no statistics, the combat power of our ordinary soldiers is far weaker than these monsters."

"As the deputy commander of the 17th Light Infantry Regiment of the Kingdom, I and the regiment commander Colonel Pique, as well as General Marcos and his two lieutenants of the 16th Regiment of the Kingdom, five powerful transcendent warriors, tried to use General Marcos's military stealth magic props to break through the perimeter of these monster armies 2 days ago, in an attempt to directly kill the leader of this group of monsters."

"But what I didn't expect was that at the core of these monsters, there were at least 7 or more, which was enough to compare with or even surpass the powerful power of our transcendent warriors!"

"Fortunately, there is no legal profession in this monster, and we escaped safely."

"General Marcos asked one of his lieutenants to go to the interior of the kingdom with the only ten horses of the infantry regiment to ask for help."

"And then lead us to hold on here, in a fairly strong rock fortress."

"However, there is a severe shortage of food and water here, and General Marcos told me yesterday that we may not be able to hold out for long if we do not get help in a short period of time!"

"Emma, my love, I'm sorry, I may not be able to spend my life with you."

"If I die in battle here, please be sure to tell this information to the higher-ups in Dalaran so that they can inform my homeland as soon as possible."

"May the Light bless humanity ······"

Unlike the front-line battlefields outside, where there was a lot of war and rubble splattered everywhere, in the innermost command room of the entire fortress, a tall, handsome officer wrote his diary on a flat parchment, and next to him, a box the size of a ring box inlaid with a blue dull magic stone.

This was originally a precious magic prop for him to contact his lover who was studying magic far away in Dalaran, and to use low-level fixed-point space magic to transmit love letters, but at this moment, it has become the officer's last spiritual sustenance.

The officer is going to hide this magic box in a small corner inside the rock fortress, if he dies in battle, after the besieging orc army leaves, especially after the prop that suppresses the entire communication and transmits magic leaves here, the magic stone on this box will return to its original luster, and the internal parchment scroll will be teleported.

"Deputy Commander! I saw the smoke and dust of the horses' hooves, and it was our people. ”

"We are saved!"

At that moment, a young soldier with brown hair ran in excitedly, his body covered in the filthy blood of orc labor.

"What!"

"Great!"

The officer stood up abruptly, and followed the soldier towards the outside of the fortress, and behind him, the blue dim magic stone box that had been suppressed by the orc's evil energy clan battle banner shook slightly, and revived, flashing with a brilliant glow representing hope and victory······