Roar...... Roar...... Roar......

The shrill roars of orcs, the burning and collapsing of town buildings, the screams of human civilians in pain, the screams of goblins in excitement...... The entire Watchman has become a slaughterhouse. The orcs rushed into the city with battle axes and machetes, killing anyone they saw. Scarlet blood splattered on their skin, staining the green-skinned skin black.

"Evacuate to the city!"

The captain of the garrison shouted loudly as he retreated. Like lambs slaughtered, the people rushed desperately towards the inner city. From time to time, a wave of greenskins was killed from both sides of the main street, and then the scene was like a river intercepting, and all the civilians who were blocked by the greenskins were killed. Their corpses were trampled under the feet of the orcs, and the thick blood flowed into the streets, through the manhole covers, to the sewers, which were originally used to drain the sewage, were now surging with the blood of the city's civilians.

The captain of the city guard, Tank, saw that at the end of the street, a large wave of green skins was approaching, and the leading orc was much larger than the surrounding green skins. His face was deeply scarred, and the huge battle axe swung in his hand like a small storm, and all the living creatures in his way, whether they were soldiers at the Watch Fort, or unarmed civilians, were all chopped away by an axe...... Even, this rampaging orc leader even cut down his own people.

Nothing could stop him from killing, the huge battle axe split the head of a human infantryman, and then cut off the shoulder of another human warrior, grabbing an adult like garbage and throwing it out, and those who were still struggling were trampled into meatloaf by the slap of his foot......

"Run!"

The captain of the garrison, Tank, shouted in panic, he had never seen such a brutal orc. Combat effectiveness is almost unmatched.

......

[The great Grimmge Ironhide will win!]

[The great Grimmge Ironhide is the most powerful!]

On the front line, the two little goblins chirped excitedly, and as before, Grimg Ironhide slapped the two little goblins away in a violent bloodthirsty way, and his ears were clean again, as for whether they were bloody on the street or not, he didn't care. Grimg pulled out the tomahawk Gisnik, which had been chopped at the corpse, and the smell of blood permeated the air that lifted his spirits.

After cutting down two human shrimps, more than a dozen arrows flew in front of him. It was a crossbow shot by a human defender. However, only two feathered arrows landed in Ironskin's arms and pierced into the flesh, and the other dozen arrows, as soon as they hit the armor, all bounced back. The powerful Bloodforge Armor is made from the blood of the Chaos Dwarves and cannot be pierced by ordinary weapons.

Faced with the human shrimp hurting in the back, Grimug Ironhide became angry. He roared, like a giant beast, and crashed straight into it. A heavily armed Watchfort infantry in front of him didn't have time to dodge, and was knocked out by the strong black orc leader, squeezed together with his iron armor and muscles, and fell heavily to the ground, rubbing and causing blood to flow all over the ground.

Another human infantryman raised his spear and stabbed at it, only to see Grimg Ironhide not dodging it, facing the tip of the spear, the orc leader stepped up, the iron spearhead did not penetrate his armor at all, and Ironhide roared, and lifted the human infantryman who had attacked him with one hand, and his large hand like steel pincers held the soldier's neck.

Baga ...... Battle

There was a crack of crackling bones, and the young human soldier's cervical vertebrae were snapped, and the corpse slipped silently from the orc's thick palm. And the black orc leader's gaze is still cold, his bloodthirsty desire is burning, and he has to kill more people every moment to fill the desire in his heart.

In a few seconds, he was in the back row of the crossbowmen.

The soldiers of the Watch Fort tried to flee in desperation, only to see the iron sheet directly pick up the tomahawk Gisnik, and in the savage roar, the tomahawk slashed out quickly. Splitting a fleeing Overwatch crossbowman across his waist, the Watchmail soldier was split in two with an axe, the upper half of his body slammed forward, and the lower half was reduced to two bloody legs, and internal organs and blood were pouring from the shattered corpse.

Before the Beept soldier was immediately dead, Grimug Ironhide walked over and made up for it, crushing the mortally wounded human soldier's head to pieces. Beneath the iron boots, the brains mixed with blood were constantly squeezing out of the broken skull.

The rest of the soldiers turned into birds and beasts and fled. Not to mention civilians, most of the soldiers had seen such a violent and bloodthirsty orc for the first time in their lives.

Soon, the city gate was crowded with fleeing people. Behind them was the fierce and brutal orc legions. However, the High Lord Cyril has ordered the gates to be closed...... The inner city was a military fortress, not a residential area, and now it was crowded with civilians, and any more would only cause chaos, and food and water would not be guaranteed. Faced with a bloodthirsty army of greenskins, Cyril is desperate.

How he wished he had Rhodes' abilities, so that he could at least have the slightest chance of killing the greenskinned leader. But he didn't, he was just an ordinary man, what about the earl, what about the big lord. He didn't even dare to go down and duel with that black orc leader. Even for a round.

Cyril knew that without the protection of the walls, he was finished, and the city was finished. He saw how the soldiers died tragically under the machetes and tomahawks of the Black Orcs, Grimug Ironskin, and for the first time Cyril felt his strength and terror. I really understood Rod's concerns...... I should have believed him a long time ago, but it was too late to say anything. He saw that the castle was falling, and the windmill in the distance was blazing with flames, like a fire giant, and fell in an instant.

"My lord, the civilians are still outside the city!"

The captain of the garrison, who had narrowly escaped from the crowd, asked his lord nervously. But judging by Cyril's face, he already got the answer.

"They are not soldiers, do you want them to fight with our soldiers for food? Hold your position, you shouldn't ask such a question, the next time you ask such a question, I will throw you down to feed the wolves!"

Cyril yelled.

"You're such a cold-blooded guy. ”

On the side came Giger, the lord of Wintercastle. The old lord, like other ordinary soldiers, was already covered in blood, his ear was bitten by an orc, and he continued to fight on the front line after a simple bandage. He had just retreated from outside the city, and was looking at Count Cyril in front of him with disdain.

The Watchtower is the largest castle in the entire North, and if Cyril really has the ability, everyone would have surrendered to him. But it is because he is so cowardly and cowardly, one thing in front of others, and one thing in the back, so no one still really surrenders to him. Giger still remembers what the Lord of the Watch Castle had said before the war - he was going to cut off the iron head as a tribute to the queen. And now, the iron sheet is under the city, but the great Lord Cyril does not dare to step out of the city gate for half a step.