500,000 to attack more than 200,000, at first glance it seems quite difficult.

After all, the defender has a natural advantage, and in general ancient siege warfare, without three or five times the number of troops, there is no need to capture a fortified city with heavy defense.

The soldiers of the alliance are ready to face a tough battle.

However, when the battle actually started, Murphy found that the siege was much easier than he had imagined.

The first to attack were siege weapons.

The dwarven siege artillery arrived outside the city one after another, and the dense muzzles were aimed at the walls of Stormwind, and these guns clearly had the player's DIY style in them, with a 152mm caliber breech load, metal shells, and brakes to provide faster shelling efficiency, almost no different from World War II artillery.

With the order of the dwarven artillery general, the rumbling cannon sound sounded like a thunderous sound.

In an instant, the walls were engulfed in flames and explosions.

The great power of the dwarven cannon made the leaders of the alliance countries look at it, although the dwarven musket artillery was also famous in the past, but the musket was a flintlock gun, the cannon was a breech gun, and it fired a spherical solid cannonball.

Who would have thought that the rapid development of technology would deeply shock the lords and nobles of various countries who were still in the thinking of cold weapon warfare in the Middle Ages.

Are these dwarves so strong?

Fortunately, there is still such a thing as magic in this world, and the next attack is the mage army composed of the Dalaran Battle Mage Regiment and the Lordaeron Royal Mage Regiment.

Under the cover of artillery fire, he approached two or three hundred meters of the city wall, and began to unleash destruction magic on the city wall at close range.

The powerful magic attack allowed the lords and nobles to regain some mental balance.

Next, there is the air force sortie.

Dwarven Helicopter, Gryphon Knight, Dragon Eagle Knight, Giant Eagle Hunter......

Of course, the most dazzling are the Storm Dragon Knights.

The dense air force flew over Stormwind and condescendingly began to drop bombs prepared by the dwarf engineers.

The explosions came and went, and Stormwind City was suddenly plunged into a war, which felt like a strategic bombardment.

Mo Fei watched as the orcs below were densely packed, wielding bows and arrows, and giant crossbows shooting at the sky.

Naturally, you won't miss such a good opportunity to farm monsters and level up.

Hurricane Armor! The storm surrounded the dragon's body, and it stood in the air, followed by a shot - Dragon Thunder Storm!

Boom Boom Boom!

Red thunderbolts fell from the sky, and the orcs on the city walls were scorched one by one.

Mo Fei watched the experience points soar, and his heart was refreshed.

This Orgrim is really cooperative, and concentrating an army of more than 200,000 orcs in one city is simply for himself to brush up on experience.

Whoosh! More than a dozen ballistas flew head-on, most of them were deflected by the Hurricane armor, and only three or four of them were shot at Mo Fei's body, and more than 5,000 blood were shot in an instant.

However, Mo Fei's level has now reached sixty-two, and his blood volume has increased to nearly 100,000, which is nothing at all.

A few thunderbolts destroyed the ballistas, and the unscrupulous slaughterers gathered hordes of orcs.

Killing and killing, Murphy discovered a strange phenomenon.

The level of orcs in this city is obviously low, except for a large number of orc infantry in their early thirties and orc archers, there are hardly many elite troops in sight, let alone dragon knights, and even flying dragoons have not seen a few.

Murphy was surprised in his heart, could it be that there was some kind of trickery? He had heard about Orgrim's division of troops, but he didn't know much about the details, and he originally thought that Orgrim's plan might have some effect, but now he felt that something was not quite right.

Rushing back and forth over Stormwind City as if it were no one, it was not until it approached Stormwind Fortress that it encountered powerful anti-air fire, losing one-third of its HP in one fell swoop.

Murphy was cautious and immediately chose to leave the battlefield.

Flying back outside Stormwind, he landed in a cleared clearing, and was immediately surrounded by priests to add blood to him.

This is the Air Force barracks, and the wounded and bloody Air Force knights will come here to reply.

By the time Murphy took to the skies again, the ground forces were already engaged in siege warfare.

As usual, it was still a high-tech unit, steam siege tanks, spitting hot air, rumbling towards the city walls, destroying the city walls at close range with large-caliber concave cannons, followed by the dwarf siege mechs, the war golem of Dalaran.

In the back are densely packed with various knights, the Knights of Light of the Knights of the Silver Hand, the Arcane Knights of the Violet Knights, the Storm Knights of the Storm Knights, and of course, the Dragon-blooded Giant Warriors and the Dragon-Armored Heavy Cavalry.

This is the most important battle against the Horde, recovering Stormwind and hunting down High Chief Orgrim.

The forces of each kingdom have taken out the elite troops and black technology at the bottom of their own boxes.

In the face of the gorgeous lineup of the alliance's siege troops, the tribe's side looked much shabby, and the walls were densely packed with orc infantry, suffering heavy casualties under the bombardment of artillery.

The only heavy firepower was the catapult, which was destroyed by the Allied Air Force before it could be fired a few rounds.

As the gap in the city wall opened, countless orc infantry exchanged flesh and blood with the siege elite of the alliance for a disparity in casualty ratio.

Muradin Brass Whisker (King of the Hill): "Boom! Boom me! Haha, these orcs are so stupid that they are trying to defend the city with the dwarves, and our heavy artillery will blow them to smithereens. ”

Lothar (Captain of the Storm Knights): "Warriors of the Storm Knights, the time has come to reclaim your homeland, kill!" ”

Murphy looked down from the air and could see countless orcs coming from all over the city towards the gaps in the walls, and then being slaughtered in pieces.

The most courageous of the chargers were the Storm Legion led by Lothar, who were at the forefront of the battle for the restoration of the country and for revenge.

It was followed by other knights, as well as a large number of adventurers, who flew up with experience brushes in the back.

Although there are a lot of orcs, there are almost no heroes, and the leaders are all Overseers who look like NPC names at first glance.

As the Overseers died one by one, the gap in the walls grew.

Originally, Mo Fei thought that it might take a while to capture Stormwind, but now it seems that the orcs will not be able to hold it for a few days.

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Bang! The door to King's Hall was slammed open, and an orc Overseer rushed in, covered in blood.

"Great Chief, if you can't go on like this, the city wall will be almost undefended."

Ogrim, who was sitting on the king's throne, snorted nonchalantly, "Nonsense, how can a fearless tribal warrior be afraid of a mere human and continue to defend. ”

"It's not that the brothers don't work hard, but there are huge robots in the alliance."

I don't know which engineer it is, but I was stunned to use the mechanical drawings in reality and the black technology of the dwarf clan to create a Gundam mecha more than ten meters high.

Not only is it equipped with machine guns, artillery, melee weapons, and even a 'Gnome Deathray Launcher'.

"Giant robots, hmph, so what, we orcs are invincible warriors, and no enemy will be our opponent - keep fighting!"

The orc overseer stomped his foot angrily, turned around and went back to the fight.

With that, Orgrim sat back down on his throne, not knowing what he was thinking.

The door to the King's Hall was opened again, and Sarufar entered, anxious.

"Great Chief, this city can't be defended, we have to leave, let alone a year, even if it's a month, we can't stand it, the casualties are too great!"

Orgrim sighed, "You're right, it's time to leave. ”

Stroking the Hammer of Destruction in his hand as if to say goodbye to an old friend, he stood up and walked straight to Sarufar, "Sarufar, I have an important task for you. ”

Get out of here and go to Alterac, Durotan is dead but he has left behind a son, I want you to find him, teach him, assist him, and deliver the Hammer of Doom into his hands, and in the near future, he will lead the tribe and bring new hope to the tribe. ”

Sarufar was shocked when he heard this, "Orgrim is crazy? Giving the hope of the tribe to a child? We still have the Sixth Route Army, and what we need to do now is to fight out of the city and gather the various clans to regroup their forces. ”

Orgrim shook his head, "No, Neozu has his own ambitions, and he's no longer the orc prophet he used to be.

Grog Evil Eye...... Hmph, I've never trusted those warlocks, they only want to take refuge in the devil.

Kirrog Deadeye, he has long wanted to divide himself, since he arrived in this world, he has tried to gain his own territory, and he has never been interested in conquering this world.

The Black Hand Brothers will not come to our aid, they only want to restore the glory of the Black Hand family's past.

As for the Dragonthroat Clan - they have their own tasks to do.

Don't you understand Sarufar, from the moment they left, the tribe was divided, and that was exactly what I planned. ”

Sarufar looked at Orgrim in shock, "Great Chief, what kind of evil have you fallen for, is it that the black dragon has performed some kind of witchcraft on you?" Why do we do this, we can still fight, we still have hundreds of thousands of troops, why! ”

Orgrim sighed, "I am sober Sarufar, more sober than ever, the King of the Black Dragon has shown me the truth of this world, a cruel truth, our fate is written in advance, the horde is destined not to win this war, destined to be endlessly conquered, bloodshed, used, and victimized. ”

Orgrim said, his eyes flashing back to what he had seen, what had happened in another timeline.

The horde is defeated, the orcs are sent to prisoner of war camps like slaves, and demons will descend on the world......

Those terrifying visions made him understand that the only way to break this fatalistic cycle was to break the kettle and make a desperate bet.

In that fantasy, he also saw hope that the young orc named Thrall might one day save the orcs from their demise again.

"But my plan may turn all this around, go Sarufar, this is my last order, and one day you will understand all this."

As he spoke, Orgrim handed the Hammer of Doom into Sarufar's hands, along with a green crystal and a summoning beacon.

The green crystal suddenly burst out with a dazzling green light, and the green light flashed, and Sarufar disappeared in place in an instant.

"Great Chief!"

Sarufar reached out and tried to grab Orgrim, but when the light in front of him dissipated, Sarufar was shocked to find himself standing in a wilderness, with a huge summoning circle at his feet, surrounded by four or five orc warlocks, who were teaming up to cast summoning spells.

But Sarufar, the leader of the leader, recognized him.

"Grog Evil Eye!?" Sarufar was stunned when he saw the person taking the lead.

"It's you! What the hell is going on! He lifted Grogo Evil Eye's collar.

"Hey Sarufar, take it easy, that's what the Great Chief meant."

Grogo Evil Eye broke free from Sarufar's grasp and explained.

"The Great Chief gave me an army of 50,000 and asked me to help him do a thing to pull a person out of Stormwind, I thought it was the Great Chief himself who was going to be pulled, but I didn't expect it to be you, but anyway, my mission is completed - hey, isn't the Hammer of Doom in your hand?"

Sarufar yelled, "Send me back at once!" ”

Grog Evil Eye sneered, "You obviously confused me with those mages, we warlocks can only pull people over, we don't have the technology to send people over, and since the Great Chief sent you out, there must be a task for you, I think you should think about how to complete the task."

Besides, look over there! ”

Grogo Evil Eye said and pointed to Stormwind in the distance, but where they were located was on a high mountain southwest of Stormwind.

From where they were, they could clearly see the smoke rising from Stormwind in the distance, and the faint rumbling explosion, which was the sound of dwarven artillery blasting through the walls.

"Stormwind has been breached, and it's just a dead end for you to go back."

Sarufar gritted his teeth and looked at Stormwind, he couldn't understand what was going on! Why did the Great Chief do this, it was as if he had deliberately put himself to death from beginning to end.

Grogo Evil Eye continued, "I'm leaving, going to Draenor, will you come with me?" ”

Sarufar shook his head, "No, you're right, the Great Chief does have a task for me, and I'm going to complete my mission. Sarufar said, turning and walking north.

Grog Evil Eye shrugged his shoulders, took one last look at Stormwind City, and said to himself: "Great Chief, Great Chief, I have completed the task you gave me, and I have repaid your kindness, I will make good use of this 50,000 army, don't worry, when I bring the Burning Legion to this world, the alliance will be destroyed, and I will avenge you when the time comes." ”

"Let's go!"

As he spoke, he summoned the Nightmare Warhorse, and several orc warlocks also summoned the Nightmare Warhorse, and a group of Nightmare Knights stepped on the flames and disappeared into the woods.

And the war in Stormwind continues.

(End of chapter)