"Looks like the orcs are more sane than you think. Receiving security information from the scouts again, Minara's tense mood relaxed, and she even had the casual elegance of joking with Lanloth, "Compared to the solid defenses of Ambury Village, this orc army hiding is not to be feared. ”

"Don't talk too much. Withdrawing from the formation and activating the Higher Awakening again, Lanloth's tone inevitably brought tiredness, "Orcs are far more powerful and wise than you think. ”

"Hmph, how can you compare to the Burning Legion?" Minara has also been a village-level cadre for many years, so naturally she will not have the idea of underestimating the enemy because of the temporary stability, although her words are thorny, she is still methodically ordering her subordinates to continue to investigate.

Hearing the other party say this, Lanlos fell silent.

It's not like it's incomparable, the Burning Legion is standing behind them.

Although more and more demons appeared in the tribe's army, even Wei Lun did not expect that it would be the legion. In their opinion, they thought it was a counterattack from the remnants of Sagre.

However, it is not to blame that they are slow to react, in the past, with the help of Naru and the power of the Prophet, the Draenei can always detect the Legion's conspiracy first. Now that the ship has crashed, Naru has lost power, and the foreknowledge has been frustrated, the time and place are right, and Kil'Gardan can't afford to discredit himself as a fraudster.

Feel the teleportation equipment infused with massive magic power, and various functions are gradually activated. With a buzzing sound, the magic visible to the naked eye quickly rotated under the impetus of the device, and the three-dimensional energy vortex quickly changed, and the familiar and slightly vague noble and solemn crystal architecture appeared in it.

Stopping the mana supply, Ranros looked up with a solemn face, and through the ceiling, he happened to see the clouds engulfing the dim moon.

Boom –

Thunder erupted, and two watchtowers collapsed in succession as two rays of light pierced the night sky. This voice is all too familiar to Delaney.

"Shelling!"

A terrified roar spread through the town almost instantly, and all the draenei's faces were filled with disbelief.

The magic cannon, like the musket, is a magic-powered weapon of long-range destruction. However, unlike muskets, which use magic energy to drive projectiles, magic cannons are terrifying weapons that use condensed and compressed mana crystals as cannonballs, which are fired and accelerated through the chamber of the cannon, throwing devastating magical energy at the target location and causing severe damage in a wide area.

There is no doubt that this war machine was captured from the Draenei.

Thankfully, every time the magic cannon fires, it is equivalent to throwing out countless gold coins, and even after so many victories, these orcs still can't afford the high cost of consumption one after another.

However, orcs are not only robbers who know how to raid, they are also intelligent, and their growth in war is amazing.

The familiar whistling approached from afar, and by the time Draenei looked up, a look of despair returned to their faces.

More than a dozen meteors fell from the sky, accompanied by a series of roars, knocking down houses, crushing fences and defensive lines, and some of the unlucky soldiers were directly smashed into minced meat. At the same time, falling boulders splattered burning oil stains on the town, and the skyrocketing fire spread rapidly, illuminating not only the steel-solid, motionless Draenei, but also the hideous faces of the brown-skinned orcs who roared and charged below.

Sarufar's strategy worked, or rather, suited well to the orcs. No matter how united the tribe is, in team combat, it will definitely not be able to defeat the Delaney soldiers who have tacitly cooperated for many years. With the help of catapults and magic cannons, tearing through the enemy's defenses, and breaking through the enemy's formation with the vanguard of death-defying home, you can not only achieve the first stage of victory in the battle, seriously defeat the enemy psychologically, but also maximize the advantages of the orcs.

"Fight back!"

As the roar of the captain of the garrison broke through the smoke, a light brighter than the flames shone in the night sky.

Several purple wedge-shaped crystals slowly rose into the air under the support of the metal machinery, and the arcane energy instantly flowed through the whole body, and under the horrified or angry gaze of the orcs, a series of energy shocks shot out from the shining crystals, and suddenly set off a continuous explosion in the orc troops.

Flesh and scarlet blood flew high, and painful wails arose, but that didn't shake the orcs' determination, and by the time they stepped onto the slopes, they were ready to die for their tribe!

"Those damn structures are exposed, quick, catapults and cannons, get me moving!" Standing on the makeshift lookout, Sarufar caught the crystal devices that glittered under the night sky without the help of any spells, and immediately roared behind him.

Metal wheels moved slowly across the grass, heavy crumbs let out a terrifying howl, and the massive war machine was once again ready to be launched under the control of figures taller than orcs.

The Draenei have technology, and the orcs have coolies. Under the coercion and temptation of the black hand, many down-and-out ogres under the oppressive rule of the Ogre Empire joined the tribe. Although the orcs often contradict these ogres because of past grievances, this does not stop them from becoming the backbone of the development of the tribe's core.

At the urging of the Overseers, the machine erupted, and a dozen flaming boulders rose into the air again.

Rumble!

A meteor that landed beside him set off a scorched earth that nearly drowned the captain of the garrison, and the paladin managed to stabilize his mind and picked up his hammer to smash the orc warrior who came forward, and then his attention was drawn by the crystal cracking and the sound of metal falling to the ground behind him.

Under the cover of the catapult, several guardian crystals were smashed by the powerful boulders, and they were powerless to shatter into the burning streets.

The flames reflected the anger on his face, but he still didn't lose his cool, he waited, waited for an opportunity.

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Sarufar smelled something and immediately turned his head, and under the watchtower, a burly orc appeared in his sight.

"Kargas, did you find anything?"

"I have a gift for you. With a grin, the orc threw the figure in his hand, almost completely soaked with blue blood, to the ground.

A dying Draenei Ranger.

"Good job, but don't be careless, they must be more than just one person. Sarufar replied with the same hearty laugh. However, because of the dim light, neither of them noticed that Delaney, who was originally motionless, quietly put his hand into his arms.

"Holy Light, be with us!"

The faint breath was insignificant in the noisy night, but, even if it was too fragile for everyone to ignore, he had fulfilled his mission. Crushing the crystal in his arms, a sacred and solemn aura suddenly rose in the rear troops of the orcs.

Kargas, who was next to him, was the first to come to his senses, and his sword fell, and he cut off the enemy's head as quickly as he could.

However, an unstoppable golden light rose from his corpse, tearing through the clouds that the orc warlocks had used to hide their troops from above, and under a pitch-black sky, it was like a lighthouse waiting for the returning ship.

"Fire!"

The captain of the garrison raised his hammer aloft the hammer, and a hoarse roar of rage echoed almost all of Amberry.

The whistling magic cannonballs left several beautiful arcs in the night sky, intertwining together in the place where the golden light was shining so brightly that it was unbearable to look at.

Boom –

With the deafening roar that shook the ground, Sarufar scrambled to his feet from the ruins of the watchtower, and before he had time to care about the dust and scorch marks on his body, he immediately shouted towards the ruins of the raging arcane energy in front of him.

"Kargas!"

As soon as the words fell, a white-skinned orc covered in blood lifted the charred body of the Draenei on his body, and roared with anger on his face: "Damn the Draenei! Clan Broken Hands, find me these cunning rangers, as long as the corpse, no living mouth!"

Seeing that the chief was so vigorous, Sarufar breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately shouted to the panicked laborers: "Quick, fix all the ruined catapults!"

"Wolf cavalry, charge me and finish off their batteries!"