Chapter 449 Surrounded

Orgrim's hands trembled from the blow and from the pent-up rage in his heart.

Victory is just one step away!

Originally, in his mind, he would be able to occupy the most important city of the alliance in a few more days at most, defeating the resistance of the entire alliance, and turning them into bereaved dogs who would collapse when they met the tribe.

Now, the chances are gone, and the victory has become increasingly slim, but in his heart, glory will always come first.

An orc without honor is worth nothing.

Killing enemies is glory!

It is an honor to save our fellow man!

Killing traitors is also an honor!

None of these are missing.

But why is everyone so eager to kill the traitor first?

Orgrim saw the fear and hesitation in the eyes of the little chiefs.

fear? hesitate? Are they still orcs?

Just as Orgrim was about to get mad, he suddenly saw a huge banner as long and wide as the gate raised up from the east gate of Lordaeron—it was the blue storm banner of that damned Duke Marcus again.

The great chief's body shook involuntarily.

He got it!

This is the result of his invincibility against Duke, a big explosion after many accumulations!

Orcs are mostly simple! There are not so many detours, and they don't know what a strategic retreat is. They only knew that their great chief had never won against the owner of the blue storm flag.

In other words, win or lose.

His refusal to attack the city in Quel'Thalas was once again believed to be because he was afraid of Duke. Or in other words, these little chiefs who have suffered through Duke's suffering have given up hope of defeating Duke. They'd rather deal with Gul'dan, who also looked rather weird.

Orgrim felt a little aggrieved.

"Tomorrow the whole army will march to attack the camp north of the human city! If anyone has any objections to my order, [Mak'Gora] will solve it! If there is no one, then prepare it for me!" Orgrim forcefully The plan of attack was approved with the authority of the warchief.

After ordering the missions of the various chieftains and deputies, Orgrim was left alone.

The next day, although he never received specific instructions from Orgrim, Grom saw the smoke rising from the other side of Lordaeron.

"One far away, two near, three puffs of wolf smoke, um, the signal of attack is correct."

Wolf smoke is a simple means of communication and can only be used to transmit simple signals. When he found that humans did not stop him from attacking the city, Grom subconsciously believed that Orgrim had put more pressure on humans.

From the very beginning, Grom's army was almost on the offensive.

The good news came within half an hour.

"We're about to take the gate!" growled an orc, grinning across Grom Hellscream's gruff face.

Victory is at hand!

Although before that, no matter how many soldiers he sent, he could not chew through the thick line of defense at the border between Silverpine Forest and Tirisfal Forest, but the situation has reversed.

When passing through the line of defense discarded by humans, Grom saw with his own eyes a large number of fire-breathing iron lumps discarded on the side of the road.

For the orcs, it is obviously not a problem to carry those heavy things, but it is estimated that it will be difficult for humans to use a horse-drawn cart to carry these big guys on the narrow forest mud road.

Obviously, Orgrim attacked the main city of the Alliance from the east, causing great panic to these humans. During the multi-day march, Grom saw a large number of discarded luggage, and even wounded soldiers who committed suicide in despair.

Humans panicked.

Grom decided so.

In fact, his judgment was not wrong. Before returning to the city of Lordaeron, without Duke's plan, the entire army of Lordaeron would probably be defeated by more than half of the tribe's western army. Even if they didn't collapse, apart from Mograine's Scarlet Crusade, the other Lordaeron legions wouldn't have much combat power.

Now, the gates had been badly deformed by the relentless onslaught of the orc vanguard, and once breached, his warriors could swarm inside, slaying the remaining guards and leveling the city.

With this stronghold, they could quickly take over the rest of the continent, drive humans to the sea and push them into the sea. In the end the continent will belong to the Horde, and they too will end the war and start a new life.

After holding back for so long, Grom finally saw hope.

He carried his famous giant ax [Blood Roar] from the Alliance and the Horde, and watched his soldiers attack the city gate again.

If only those two-headed ogres were here, Grom couldn't help thinking, those big ones should be able to climb the wall and use their weapons to carve a few big holes in the thick stone. But he was very surprised, why the sound of killing from the opposite side of the city seemed to come from the north of the city?

To make human beings disregard each other, wouldn't it be better to open the east gate?

But at this time, there was a roaring sound from behind the city wall in the distance.

wind?

Where is the wind coming from?

Seen from a distance, a large golden cloud gathered above the city gate at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then accompanied by a golden lightning bolt, it hit the orc who hit the city gate. Suddenly, the black oil floating on the moat was blown lit.

The flames soared into the sky, almost instantly burning the orcs who were crossing the river and climbing the city wall into human-shaped torches.

fire! ?

It's fire again?

The bigger and bigger golden thunderclouds continued to float towards the orcs, and several bolts of lightning landed on the huge siege equipment of the orcs, just in time to explode among the orc infantry gathered behind the siege equipment, avoiding arrows and javelins. open.

There were several loud bangs, and blood and flesh flew across the crowd.

Grom's heart was bleeding.

Those are the elite of the Warsong clan! They have experienced hundreds of battles, experienced the baptism of fire in the Silver Pine Forest, and wore the thickest armor of all, and they were electrocuted to death like this?

The golden thunder ball opened several large pits on the ground that could hold dozens of people. The stones that were blown up, the remaining limbs of the orcs, and the splashed armor iron pieces caused secondary damage to the surrounding area, and screamed for a while.

At this time, several huge red fireworks rose simultaneously from the north, west, and south of the orc army.

Suddenly, loud horns sounded from these three directions at the same time.

Three or four kilometers away, the things that had looked like forests were suddenly blurred, and then rows of humanoid objects in silver-white armor appeared in front of the orcs.

The silver wave firmly surrounded the orc's army in a half-moon shape. It felt like there were countless human soldiers, and their number had already surpassed the calculation range of the orc's mathematical ability.

Ordinary orcs only know that there are many, many humans.