Chapter 938 Mograine’s Signing (Limited to Three Updates)

Half a minute ago, all the rookie orc warriors subconsciously raised their heads. With slightly dazed and helpless expressions, they even forgot to raise their shields and became bitter witnesses to the spectacle before them.

It was an enemy that was as dense as a dark cloud.

The gargoyle, which has almost escaped the constraints of gravity, has the strongest limbs, sharp and black claws, a demon-like face, and the scarlet eyes flashing with the most monstrous ferocity.

A moment ago, the entire city wall defense line was still bathed in sunlight, but suddenly the sky became dark.

An army that lacks mobility is full of passivity when faced with a flexible and flying air force. Coupled with various reasons such as range and hit rate, the tribal warriors can only be beaten at this time.

Originally, Thrall was prepared to suffer heavy losses.

Who knows, as the roar of distant artillery fire behind him became more piercing, Thrall used his amazing dynamic vision to discover that the dwarf had replaced the cannonballs with larger red cannonballs.

Instead of hitting the ground, throw it into the sky.

It looked like fiery red cone-shaped fireworks blooming in the sky. They broke the black haze of death with their unique posture.

Each red cannonball is equivalent to more than a thousand tiny flame warheads.

They unscrupulously poured out their destructive power on everything flying in the sky.

Thrall saw with his own eyes that the gargoyle closest to him was directly beaten into a sieve by a cannonball. The wings, which were as solid and thick as stone walls, were full of large and small holes. The head and chest, which would have been broken with a sledgehammer, were full of pits and continuous cracks.

The mountain road of Mount Hyjal, which has limited flight height and area, is definitely the best place for magical cannonballs like the dwarves to show off their ferocity. With one shot, at least thirty or forty gargoyles will fall from the sky.

The originally dense and numerous group of gargoyles looked like dark clouds, but after several rounds of artillery fire, they suddenly became riddled with holes.

Many gargoyles have not completely lost their ability to move after falling from the sky. They still drove their burly bodies towards the city wall.

Thrall curled his lips: "Wo'jin!"

"clear!"

Groups of Darkspear Trolls swarmed up the city. They stood behind the orc warriors, stretched out their arms that were slender than the orcs, rounded their arms and smashed out the boulders.

In the field of throwing, trolls have talents that are far inferior to orcs.

Stones the size of kettles drew straight lines in mid-air, hitting the gargoyles on the ground. "Crack!" There was a continuous sound of rocks breaking everywhere.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"It feels good! It feels so damn good!"

Even though the orcs and tauren warriors were holding on to the defense line on the city wall, they still cheered loudly. The enemy's miserable condition is their best stimulant.

At this time, the Alliance came.

A small group of knights found Thrall. He spoke in a very awkward orcish language: "Your Excellency, the Great Chief, the first line of defense has been saturated. Your Excellency, Deputy Commander Turalyon, hopes that you can temporarily abandon the first city wall."

"Give up! We've just warmed up! There are so many great guys behind us who haven't even touched the enemy." Tauren Chief Kane muttered.

Thrall looked at the continuous city walls on the mountain road, and then at the death tunnel in front of him that had been filled with corpses on the city wall. He waved his hand to stop Kane: "No, we have lost our location. We still have We have to defend for a long time, retreat!"

The knight who sent the order was relieved: "Please evacuate the newly injured tribal warriors first, and behind the second line of defense, there will be a specialized medical team to take care of them. Don't worry, it is not only the artillery of the dwarves, but also the sentries and sentries of the night elves and blood elves. The rangers will cover your retreat."

"Thank you!" Thrall replied humbly.

The messenger knight raised a red flag and waved it toward the rear. Sal suddenly felt the artillery fire from behind became more intense.

Hitting the sky and hitting the ground, the intensity of the artillery fire was at least twice as high as before. Except for a few accidental injuries, 99% of them hit the Burning Legion.

He nodded with satisfaction and asked his men to cover each other and evacuate.

More than 10,000 tribal warriors were divided into four teams. The third team evacuated first, and the fourth team held until the first three teams entered the two gates of the second line of defense before withdrawing.

At this time, the zombies and ghouls that rushed up were blocked by extremely precise and sharp arrows.

Abominations and gargoyles were greeted by dwarven cannons and muskets.

The tribe successfully evacuated at the cost of less than a hundred lives.

"Damn it, I should have just adjusted the shooting to blast away those damn greenskins and the undead monsters." Parim cursed.

Brian slapped his forehead: "You didn't tell me earlier!"

A group of dwarves: "..."

But more dwarves looked at several human knights sent by the alliance headquarters. The dwarves finally knew what these humans were here for. I'm just afraid that the dwarves will act randomly when their foreheads get hot!

On the Burning Legion side, a heated argument broke out.

The Dread Lords headed by Aneseron thought that they should slow down and find countermeasures: "The Alliance's artillery fire is too sharp. We don't have enough cannon fodder, and the terrain is too narrow. It is not a good idea to attack blindly."

The Lord of the Abyss, Azgarro, sneered and sarcastically said, "Anasalon, you have been in this world for a long time, and your brain has been damaged? The Burning Legion has destroyed countless worlds, and this one will be no exception."

Anasseron's face darkened: "This is the only planet where the Burning Legion has failed more than once. Even the master of Sargeras has lost contact here."

Now that they are talking about their boss's boss, Azgalo can't go on: "Since you are so scared, just let me take the lead."

The Lord of the Abyss moved his fat and four-legged lower body, lifted the heavy double-headed double-edged sword, and left with a smile.

Anatheron stared at Azgalor's back and spat: "Idiot! Just let you and your men consume the dwarf's cannonballs."

As one of the first high-level demons to enter this world, the Dreadlord has a fuller understanding of the combat power of Azeroth's mortals.

Before Archimonde came, at the Bastion of the Undead, if the Liches hadn't solidified the fortress and used large-scale magic arrays to create the [protective shells] effect, I'm afraid the Scourge would have been completely defeated and driven to the gates of Lordaeron. .

If Lordaeron falls, the entire continent of Lordaeron will most likely become monolithic again, leaving the Burning Legion unable to attack.

Fortunately, Archimonde arrived.

After a while, the human warriors on the second city wall looked a little sad when they saw Azgaro's huge figure.

Mograine spat under the city wall: "I thought only the tribe was unlucky..."