Stratholme God

Chapter 160 Gunner Willie (3 more)
(Leader gavemepower plus 17/20)
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Whether the high elves are willing to admit it or not, the involvement of the human army has given them a chance to breathe.

Even without the elf thinking it himself, Orgrim on the opposite side could clearly feel the resistance of these long ears increasing rapidly.

In all fairness, none of the big races that can stand tall in the race forest of Azeroth is weak.

At first, the high elves were caught off guard, mainly because of poor combat preparations and the fact that the talent of the entire group was a bit crooked.

They worshiped the Lord of Law, causing all the middle and lower elves, no matter whether they were talented or not, to flock to practice spells, and underestimated all melee professions in disguise.

Their former compatriots, the huntresses of the night elves, could take down five or six orc soldiers at a time in the forest.

On average, the high elf infantry is slightly worse than the orc warriors after the blood of the devil.Coupled with the fact that they were not used to the orc's power-based style of play in the early stage, and there was no room for maneuver on the battlefield, the elf infantry often suffered a big loss.

McDonald's troops gave the elves the time they needed most.

Under the day and night repairs by elf mages and craftsmen, by the beginning of April, the elves were able to form two rows of magic puppets under the city wall before the orcs attacked the city.

These war puppets, made of various metals, are two stories high and powered by magic.Before the control core is destroyed, even if there is only one arm or one leg left, they will continue to fight.And they have a good ability to distinguish friend or foe.

The formation of war puppets appeared, giving the elves with a damaged city wall a solid barrier.When their most elite rangers and mages get enough forward protection, their power gradually becomes apparent.

Able to shoot at will without being disturbed, any qualified ranger or mage will become a fort.

"Shh! Shh! Shh!" Arrows rained down from the city.

It’s fine if it’s normal shooting, but every arrow of Ranger is [Aimed Shooting].

Their superb archery skills are enough to make them ignore the armor of the orcs with a high probability and shoot directly at their vitals.

Especially the arrows of the Windrunner!
No orc knows how to defend.

These bluish arrows always found any opening that the orcs showed when they charged-or throats, or eyes, or gaping mouths, or the fleeting gap between the crude breastplate and the chest.

An arrow is a life!
And the orc siege troops need to break through those inorganic war puppets first!
No orc warrior could match these golems in strength, save the larger ogres.With a slap, it often means that an orc's body loses its width.

However, apart from trebuchets, the orcs received less and less remote support.After losing the direct leadership of the leader Zul'jin, the morale of the Zul'Aman trolls who remained in the orc army was visibly low.

What bothered Orgrim the most was that he had lost contact with both the Black Hand brothers who were chasing Gul'dan and Grom's forces on the other side of the sea.But that damned Stratholme army is still approaching the camp every step of the way.

Recently, after receiving the support of Mograine's reserve army left in Tyre, the marching speed of McDonald's troops has leapt, from a thousand kilometers per day... to 3000 meters per day.

You see, the red has a triple speed with corners, isn't it amazing?
Compared with the more difficult ones of the elves, Orgrim felt that McDonald was the real devil, and it made him lose his temper.

It's not like hitting him, and it's not about not hitting him.

Worst of all, Macdonald's army was approaching Sunsail Harbor, where the last orc ships were docking.

McDonald would not directly lead the army to attack the rear of the main force of the orcs, but outflank the rear. This is the most vicious.

Now the hunting grounds for orcs to get their prey are getting smaller and smaller. Except for the central part of Eversong Forest, other places are not safe.Without the support of trolls, elf rangers and even civilians took up bows and arrows to harass the orcs endlessly.

Resupply began to be difficult.

Orgrim didn't know if he could get enough food supplies if he captured Silvermoon City.

He felt that he was a red-eyed gambler, and the villainous human Duke on the other side was still desperately forcing him to increase the bet.

No matter whether you advance or retreat, there is a possibility of eternal doom!
Varok Saurfang said in a deep voice: "Great Chief, a decision has to be made. No matter which one we choose, we will accompany you to the end!"

That night, Orgrim suffered from insomnia.

At the same time, a certain dog family is enjoying the fine wine of Quel'Thalas in the newly built bunker.

McDonald gently swayed the wine with a goblet made of gold, letting the aroma of the wine slowly come out.

Compared with fine wine, what he enjoys more is the adoring eyes of all the famous heroes in history in front of him.

"I don't know if you believe it, if this is a game of chess, Orgrim has already been checkmate by me."

Vereesa took a sip of the fine wine, her face was like a peach blossom, and said firmly, "Trust me!"

On the right side of the hall, Rivendell, Celijek, Kurtaz, and Braumux raised their glasses and said in unison: "We believe!"

McDonnell raised his glass to the tough men in silver armor who don't drink alcohol but only drink fruit juice on the left side of the hall: "For justice that will not be forgotten!"

The other party replied in unison: "In the name of the Holy Light!"

Finally, McDonnell cast his eyes on the direction of the striker, a nervous and excited young man: "Willie! Relax! As long as you hit one shot tomorrow! You are a Jazz! 10 shots, you are a baron. If you have more than 30 shots, You are the Viscount!"

Willie smiled bitterly: "Your Excellency, how can I relax when you say that!"

McDonald patted the shoulder of this 'young man' who was actually older than him: "This is a test! Opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared! Now that you are ready, go to meet your glory! "

One master and one servant, at the same time cast their gazes on the towering metal giant on the cliff.

Tomorrow, just look at it!

On the side of the orcs, Orgrim finally received a letter that was almost a month late.

"What? Andorhal was retaken by humans, and the Warsong clan was defeated!?" Orgrim couldn't believe his ears.

Orc communication is terrible.

No air force, no magical messaging.

With the land route impassable and the sea route being tightly blocked by the Kul Tiras fleet, the orc who delivered the letter was completely brave and lucky, rowing all the way along the coastline north of the Tirisfal Woodlands, Only sent this battle report and Grom's 'personal letter'.

The letter, written by a half-baked shaman and accompanied by a tooth ring from Grom, details what happened in Lordaeron.

After listening, Orgrim only felt a chill from the tailbone to Tianling Gai: "The Duke of Stratholme actually came here slowly to drag my main force after defeating our orc's strongest division! ?”

(End of this chapter)