Stratholme God

Chapter 215 [Orcs must die] (2 more)
McDonnell decided not to fight in Stormwind, of course, for a reason.

Too bad.

The orcs don't like the buildings in Stormwind City, after all, the style of painting is different. If there is no animal skin or teeth, how dare you call it a city?

It's not in the mood to take it all apart.

Stormwind City, which had been occupied for more than a year, was abandoned here as a half bridgehead of the Orc Defense Alliance.

It was not rebuilt. Before that, it was just a second-rate clan stationed in the city, setting up a bunch of shacks.

The last siege (demolition) was incomplete. After most of the towers were destroyed, there was not even enough room for mortar positions on them.

Fighting Stormwind City is a pure meat grinder battle.

Human beings can't exert the power of long-range artillery and ballistas, so they can only engage in street fighting that orcs like most.

McDonnell considered using sand sculpture players to pile up the main force of the orcs.

Seeing the soaring prodigal quota, McDonald resolutely gave up.

The original batch of sand sculpture players were just okay, but the newcomers were not even close at all.

"Wow! A living orc! Let's take a group photo, Eggplant—" A tease saw the orc charging, and compared the scissors with his back to the orc.

There was another one who hung down the top of the city with a cable in the Valley of the Kings. When he wrote [XXX came here] on the outer wall, he was killed by an orc's throwing axe on the wall.

These unscrupulous guys just wasted their lives in vain.

To these bastards, McDonald wanted to say, "It doesn't matter if you die, I'm going to be such a prodigal!"

Not to mention, anyway, the Sand Sculpture player was invited by him, at most it was just a mission.

Most of those guys will finish the task, but other than the task, they really mess around with everything.

Anyway, Mr. Mai didn't see it.

Perhaps, Bolvar was still thinking about the dream of the Trident Legion overturning the main force of the orcs, and the Storm Legion being successfully taken away to restore Stormwind City.

McDonald was unimpressed.

There's no reason Orgrim is so strong, it can't beat a group of sand sculpture players.

After all, McDonald only gives 30cost to those sand sculptures!

These new sand sculptors don't have 20cost fierce players, and the strongest one will only be revived twice.

There will be no surprises!

Here, as expected, the two armies in Stormwind City entered into the most popular street battle for orcs.

The former Valley of the Kings was filled in the last Stormwind City Raider.The huge pool, filled with the corpses and sandbags of orc laborers, turned into something like a mass grave.

In this uneven terrain, the Blackstone orcs who are proficient in mountain warfare are obviously more flexible than the defenders.

"Roar!" An orc leaped high, and with a huge warhammer smashed a tripped Trident soldier into a meat paste.

"Aww——" the orc patted his chest with his left hand excitedly.

Orgrim was a little excited to see the difficult but generally positive battle situation.

Roughly estimated, the exchange ratio between orcs and humans is about 1:3!

This is the damn [Trident Legion]!

It's just that I just passed through the Valley of the Kings and entered the trade zone.The style of painting changes immediately!
There are no dead human soldiers, and instead, there are a lot of messy things.

"Ahh! Help me—"

In front of Orgrim, an orc weighing nearly 45 kilograms flew upside down at an angle of [-] degrees to the ground.

The speed is so fast that I almost thought it was a human cannon.

Orgrim was stunned for a moment.

He hurriedly turned his head and stared at the place where the orc flew out. There was a rough square wooden plank at 60 degrees to the ground, which was making a mechanical sound of "clicking" while automatically resetting and laying it flat again.

He also noticed that the pattern on the board was exactly the same as the street tiles in Stormwind, and there were even a few broken bricks on the side of the board, sticking to the side of the board very realistically.

When the planks were leveled again and merged with the surrounding ruins, it was another perfect trap.

Orgrim paid so much attention to the trap that he didn't even notice that his unfortunate subordinate had slammed into the cliff of the Valley of the Kings 30 meters above the ground, and then fell miserably, leaving a trail of more than 20 meters on the cliff. Mi's long bloodstains.

But at this time, he saw a new group of orc soldiers approaching the trap without knowing it.

"Wait!" Orgrim subconsciously wanted to stop those orc warriors from nearly a hundred meters away.

too late.

His voice is definitely not small.

Maybe the soldiers reacted slowly, or maybe they didn't pay attention to what they heard.

Anyway, the next moment, three more orc soldiers flew into the sky, and three seconds later, they were stuck on the wall again.

The great chief finally couldn't help it, and rushed over with his personal guards roaring: "Idiot! Didn't you notice that there is a trap that is activated repeatedly?"

A group of orcs are really confused, asking them to use their brains, coupled with careful observation of the environment, is really embarrassing for these rough men with an IQ of up to 20 points.

What made Orgrim tremble the most was that he suddenly found a rather eye-catching wooden sign beside the trap, on which was written flamboyantly in the orc language:

"Call [Dad], or I'll shoot you all to the wall!" The sign was signed by a guy named [Freedom Blue Bird]!

There was an orc in pain, so he went over and called "Dad", and then stepped on half of his foot, who knew that this damn trap was really voice-activated, so he replied "be good, son".

The other guy didn't believe in evil and yelled "Small!" Guess what happened?

In front of more than a hundred people, that guy flew away...

Orgrim, Varok, Rexxar and other orc bosses said in unison: "I have never seen such a despicable enemy!"

Starting from the trade zone, the advance of the orc army was severely hindered.

A row of long spears will pop up on the ground inexplicably, piercing the orcs' hearts.

On some walls, a row of knives and axes will suddenly pop up, chopping the orcs within two meters of the wall into meat paste.

Some ceilings will suddenly spray fire, ice, or swing huge iron balls to kill the orcs in a fancy way.

However, all the traps and environments are so natural that you can't see any faults at a glance.

This greatly hindered the speed of the main force of the orcs. Orgrim had to send hard workers to deliver food, try to find out where the traps were, and then find a way to block those traps that had been activated, and let the orc warriors use brute force to destroy these traps.

For a whole day, tens of thousands of orcs were stuck in the trade area, advancing almost at the speed of a tortoise.

Unexpectedly, it was foggy in the middle of the night. In the thick fog, the orcs could not tell the difference between the southeast and the north. They were attacked by a large number of human thieves. In a panic, they were driven out of the Stormwind City trade zone.

By the next morning, the thick fog cleared, and the trade area was full of traps again.

Orgrim was going crazy: "What the hell is going on!?"

Opposite, [gavemepower] grinned: "There is no way, our boss is really picky, each person only pays such a little cost, and we have to stay for two weeks, I can only feel sorry for you. By the way, those who are so-called [Rock King Can the guys from Reincarnation work more quickly? There are still 1 traps waiting to be released on the ship."

(End of this chapter)