Stormwind God

Anduin Lothar stood on the top of the island.

Looking at a series of bunkers recently repaired on both sides of the mountain road, Andu Yin was not sure. He didn't know how effective this temporary line of defense could be.

"We prepared a ration for this for a month, more than 150,000 arrows, a thousand sets of spare armor ..." The logistics officer was reporting to Anduin.

But Andu was restless because of this.

There is no logistics support, which is no way but to hope that the weather will improve in the future.

"If it can be dragged to midsummer, the road should go a lot ..."

However, in the scene on April 3, the entire high-level storm kingdom was silent.

Many of the nobles also sent in to participate in this war. Either a brave man such as Duke Berwal Fortagan, or a frustration being sent to the front by the family, or seeking political capital. Anyway, on the two unknown peaks of Redridge Mountain, there are two dukes, four marquises, and eleven counts of the Stormwind Kingdom, and the middle and lower nobles cannot count them.

In front of these nobles of the Storm Kingdom who have been comforted for nearly a thousand years, reflected in their horizons is an army of incomparable terror and barbarism.

At first, the shouting and killing sound seemed to be a small, lively sound coming from afar in the morning mist. But the moment the green line appeared on the opposite mountain peak, the sound of trembling sounds and the violent cymbals rushed out like huge waves. The sound was so huge that it felt like someone was chopping the ear drums of every aristocrat present.

The green flood easily stained the entire mountain opposite, which was an endless number of green giants. They are burly, wielding a mess of primitive weapons, and their horrific numbers easily surpass the psychological endurance limits of the nobles.

Is this 10,000 people? Or 100,000?

The green tide is stained with several mountains on the opposite side, and the unfolding front easily surpassed the entire horizon of the nobles, let alone three or four peaks. It feels that the front is ten times longer, and it is impossible to accommodate this. Many orcs attack at the same time.

They push me against each other, even returning old punches to the compatriots who block themselves. But there are so many of them that it's enough to make anyone with dense phobia crazy.

The green Hong Tao is so crazy, it seems that he will swallow everything along the road with the momentum of the raging waves.

Lothar gritted his teeth and seemed to want to record every orc banner with his own eyes. Unfortunately, he only gave up after reaching the third ghost-like banner.

Too many flags are too messy, even if the orcs are holding the flag of the same tribe, because the painter's relationship is too bad, it also seems that this is the flag of several clans. Only 'smart orcs' can clearly distinguish which clan is With which clan.

There is a large canyon between the V-shaped double peak and the opposite peak. After repeated calculations by Lothar, there can be exactly the range that human bows and arrows can reach.

Lothar was confident of making that place a dead place for the enemy. Now Lothar changed his face.

The soldiers in the mid-mountain fortress indeed fired a large number of arrows, and the overwhelming arrows did hit the orc vanguard.

But few orcs fell.

Didn't the bow and arrow hit?

Do not! Hit it!

Really shot.

But what did Lothar and the nobles see in the binoculars?

One by one crazy orcs.

They saw with their own eyes that an orc had at least twenty arrows in at least its chest, shoulders, and face, but the green-skinned orc flew like a chasing a fly with its arms in front of itself, slamming those All the arrows were swept down or pulled out and still on the ground.

His right eye has been blinded, his flesh has been opened, and the arrows have drawn large chunks of flesh, leaving him with more than ten huge blood holes in the entire upper body.

But the orc rushed forward madly, snarling and rushing to a bunker, smashing the outer wall of the bunker made of bricks and stones with a hammer that was several times larger than a human head, and mourning a The soldier pulled out of the bunker, tearing the soldier in half in front of the remaining defenders of the bunker.

The soldier did not die on the spot, and in the crazy laugh of the orc, the upper body that had lost his lower body crawled on the ground for several meters before breathing.

This scene made Lothar and the nobles tremble.

All the fortifications, like sand castles on the beach, were completely washed out by the green waves.

Arrow!

The orcs were rigid.

Rockfall ...

Lothar saw with his own eyes that a stone full of the size of a disc fell, and saw that an orc rushing up against the mountain was smashed into meat sauce, knowing what happened?

The orc used his arm thicker than a bull's leg, a swinging fist, and smashed a big rock!

Seeing the stone-lost storm soldier burst into hair, the moment when the orc was so swiftly crawling in front of the soldier, a huge thick arm stretched out, holding the soldier's hair and head, pulling the soldier to Outside the parapet, I lost my way down the mountain.

The orcs who laughed halfway up the mountain cut the soldier in two with an axe just as the soldier fell through.

This provoked greater laughter from the orcs.

Orcs are a group of bloodthirsty militants!

Anduin Lothar's face turned blue. He knew that anyone could see that the army of the Storm Kingdom had to retreat, and the war was irreversible.

"Order, the whole army retreats!"

There was nothing wrong with the order to retreat. At present, as long as a sane commander knows that he cannot fight. But how to withdraw is also an exquisite.

Everyone rushed away one by two or three, and that would make the retreat into a rout. Under the urgent pursuit of the energetic orc army, it would easily become a rage, and the soldiers who could finally return to Stormwind were afraid of ten Don't save one.

The nobles cast their burning eyes on Lothar's handsome but painful face.

Lothar almost gritted his teeth and said, "It's Griffon Legion!"

On the banner of gold with blue background, a golden griffon holds a sword with two hind paws. This is the Griffon Legion.

Stormwind Kingdom's first legion in the eastern part of Elwynn Forest.

Its history can be traced back to the direct guards led by the descendant of Thoradin, the founder of Stormwind Kingdom, who led the people south to the rich Elwynn Forest.

It had participated in the First Founding War of the Stormwind Kingdom, when the Elwynn Forest was far less peaceful than it is today. At that time there were still many trolls in the forest. It was the brave battle of the Griffin Legion that drove the trolls all the way south, across the twilight forest, and into the thorny valley of thorns.

This is a legion that inherited the iron will of the founding fathers.

However, today, here and now, Lothar is going to bury it in this hopeless postwar battle. Not because he had to save those damned aristocratic personal soldiers, but only the Griffin Legion could complete the post-off mission in the entire army.

Any general who knows the soldiers knows that even if a legion is beaten badly, as long as one tenth of the veterans are left, the army soul of this legion can be passed on and its reputation can be continued.

But after seeing this scene, Lothar knew that the Griffon Legion would disappear forever. Its reputation, its proud history, would completely perish in this dull crimson canyon.

Because, under the siege of tens of thousands of orcs, the human infantry regiment, whose physical strength, speed, and agility were inferior to more than one, could not escape the orcs' pursuit.