Volume 7: Battle for Azeroth Chapter 372 The Last Order
At first glance, it seems quite difficult for 500,000 to attack more than 200,000.
After all, the defenders have a natural advantage. In ancient siege battles, without three to five times the number of troops, there is no way to capture a heavily defended city.
The soldiers of the alliance are ready to face a tough battle.
However, when the battle really started, Murphy found that the siege was much easier than he had imagined.
The first to launch the attack were siege weapons.
Dwarven siege heavy artillery arrived outside the city one after another, with densely packed muzzles aimed at the walls of Stormwind. These artillery pieces clearly had the DIY style of players in them, with 152mm caliber breech loading, metal shells, and muzzle brakes providing faster bombardment efficiency, almost no different from World War II artillery.
Following the order from the dwarf artillery general, the rumbling sound of artillery rang out like a thunderous roar.
In an instant, the city wall was engulfed in a sea of fire and explosive blast.
The tremendous power of the Dwarven artillery made the leaders of the alliance countries take notice . Although the Dwarven muskets and artillery were also famous in the past, the muskets were flintlocks and the artillery were muzzle-loading guns, and they fired solid spherical shells.
Who would have thought that technology would develop so rapidly that the lords and nobles of various countries who were still stuck in the medieval mindset of cold weapon combat were deeply shocked.
Are these dwarfs so strong?
Fortunately, there is such a thing as magic in this world. The next to attack will be the mage troops composed of the Dalaran Battle Mage Corps and the Lordaeron Royal Mage Corps.
Under the cover of artillery fire, they approached to within two or three hundred meters of the city wall and began to release destructive magic on the city wall at close range.
The powerful magic attack helped the lords and nobles regain some mental balance.
Next, the air force will attack.
Gyrocopter, Griffin Rider, Dragonhawk Rider, Giant Eagle Hunter...
Of course, the most dazzling ones are the Storm Dragon Knights.
Dense air forces flew over Stormwind City and began to drop bombs prepared by the dwarf engineers from high above.
Explosions rang out one after another, and Stormwind City was suddenly plunged into war, feeling somewhat like a strategic bombing.
Murphy looked at the densely packed orcs below who picked up bows and arrows and crossbows and shot them randomly into the sky.
Naturally, I would not miss such a good opportunity to kill monsters and level up.
Hurricane Armor! The storm surrounded the dragon's body, standing in the air, and then there was a dragon thunder storm!
Boom boom boom boom!
Red lightning bolts fell from the sky, and the orcs on the city walls were blasted into charcoal one after another.
Murphy felt so happy when he saw his experience points rising rapidly.
Orgrim is really cooperative. He concentrated more than 200,000 orc troops in one city, just to gain experience for himself.
Swish, swish, swish! More than a dozen crossbows flew towards him, but most of them were deflected by the hurricane armor. Only three or four of them hit Murphy, instantly killing more than 5,000 of his health.
However, Murphy's level has now reached level 62, and his health has increased to nearly 100,000, so this amount of damage is nothing.
A few thunderous attacks destroyed the crossbows, and the unscrupulous slaughterer gathered groups of orcs.
As he was killing, Murphy discovered a strange phenomenon.
The level of the orcs in this city is obviously low. Apart from a large number of orc infantry and orc archers in their early thirties, there are almost no elite troops to be seen. Not to mention dragon knights, even flying dragon cavalry are rare.
Murphy was surprised. Was there some trick? He had heard about Orgrim's division of troops, but he didn't know much about the details. He originally thought that Orgrim's plan might have some effect, but now he felt that something was wrong.
He charged back and forth in the sky above Stormwind City as if he was in an empty space for a while, and only encountered powerful anti-aircraft fire when he approached Stormwind Fortress. He lost one-third of his health under the concentrated fire.
For the sake of caution, Murphy immediately chose to leave the battlefield.
He flew back to the outside of Stormwind City and landed on a cleared area. Immediately, priests surrounded him and healed him.
This is the air force camp. Injured and blood-losing air force knights will come here to recover.
By the time Murphy took off again, the ground troops had already joined the siege.
As usual, it was a high-tech force, with steam siege tanks, spewing hot air, rumbling towards the city walls, destroying them at close range with large-caliber concave cannons, followed closely by dwarf siege machines and Dalaran's war golems.
Behind them were densely packed knights of various kinds, the Light Knights of the Silver Hand, the Arcane Knights of the Violet Knights, the Storm Knights of the Storm Knights, and of course the Dragonblood Giant Warriors and Dragon-Armored Heavy Cavalry.
This is the most important battle against the Horde, to recapture Stormwind City and hunt down Warchief Orgrim.
Each kingdom's forces took out their best troops and cutting-edge technologies.
Facing the magnificent lineup of the Alliance siege forces, the Horde looked much more shabby. The city walls were densely packed with orc infantry, who suffered heavy casualties under the bombardment of artillery fire.
The only heavy firepower was the catapult, which was destroyed by concentrated fire from the Alliance Air Force before it could fire a few rounds.
As the gap in the city wall opened, countless orc infantrymen exchanged their flesh and blood with the Alliance's elite siege troops, suffering a huge disparity in casualties.
Muradin Bronzebeard (Hill King): "Boom! Boom! These orcs are so stupid that they dare to fight a dwarf defense battle. Our heavy artillery will blow them into pieces."
Lothar (Captain of the Storm Knights): "Soldiers of the Storm Knights, the time has come to reclaim our homeland. Kill!"
Looking down from the air, Murphy could see countless orcs coming from all over the city to support the gap in the city wall, and then being killed in large numbers.
The most courageous ones were the Storm Legion led by Lothar. They fought at the forefront for the sake of restoration of their country and revenge.
Following closely behind were other knightly orders and a large number of adventurers, who were gaining experience points rapidly.
Although the orcs have a large number of troops, there are almost no heroes, and the troops are all led by commanders whose names are obviously NPCs.
As these generals died one by one, the gap in the city wall became larger and larger.
Originally, Murphy thought that it might take a while of hard fighting to capture Stormwind City, but now it seems that the orcs may not be able to hold on for a few days.
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Bang! The door of the King's Hall was knocked open, and an orc commander rushed in covered in blood.
"Captain, we can't go on like this. The city walls are about to be broken."
Orgrim, who was sitting on the king's throne, snorted nonchalantly, "Nonsense, how can a fearless tribal warrior be afraid of a mere human? Keep defending."
"It's not that we don't work hard, but the Alliance has giant robots."
I don’t know which engineering master used real-life mechanical drawings and the dwarfs’ black technology to create a Gundam mecha that is more than ten meters tall.
It is not only equipped with machine guns, artillery, melee weapons, but also has a - 'Dwarf Death Ray Launcher'.
"Giant robot, huh, so what? We orcs are invincible warriors. No enemy can be our opponent - keep fighting!"
The orc commander stamped his feet in anger, turned around and went back to fight.
After saying this, Orgrim sat back on the throne, wondering what he was thinking about.
The door of the King's Hall was opened again, and Saurfang rushed in with an anxious look on his face.
"Captain, we can't hold this city anymore. We have to leave. We can't hold out for a month, let alone a year. The casualties are too great!"
Orgrim sighed, "You are right. It is indeed time to leave."
He stroked the Hammer of Destruction in his hand, as if bidding farewell to an old friend. He stood up and walked straight to Saurfang. "Saurfang, I have an important task for you."
Leave here and go to Alterac. Although Durotan is dead, he left behind a son. I want you to find him, teach him, assist him, and hand the Hammer of Destruction to him. In the near future, he will lead the tribe and bring new hope to the tribe. "
Saurfang was horrified when he heard this. "Orgrim, are you crazy? You want to entrust the hope of the tribe to a child? We still have six armies. What we should do now is to fight our way out of the city and call on all the clans to regroup their forces."
Orgrim shook his head, "No, Ner'zhul has his own ambitions, and he is no longer the orc prophet he once was.
Grog Evil Eye... Humph, I never trust those warlocks, they only want to join the devil.
Kilrogg Deadeye has long wanted to establish his own territory. Since arriving in this world, he has been trying to gain his own territory. He has never been serious about conquering this world.
The Black Hand brothers will not come to support us. They only want to restore the lost glory of the Black Hand family.
As for the Dragonmaw Clan - they have their own tasks to do.
Don't you understand, Saurfang? The moment they left, the Horde was divided, and that was exactly what I planned."
Saurfang looked at Orgrim in shock. "Great Chief, what on earth has befallen you? Did the black dragon cast a spell on you? Why are you doing this? We can still fight on. We still have hundreds of thousands of troops. Why!"
Orgrim sighed, "I am clear-headed, Saurfang. I have never been clearer. The Black Dragon King has shown me the truth of this world, a cruel truth. Our fate has been written in advance. The Horde is doomed to fail to win this war. It is doomed to endless wars, bloodshed, being exploited, and becoming a victim."
As Orgrim spoke, the scene he saw flashed before his eyes again. It was everything that happened in another timeline.
The tribe was defeated, the orcs were sent to prisoner-of-war camps like slaves, and demons would come to this world...
Those horrible visions made him realize that the only way to break this fateful cycle was to burn his boats and risk everything.
In that fantasy he also saw hope, that the young orc named Thrall might one day be able to save the orcs from ruin again.
"But my plan may change all this. Go, Saurfang. This is my last order. One day you will understand everything."
As he spoke, Orgrim handed the Hammer of Doom to Saurfang, along with a green crystal and a summoning beacon.
The green crystal suddenly emitted a dazzling green light. After a flash of green light, Saurfang disappeared from the spot in an instant.
"Great Chief!"
Saurfang stretched out his hand, trying to grab Orgrim, but when the light in front of him faded, Saurfang was shocked to find that he was standing in a wilderness with a huge summoning circle under his feet. Four or five orc warlocks were around him, working together to cast summoning spells.
But the leader, Saurfang, recognized him.
“Grog Evil Eye!?” Saurfang was stunned when he saw the leader.
"It's you! What's going on!" He lifted Grog Evil Eye's collar.
"Hey Saurfang, relax, these are the words of the Warchief."
Grog Evileye broke free from Saurfang's grasp and explained.
"The Warchief gave me 50,000 troops and asked me to help him do one thing, to pull someone out of Stormwind City. I thought it was the Warchief himself, but it turned out to be you. But no matter what, my mission is accomplished - Hey, isn't that the Hammer of Destruction in your hand?"
Saurfang yelled, “Send me back now!”
Grogo Evil Eye sneered, "You obviously confused me with those mages. We warlocks can only pull people here, but we don't have the skills to send people over. Besides, since the chief sent you out, he must have a task for you. I think you should think carefully about how to complete the task.
Besides, look over there!"
Grog Evil Eye pointed towards Stormwind City in the distance. However, they were located on a high mountain southwest of Stormwind City.
From their position, they could clearly see the thick smoke rising from Stormwind City in the distance, as well as the faint rumbling sounds of explosions; that was the sound of the dwarf heavy artillery blasting open the city walls.
"Stormwind City has been breached. If you go back, you will die."
Saurfang gnashed his teeth and looked at Stormwind. He couldn't understand what was going on! Why did the warchief do this? It was as if he had deliberately put himself in a dead end from the beginning to the end.
Grog Evil Eye continued, "I'm leaving to go to Draenor. Will you come with me?"
Saurfang shook his head. “No, you are right. The Warchief did give me a task, and I am going to complete it.” Saurfang said, turning and walking towards the north.
Grog Evil Eye shrugged his shoulders, took one last look at Stormwind City, and said to himself: "Great Chief, Great Chief, I have completed the task you assigned to me, and I have also repaid your kindness. I will make good use of these 50,000 troops. Don't worry, when I bring the Burning Legion to this world, the Alliance will surely be destroyed, and then I will avenge you."
"Let's go!"
As he spoke, he summoned nightmare horses. Several orc warlocks also summoned nightmare horses. A group of nightmare knights stepped on the flames and disappeared into the woods.
And the war in Stormwind continues.
