The Fate of the Gunman

Listening to the familiar and unfamiliar slogan, Thrall seemed to understand more what Grom Hellscream once said.

But at this moment a thin figure passed him.

"Warchief! You should set off! The future of the orcs needs your guidance!"

Thrall seemed to have something to say, but the other party did not give him a chance to speak.

"I am also a member of the Warsong clan, so I will not leave. The warriors of the Warsong clan still need to bring them to the spirit of the ancestors!"

With the hoarse and rugged singing, all the orcs seemed to have returned to their hometown...

"The spirit of the ancestors is watching us, warriors of the Warsong clan! Let us fight together!!"

The soul link links all the orc warriors present together.

Seeing that the warriors of the Warsong clan, who seemed to have all been bloodthirsty, waved their weapons and launched a countercharge towards the devil, Thrall knew that he should leave.

They have already made a decision, and unnecessary disputes like this will only waste their decision.

But when he turned and left, he suddenly heard a sound in his ear.

"Orcs... I'll leave it to you, Guyle.'

The voice is so familiar, but different from the roughness of the past, although it is hoarse, it is rarely gentle, just like a kind elder.

Thrall, who could no longer control his tears, could only rush all the way, hoping that the wind could blow away the tears that kept flowing.

In the 34th minute of the Battle of Mount Hyjal, the Warsong clan chief Grom Hellscream led all the warriors in the clan, the severely wounded trolls and the tauren warriors against the Burning Legion until they were all killed.

The first line of defense in the defense of Mount Hyjal - - was officially broken.

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After Thrall left, Lancer felt extremely heavy. He knew Thrall's seemingly simple words meant that the man Grom Hellscream was dead.

"How could you lose if you died fighting for your own people?"

After talking to himself, he also returned to the troops he was responsible for. It was obvious that those warriors who hated and were hostile to the tribe were silent when they saw that almost all of them were wounded, but none of the tribal warriors were seriously wounded.

As a member of the Alliance, they hate the Horde, but as a warrior, they cannot ignore what they do.

"The demon army will arrive within 5 minutes at most. As your temporary commander, I have only one request! Don't lose to the tribe! And I will promise you as long as one of you is still alive, then I will not Will retreat! Everyone is ready for the last time!"

Lancer is not a commander who is good at speech. They understood it in the short time they got along, but it was precisely because of this that his words also made everyone involuntarily choose to believe.

"Yes!!"

Following their response, Lancer also involuntarily stroked the spear in his hand while grabbing the visor on the side and pressing it on his face.

This time he will act as an arrow again, so in addition to the completely close-fitting leather armor that he originally wore, he is also covered with a full-body armor forged by Muradin himself. As he is completely covered by the armor, the ground Also started to shake...

Their war has begun!

Chapter One Hundred First Round Impact (3/?)

The battle with the Burning Legion can’t even tell when it was officially started. In fact, before the orcs reached the second line of defense, demons had already crossed the first line of defense scatteredly, but in fact, when the first line of defense was officially breached. The demons continued to flood like a tide, and the two sides even collided without any nonsense.

Various defensive weapons were pushed to the wall and continued to attack downwards, but soon as the wall was broken through, the demon guards led by the angry guards began to destroy the defensive weapons at the head of the city. The only thing that is fortunate is the magic world. Even if they lose their defense weapons, they still have no shortage of defensive methods.

Under the auspices of Antonidas, a terrifying blizzard formed on the head of the Burning Legion. The weaker imps and Hellhounds were even directly frozen into ice. Even the powerful demon guards couldn't help their hands trembling.

It is precisely because of the horrible lethality of the blizzard that the enemy and me are not distinguished, so this magic is formed outside the city wall. Even if the demons who have experienced the baptism of the snowstorm survive the battle, they will be the third of the ten. This undoubtedly reduces the defense of the defending troops. Difficulty.

At the same time, the priests in the rear began to strengthen and heal the friendly forces in front. If the demon with bad luck happened to rush into the vicinity of the treatment target, it would even be directly'purified' by the Holy Light.

But at this moment, Thrall led a group of shamans over, and there was no extra nonsense at all. They began to erect totem poles near the city wall.

The soldiers who were strengthened again directly eliminated all the demons who had boarded the city wall.

The first round of offensive and defensive battle ended with the alliance repelling the siege troops, but before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, a large number of green light spots were seen falling from a high altitude.

"defense!!"

The usually graceful mage also screamed loudly at this time. Several magic shields were formed in the air. Accompanied by a huge roar, the hellfires madly beat the magic shield in front of them, and they were breaking through. After the magic shield, the opponent also fell directly into the line of defense.

However, because of the early preparations, it did not cause too much panic. The soldiers of the alliance countries who were originally prepared to switch defenses with the city defense soldiers also began to hunt these hellfires. Among them, the Lancer holding a lance is extremely conspicuous.

Holding a lance in both hands, he charged like a heavy chariot at the moment the hellfire hits the ground. The violent hellfire naturally doesn’t care who is attacking him, it just hits it with a single punch. For these hellfires who are huge in size and protected by fel energy, this simple and crude attack is the most suitable for them, but these simple-minded constructs can't imagine what they are encountering.

The fist was directly penetrated when it hit the tip of the gun, and Lancer didn't mean to be polite. He only saw the rubble flying in the hell and his arm was completely scrapped, but before it started to recover, Lancer rushed into him. "In the arms".

"boom!!"

With a loud noise, a big hole was opened in the opponent's chest, and then the evil energy on it was gradually extinguished and finally turned into rubble.

Except for Lancer, these hellfires did not last for too long. Under the siege of a group of Azeroth heroes, these hellfires, which can only be regarded as elite monsters, have no possibility of surviving.

But even so, everyone didn't mean to relax at all. After all, everyone knew that this was just an appetizer. It was definitely not these ordinary soldiers who really crushed or forced the tribe to retreat, but the commanders who commanded the huge army.

Lancer led the commando as a firefighting team in the defense line. Many lucky demons became Lancer's prey directly, but Lancer stopped suddenly when there was a roar outside the city, and then— ———

"boom!!"

With a loud noise, the gate enchanted and cast by several archmages was completely defeated. A huge body rushed directly into the fortress, followed by the demons like tidewater.

"Abandon all your hopes! The Burning Legion has come to complete the unfinished work thousands of years ago! This time we will not let anything go!"

Unlike the killed Mannoroth, Azgalo, the abyss lord with a navy skin, uses not a double-headed war spear but a double-headed greatsword named "Resentment". This is powerful The demon lord of, like a giant meat grinder, crazily destroys everything around him, and he is enjoying this crazy killing.

As the adjutant of Mannoroth, he took up the job as the pioneer of the Burning Legion after the opponent was killed by Grom Hellscream. He was very excited about this. After all, he was the adjutant of Mannoroth before. Being restrained by the other side everywhere, the'enjoyment' like now belongs to the other side.

But just when he thought he could kill as much as he wanted, a figure shot out from the side. Varian, holding two swords, launched a crazy attack at the opponent like an angry lion.

Not only that, but Uther, who held the warhammer in his hand, followed after he gave Varian a'blessing of power' before swinging the warhammer wrapped in the light and slamming it towards the opponent's flanks.

And at this moment, the demons unexpectedly changed. No one thought that there were still a large number of bed crossbows hidden inside the second line of defense. The dwarf warriors put in the crossbow arrows that were thicker than the index fingers of ordinary people. In the crossbow.

"put!!"

Following the command of the city defense, Gene Greymane ordered countless crossbows to shoot towards the city gate from all directions.

There is no doubt that everyone in the alliance is ready for the city gate to be broken, and even use it as a trap to annihilate invading enemies!

But at the same time Azgalo was entangled, there was an explosion from the wall. It turned out to be a doomsday guard'Kazloga' waving wings. He didn't know when he appeared on the city head. He used it wantonly. Shadow spells caused the death of many guards in the city.

Muradin, who had originally commanded the Dwarf Shield Guard at the head of the city, also wielded his warhammer to greet him. At the same time, the blizzard that had been spreading deadly freezing air over the head of the demon army suddenly stopped, and I don’t know when it appeared. The'Sat' and the'Eredar Warlock' in the Legion joined forces to break the combined spell presided over by Antonidas, and the casters of both sides also began to compete for the right to use the sky.

At the same time, as the siege heats up, the fel artillery transferred from the Burning Legion has also been debugged and started shelling, but the gnomes in the city are also not left behind, originally to prevent targeted attacks, but now to protect the friendly forces. I can't take care of that much.