Stratholme God

  Chapter 167 Rise up! Working Orcs! (Ask for a monthly pass)

  There's a big difference between an orc and an orc.

   The orcs who strictly implement the law of the jungle are the best clans to fight. They often leave a prominent name in the long history of the orcs, which has been passed down from ancient times to the present.

   They occupy the best hunting grounds, have the most clansmen, and, on the other hand, have the strongest physique.

   McDonald's made a rough count, and the top Blackrock clan among the first-class clans has an average of 20cm taller and 30kg more weight than the second-class warriors of the second-class clan who don't deserve to be remembered.

   Bigger, first-class clan warriors kill more enemies, and rightfully grab the best loot and gear.

  At the moment when some Blackrock clan warriors are using the fine steel weapons of the Dark Iron Dwarves, the second-rate clan warriors guarding under Silvermoon City mostly use stone axes made of wooden sticks tied with stone chips. The difference can be imagined.

  Now, under the guidance of several leading parties, these hard-working orcs happily 'found' a weapon mountain three kilometers east of Yangfan Port.

  【Yunwei】subconsciously said in the orc language given by the system: "The Imperial Army, please!"

   Then he was slapped on the back of the head by the [Blood Heart Crazy] next to him, and he scolded in a low voice: "We are the noble Blackstone clan! Stand up!"

  【Yunwei】suddenly became irritated, and said in a arrogant manner: "These will be rewarded to you. After you get them, give them to me! Don't fool around!"

   "Yes yes yes!" Several chiefs were cowardly.

How are    orc clans divided into first-rate, second-rate, and third-rate?

   beat out!

   If you don't listen to a word, you will punch your fist, and if two words don't match, your whole family will be chopped off.

   This is not one or two, a year or two, this is a beating for thousands of years.

  A first-class clan does not deserve to be a first-class clan if it has not destroyed hundreds of medium and small clans.

   Jiwei can be imagined.

   In front of the bigwigs of the first-class clan, these little brothers dare not let their farts, and they don't even dare to go around this small hill and take a look at Yangfan Port in the west.

   Really, just take a look and you can see that something is wrong.

  Unfortunately, at this point in time, there are only a few outliers among the orcs who have brains like Orgrim and can fight, and 99% of the chiefs are stupid.

  At the moment when all the shamans are either on the street or in seclusion, there are not many orcs who have brains from top to bottom.

  More than 5,000 orcs happily dragged the ground with their hands on their shoulders, pulling these 'gifts left by the great chief' back to the main camp.

  The next day, the long ears were stupid.

   They found that the orc shotgun in front of them had changed.

The second-rate clan orcs, who were still **** yesterday, have been wearing iron left chest guards to protect their hearts, and their necks have also used bark neck guards at the suggestion of some mysterious and caring compatriots, as well as new leather horn helmets. Even if the protection is not high, there is only a horizontal slit left, and a non-top ranger can't shoot arrows into the slit at all.

   The most outrageous is the improvement of the orc trebuchet.

   Orc catapults are notoriously rough and hard.

   The accuracy of the head is not a drop, but the power is great.

  If the orc catapult shoots against the elf ballista, the elf must win.

  Siege, such a big city is here, as long as the shooting angle is not too low, you can always hit something.

   The magic puppets that were originally piled up in front of the city wall were beaten the most that day.

   "Call—"

   "Boom!"

   In the sharp whistling sound, a meteor hammer the size of a water tank flew out of the air and smashed into the puppet.

  This two-story war puppet is like a toy smashed by a warhammer and burst open on the spot.

The expensive magic crystals turned into bright streamers, and the sturdy metal limbs turned into splattered iron pieces. Like a shotgun burst, they all shot onto the puppets in the back row, and more fragments were embedded in Silvermoon City. The gorgeous city walls can't even be pulled out.

   With the help of a mysterious good-hearted person, the orcs assembled more than 500 trebuchets that day. Using these is actually an iron lump that failed to smelt, and recklessly greets the puppets under the city.

   In just one hour, the elf craftsman was fed up with countless war puppets that were born overnight, and almost all of them were scrapped.

   Together, three more mage towers collapsed.

   The operator who used the Orb of Deception [Dark Sword] shouted in the back of the orcs: "Wow! Let those long ears experience the beauty of the ruins of Silvermoon City in advance! Hahaha!"

It is not unusual for sand sculpture players to have this idea. According to historical development, Quel'Thalas, who was crushed by the Scourge Legion, destroyed the country. After Kaizi failed to join the alliance, most of the remaining elves went to the tribes of later generations. .

   If you have to jump back anyway, who is still accustomed to you?

   At the moment when Orgrim's main force was hit hard, Quel'Thalas in Mai's eyes lost almost all of its value.

   "Lok'Tar!" The long-eared people felt the fear of the green tide once again in the shouts of "Lok'Tar!"

   Thanks to the strength of the mage group led by Senator Yinyue, they blocked the 'vip passage' that led directly to the city head because of the collapse of the mage tower with a wall of fire, and Yinyue City was not captured in one breath.

  The orcs that came up from the bee chrysalis still left the elves breathless.

Too much!

   Lost the magic puppet as the vanguard, and the weak infantry of the high elves were once again exposed to the front of the orcs.

  The elven infantry, who was caught up to the city head in a panic, had to fight to the death with the orcs whose equipment was greatly improved.

   "Damn! What the **** happened?" Sylvanas yelled at the second-tier clan orcs who were fighting like chicken blood.

  The more stable Alleria feels a little bit wrong. Why is this kind of long-range suppression, and then the melee equipment crushing, there is an inexplicable sense of familiarity...

  As the elite among the elves, the Windrunner sisters abandoned their distracting thoughts and fought wholeheartedly.

   Until night began to fall, the orcs retreated unwillingly.

   In this era, few commanders want to fight at night, especially the orcs. It's dark at night, and they can't distinguish things. Orcs have bad discipline, and with poor eyesight, it's easy for them to confuse themselves.

  Aurelia, who finally took a breath, finally found out about what happened at Yangfan Port yesterday. She couldn't help rushing back to the council. As soon as she entered the door, she heard the Sun King yelling at Darkan.

"Are you an idiot? You can't wait to threaten that human before the orc retreats!?" The Sun King threw McDonald's petition on Darkan's mean, gloomy face that almost dripped ink .

The subtext of    is: which one is not a big loss now. Even if you are going to attack, please at least wait for the orcs to be wiped out.

"Did your brain be eaten by the orcs?" Great Magister Belovar was also angry, and was injured by a dog egg, how could it be so easy, let's not say that the strength is halved, these days, he was injured in battle, but was carried on the back of his teammates. prick.

  Darkhan is still dead and stubborn: "The human has absolutely no good intentions. Look, he turned his head and immediately supported the orcs."

Oh oh oh!

   If sand sculpture players hear it, they will definitely say 'Blind student, you hit China Point'!

   (end of this chapter)