Stratholme God

   Chapter 215 [Orcs must die] (2 more)

  McDonald's decision not to fight in Stormwind was, of course, for a reason.

   Too bad.

   Orcs don't look down on the buildings of Stormwind City. After all, the style of painting is different. If there is no animal skin and animal teeth, how dare you call it a city?

   I have to dismantle it all, but I don't feel that way.

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

   has not been rebuilt. Previously, it was just a second-rate clan stationed in the city with a pile of shack-like things.

   The last siege (demolition) was very incomplete. After most of the towers were destroyed, there was not enough room to even make a mortar position on it.

   Fighting Stormwind City is pure meat-grinding.

  Humans cannot exert the power of long-range artillery and ballista, and can only engage in street fighting, which is the favorite of orcs.

   McDonald thought about using sand sculpture players to pile up the main force of orcs.

   Seeing the rapidly rising prodigal limit, McDonald gave up decisively.

   The original batch of sand sculpture players were just fine, but the new ones are simply nothing.

   "Wow! A living orc! Let's take a group photo, Eggplant--" A funny man saw the orc charging, and turned his back to the orc and compared his hands with scissors.

  There is another one who used a cable to hang down the city head in the Valley of the Kings, and when he wrote [XXX visit here] on the outer wall, he was killed by an orc flying axe on the wall.

  These unscrupulous guys just wasted their lives in vain.

   To these bastards, McDonald would like to say, "It doesn't matter if you die, sir, I'm going to be a loser!"

   Not to mention, anyway, the sand sculpture player was invited by him, at most it is to release the task.

  Those guys will probably finish the task, but for things other than the task, they really mess around.

  Anyway, Mai, someone didn't see it.

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

   McDonald's had no idea.

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

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

   These new sand sculpture players have no 20-cost fighters, and the strongest one will only be resurrected twice.

   There will be no surprises!

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

  The Valley of the Kings was filled up in the last Stormwind Raiders battle. The huge pool, filled with the corpses and sandbags of orc toilers, turned into a mass grave.

   In this uneven terrain, the Blackrock Orcs who are proficient in mountain warfare are obviously more agile than the defenders.

   "Roar!" An orc jumped high, and a huge warhammer smashed a tripped Trident soldier into meat sauce.

   "Ooooooh-" The orc slapped his chest with his left hand with great excitement.

  Looking at the difficult but generally good situation, Orgrim was a little excited.

   Roughly estimated, the exchange ratio of orcs to humans is about 1 to 3!

   This is the **** [Trident Legion]!

   Just, just passed the Valley of the Kings and entered the trade area. The style changes immediately!

   There are no dead human soldiers, instead, there are a lot of messes.

   "Ahhh! Help me—"

  An orc weighing nearly 400 jin flew out at a 45-degree angle to the ground in front of Orgrim.

The speed of    was so fast that he 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 orcs flew out. There was a rough square wooden board at 60 degrees to the ground. It was making a mechanical sound of "click, click", and it automatically reset and leveled again.

   He also noticed that the plank had the exact same pattern as the floor tiles on the streets of Stormwind City, and there were even a few broken bricks on the edge of the plank, which were glued to the edge of the plank very realistically.

   Waiting for the plank to lay flat again and blend in with the surrounding ruins is another perfect trap.

Orgrim paid too much attention to the trap and didn't even notice that his unfortunate subordinate had already slammed into the cliff of Kings Valley 30 meters above the ground, and then fell miserably, leaving a trail of more than two feet on the cliff. Ten meters long bloodstain.

   At this moment, he saw a new batch of orc soldiers approaching the trap without knowing it.

   "Wait!" Orgrim subconsciously wanted to stop the few orc warriors from a distance of nearly 100 meters.

too late.

   His voice is definitely not small.

   Maybe the soldiers were slow to respond, or maybe they didn't pay attention to what they heard.

   Anyway, in the next instant, three more orc soldiers flew into the sky, and after another three seconds, they were glued to the wall again.

   The Great Chief finally couldn't help it, and roared and rushed over with his personal guard: "Idiot! Didn't you find that there was a trap that was repeatedly activated here?"

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

   What made Orgrim shivered the most was that he found a rather striking wooden sign next to the trap, which read in Orcish language:

   "Call [Dad], or else I'll shoot you all on the wall!" The signature is a guy named [Free Blue Bird]!

  Some orcs were hurting, so he called out "Dad", and stepped on half of his feet. Who knew that this **** trap was really voice-controlled, and he responded with "good son".

  The other guy didn't believe in evil, and called out "er smash", guess what happened?

   In front of hundreds of people, that guy flew away...

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

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

   A row of long spears will pop out on the ground inexplicably, stabbing the orcs in the cold.

  A row of knives and axes will suddenly pop out of some walls, slicing orcs within two meters of the wall into meat sauce.

  Some ceilings will suddenly spit fire, spray ice, or swing down huge iron balls, killing orcs fancy.

   But all the traps and environments are natural, and you can't see anything wrong at a glance.

   This greatly hindered the speed of the main force of the orcs marching, and Orgrim had to send hard workers to deliver vegetables, try out the traps, and then try to block those traps that had been activated, and let the orc warriors destroy them with brute force.

   For a whole day, the army of tens of thousands of orcs was stuck in the trade zone, advancing almost at the speed of a turtle.

  Who knew, it was foggy in the middle of the night. In the thick fog, the orcs from east, west, north and west could not be distinguished. They were raided by a large number of human thieves. In a panic, they were driven out of the Stormwind City trade area.

   By the next morning, the fog had cleared and the trading area was full of traps.

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

On the opposite side, [gavemepower] grinned: "There's no way, our boss is really stingy, each of us only pays a little cost, and we have to stay for two more weeks, so I can only apologize to you. Reincarnation] guy can work more quickly? There are 10,000 traps on board waiting to be released."

   (end of this chapter)