Stratholme God

  Chapter 88 Who will be full of air defense talents in a serious camp?

   In December, it was already very cold in the Hokuriku, especially the cold snap from the Alterac Mountains a few days ago, which completely covered the Hillsbrad Hills with silver frost.

When Alleria's rangers arrived, Anduin Lothar welcomed them in a more official way. To be fair, Lothar was so busy every day that he didn't have much time to greet a team of five. The small team of 100 people, after a while of greeting,… sent them to Brigadier General Rivendell.

The establishment of the    alliance is the grass stage team. Basically, the duke and the marquis are major generals, and so on. Rivendell can have this officer, or because he has 10,000 soldiers.

   Originally, Alleria didn’t want to camp with humans, and wanted to stay in a small forest.

   She underestimated the human need for wood.

  In order to build camps and refugee camps, and to build fires to keep warm, all the trees within a radius of 50 kilometers have already been cut down.

In addition, Rivendell's camp is already a very small number of decent military camps. Most of the camps are more chaotic than the random market because the nobles who lead the troops have not brought soldiers. , to see the Windrunner sisters frown.

  Rivendell's barracks not only had neat wooden pile guardrails, but also carefully separated the logistics area, activity area, eating area, accommodation area, and built a special toilet.

  Alleria also noticed that when the soldiers helped them set up their tents, they swept a layer of lime on the top of the tent.

   "What is this for?" Veresa was curious.

"Lime mortar! This thing is starting to smell a little bad, but it's good when it's dry. It's nothing special, it's fire prevention. This is the order of the Duke. If the camp next door catches fire, at least it doesn't need to be given to those idiots... er, it won't be affected anyway. ." Said the full-time logistics engineer in front of him.

Alleria pulled her sister and whispered, "Have you noticed the bed crossbows around the camp? It's obviously surrounded by Allied camps. In addition to the necessary sentry towers, a large number of bed crossbows have been installed. I always feel that Stratholme The Duke has some information that we don't."

  Veresa: "Sister, this crossbow is for the outside world. It's not against us, right?"

   "Not like that, but this army has a strange smell."

   That evening, they found out.

   was very lucky, or it was inevitable, first a two-cavalry Griffin patrol found the enemy.

   "My God! What is that?"

   A human griffin knight was pulling the reins, and a flush of color appeared on his pale face frozen by the wind and snow. He stared into the distance, as if he was afraid of missing a detail.

   "That's... hell! It's a flying dragon! A flying dragon that breathes fire!"

   "You go back and inform Commander Lothar, I'm worried about the other patrols!" After that, he took out a flare gun with a thick tube, and biubiubiu fired three flares of strange red signals into the sky.

  Three red, representing the highest alert!

   You must know that in the alliance, even if there are over ten thousand orcs attacking, it is just a red signal flare.

   "Prepare for battle! Ring the alarm!" Lothar, who was patrolling the city wall, saw it for the first time. He roared first, and then grabbed Turalyon, who was recently promoted to his adjutant: "Find out what's going on as soon as possible?"

   "Understood!" Turalyon was nervous.

   There is no need for him to ask. In the field of vision, a griffin rider is driving a griffin, almost swooping down at a 70-degree angle to the ground.

   There is no special event, it is forbidden for Griffin Knights. He reined in the reins and tried his best to control the gryphon, who was a little unhappy. When he approached the city wall, he shouted: "A large number of greenskins riding red flying dragons are killing from the west! There are too many! We can't even count them."

"Where did they get the flying dragon troops!?" Lothar's scalp was numb from the show of the orcs, but as the commander-in-chief, he had to make a decision immediately: "The infantry is withdrawn from the city head, the archers are replaced, and all the ballistas are wound up. !"

   In this life, thanks to a local tyrant named Mai, the alliance has far more griffins than in history, and more than 300 griffin knights have gathered on the front line. It is a pity that the air force is not so easy to cultivate. The Griffin Knights of the alliance are now running and patrolling. If they really want to fight, they can only rely on the fighting instinct of the Griffin.

In the chaos of the army, Lothar saw with his own eyes a bright red fire from the direction of Stromgarde in the far southeast, as well as several griffins who bravely rushed up, turned into giant fireballs that twitched and screamed from the air. Down.

  A crimson dragon force was descending from the clouds. They flapped their wings at least six meters long and hovered high in the west near the Wall of Thoradin.

  These red young dragons roared uneasy, Huang Chengcheng's vertical pupils were like a pair of huge opals, and they exuded an aura of anger.

  Lothar clearly saw with his sharp eyes that three hundred meters away, there was a young dragon trying to throw the orc knight on his back, but the knight hit him on the neck with a strange stick, which made him twitch a little.

   Without any prologue, an asymmetrical battle begins.

  These young red dragons with wingspans longer than a carriage swooped down quickly and spat out fireballs the size of basins in the distance, easily sinking the entire section of the city wall into a sea of ​​fire.

   The battle was rushed, and the human defenders were completely out of order.

   "Ballista! Where is our ballista!?" Lothar cursed angrily.

   "Our ballistas are all aimed at the ground, and the shooting angle is not enough!" Turalyon shouted.

   Serious people who will put the ballista upside down!

Throughout the audience, only the sporadic crossbowmen who caught up with them shot arrows at the red dragon with great courage. Unfortunately, they were often targeted. Some orcs grinned and drove the red dragon to rush to the place very close to the city wall. The dragon's breath washes the floor. The spurted crimson flames were like a cloud of fire, instantly turning the human soldiers involved in the turbulent flames into a human-shaped torch.

awful!

That's horrible!

   The entire Wall of Thoradin was burning, groaning and groaning.

Humanity?

  Sorry, not many people can survive 5 seconds in the flames of the dragon's breath that exceed 2,000 degrees.

   After a few rounds, the entire city wall can still stand, and only the paladins of the Silver Hand are left. Paladins can condense into holy light with their own will in a short period of time to protect their bodies from the flames. In fact, they can't hold it for long.

   Looking at the green tide coming from far in the west, the most exaggerated thing is that there are a large number of wolf cavalry among them, Lothar's mouth is full of bitterness: "It's over! Everything is over!"

   Amidst the thundering drums of war, the heroic shouts of the orcs surged like a raging wave.

   "Lok'Tar-Ogar!"

   Orgrim certainly won't miss this opportunity to break through! He didn't even put his mind on Stromgarde, but took the Warsong clan who had arrived when the Dark Portal was opened for the second time and attacked the Wall of Thoradin.

  His goal is no longer simply to break through the city wall defense line, he wants to chase the rear all the way, take the opportunity to destroy this army that has gathered, and destroy the courage of human beings to resist.

   Here, after smashing the city wall twice and finding that no humans dared to move on it, the orc knights of the Dragonmaw clan ignored the exhaustion of the young dragons and drove them to continue westward.

   The Warchief's order was to burn all human granaries and drive them out of the barracks like rats.

   Everything was going well. The humans in the first five camps screamed and became acquaintances in the sea of ​​fire.

  But at the sixth camp, the fifty young dragons in front were hit by a sudden rain of blue arrows.

   The Dragonmaw Orcs in the lead finally saw clearly that there were more than 300 ballistas below the ground at 60 degrees and pointing obliquely to the sky! In addition, at least 3,000 human soldiers wearing strange cloaks scattered, while pedaling crossbows that were almost one person tall.

   This scene is outrageous!

   Who will be full of [Air Defense] talent in a serious camp! ?

   (end of this chapter)