When the huge shell of Berencaster One finally tore open the walls of the Thunder Cliff Fortress a quarter of an hour before, "Heart of Dragons" Asog also completed his own preparations. The most enlightened, but perhaps the most unlucky, Golden Tent Khan in a century has now begun his final preparations.

He wiped the armor he passed down from his family several times, which was a habit he developed over the years. Every time he needed to go into battle in person, he hoped that he could have a glamorous image.

Ordinary orc Khan or senior generals think it is a very thrilling thing to go to the battlefield with a bloody outfit; but Asog is the most avant-garde of all clan Khans in a century, and his biggest dream is to lead the orcs to evolve in the direction of civilization. Therefore, his behavior is very similar to those of the noble knights with a long family in the southern civilized country, and even more like an elves. Those guys pay attention to their temperament and dignity. Even if they fight or even die, they should maintain their demeanor and dignity.

In a sense, this is not about showing off or showing off. Ordinary soldiers are contradictory. They hope that someone can always guide and lead them on the front line of the fiercest battle, and they also hope that the leader is as inviolable as a god, as bright as the sun. Perhaps only in this way can their sense of security be retained to the greatest extent.

Orgrimmar lacks iron, which is determined by productivity. The rare fine steel produced is also used to cast more important weapons. As for armor that is more consumable than weapons, you can only serve the dishes. Therefore, on the battlefield, it is very easy for senior officers to distinguish orcs to see if the other party has armor, or whether the armor is cloth armor or iron armor. The chief and shamans claimed to ordinary orcs that the people of the Great Wilderness can kill the armor of humans and elves with their muscles in seconds, but it is obvious that political propaganda is one thing, and battlefield is another thing.

After all, the Rift Clan is one of the most powerful clans in Orgrimmar. Asog also has a set of family armors, which were made by Khans several generations ago, and used a lot of money to find an alchemy armor for himself by a dwarf craftsman. Although it was a bit old, it was not ruined, and the style was very majestic, which was very suitable for leaders to use. However, this is a piece of integrated plate armor with some weight. It is very troublesome to wear it alone, so of course it needs help.

Asog still trusts many comrades, but it would be too pitiful to help wear armor if it was done by ordinary people. So, this kind of thing was all done by the stunning shaman lady... Well, by the standards of orcs, it can be considered a stunning beauty. Even by the standards of elves and humans, if the orcs' thick lips and fangs are abandoned, and only the part above the nose is considered, it is definitely a stunning beauty.

Now, Asog had put on plate armor on his body and could not bend down so straight, so the shaman lady half-kneeled on the ground and tied her leg armor to Khan. Her movements were very careful and gentle, so gentle that she didn't look like an orc at all.

"Bagasa... Am I a very incompetent Khan?" The Khan of the Golden Ban looked at the woman half-kneeled in front of him and asked in a deep voice.

"...Why do you say that? After the Battle of Farahars, most orcs thought you were the greatest golden tent khan in a century." Bagasa did not look up, and while speaking, he reached out to put on the left leg armor on Asog and fixed it with a belt.

"Then, the greatest Golden Khan in a century history, is now trapped in this ancient fortress that looks like a tomb with the last remaining soldiers of the orcs." Asog spread his hands and smiled: "Can the Golden Khan, who almost brought the entire tribe to the dead end, even claim to be great?"

His smile seemed very calm, as if he was simply telling a joke that was not funny.

"Then, maybe you need a great death now. Anyway, the person who follows you to this desperate situation has no other choice than following you to die together." Miss Shaman's hand paused, raised her head, and also showed a calm smile.

"…Bagasa, oh, my Bagasa, you are such a good woman, why didn't I marry you home earlier?"

"Probably a good woman like me, I don't want to be your first and first concubine."

"Even the 1,001 isn't it the most important one?"

"But the last recorded in history is not one of your 10,000 concubines?"

"The numbers are so subtle..." Asog couldn't help but sigh helplessly: "So, Bagasa, a khan like me, in addition to history, can he leave what can he leave for the current Orgrimmar and the orcs?"

The shaman pondered for a moment, stood up, cushioned his feet, holding Asog's face, and said seriously: "Listen, Asog, you are the greatest golden tent khan in a century, because at the height of Farahels, you have led us to the most brilliant victory in a century! You have great dreams, strong will, and the ability to achieve it... But there is nothing absolute. What you know is not the ability, goals and actions that can succeed. What you lack is a little luck. We are doomed to fail, Asog, but the orcs are doomed to be destructive. We just need to leave history to them, it is enough!"

The most capable golden tent Khan in a century will probably be the most tragic Khan in a golden tent. He looked at the woman in front of him in contemplation, and for the first time there was a mixed feeling in his eyes: "Bagasa, I love you."

"I know……"

Then, what interrupted their last moment of tenderness was the shocking roar of the Berencaster-One cannon.

With the huge crack that collapsed from the city wall, the main show finally began.

If you are an ordinary soldier, watching the continuous explosions on the opposite local positions, basically, only when your own artillery fire has stopped completely, will you launch a trembling charge under the whip of the officer? After all, the gameplay of the infantry and cannon coordination is an advanced skill of the 20th century. You can advance toward the artillery fire with your back to both sides, and the fire and flames on the opposite side soar into the sky, making people unable to open their eyes, but they still need to continue charging, as if they are going to rush straight into the sea of ​​fire. That is quite a test of people's spiritual tolerance.

However, in this world, it is probably difficult to find soldiers who are more expensive than these Nord brothers.

5,000 Nord men armed to the teeth, as the commando of the entire army, began to charge. They did not carry any tools to build bridges and cross the moat. For these most elite Nord royal warriors, "every part of their strength is used to carry weapons, weapons, and enough weapons." In fact, they really didn't need it. Just as the Nord strong men in the first row were about to approach the moat, the light of the magic circle of the change learning flashed and flashed under the city walls. The soil that had just been pushed into the river by ordinary soldiers began to condense in an instant, forming and finally solidified. In just a few seconds, the sand, gravel and soil directly turned into a stable earth dam, which was more than five meters wide. While blocking the moat, a stable passage of march was also formed.

Of course, the magicians in the Academic Alliance cannot be all waste. As long as they do not need to charge and fight with the enemy in bloody battles, they are still very capable of cooperating with comrades in this regard.

The Nord warriors quickly rushed over the earth dam and stepped onto the mound made of rubble from the city wall. At the same time, more than a hundred orcs also appeared at the crack of the city wall. Many of them were injured, and many of them were even missing their arms and legs, but they all pulled out their weapons and faced the vast enemy outside the city.

"For Orgrimmar! Orcs will never be slaves!"

"Orcs will never be slaves!"

Although the orcs lost the cover of the city wall and fell into chaos for a while, what this fighting nation is most proud of is that they will never lose their fighting spirit at any time, right?

However, the Nord warriors who had already stepped onto the earth dam did not charge immediately. They paused for a half-step, waiting for the arrival of real support. Then, the sound of breaking through the air coming from the sky roared. However, before these sounds reached the orcs' ears, more than ten shells fell directly between the gaps in the city wall, and fell into the orcs who had just been successfully arranged, and immediately turned into boiling flames. The tough body was torn into pieces in the flames and the diffuse shock waves, and threw them high into the air.

"Roar in!" The Nord commandos roared loudly. The soldiers in the front row even made boiling roars with their battle cry. Several orcs who stood relatively far and did not have time to be affected by artillery fire on the spot were shattered by the close-range battle cry. They were stunned and couldn't even stand up, and then they were killed by the raid swords.

On the broken city walls on both sides, the defenders had lost the cover of the female wall, but hundreds of plain trolls and centaurs still insisted on gathering to the sides of the gap, preparing to attack with bows and arrows and poisoned javelins. However, before they bent their bows and arrows, continuous gunfire sounded across the moat. In an instant, half of the soldiers were either dead or dead, completely losing their combat power. It was an attack launched by the federal guided gunmen. Although they were separated by the moat and the towering walls, these brave defenders were still included in the range of the guided gunmen.

The commando team composed of Nord heavy warriors quickly passed the city wall that had been torn apart. In addition to the alleyways in the fortress, there were the taller second wall and the soldiers who were ready to go. However, they did not go straight to the foolishly, but climbed up the stairs inside the first wall. You must know that each wall is directly together. In doing so, you can turn the head-on siege into a frontal hand-to-hand combat. Although it is still a head-on battle, the difficulty is another matter.

In terms of head-on battles, the Nord brothers have never been afraid of anyone, even if the other party is an orc who is known as a fighting race.

The Taurus guard Bellun waved an iron rod as big as a flagpole and stood on the stairs. He swept three Nord warriors on the spot in a row, but then he was found to be a flaw by the Nord Knight Edbin, and was directly dismantled by an axe. The Taurus knelt on one knee, struggling to support him without dying immediately, but his head was immediately hit by another Nord commando with a hammer, and his torso was also pierced by five sharp blades.

The mighty body of the Taurus guard fell down like this, but the Nords' heart was not fluctuating. They continued to charge while stepping on his body, and soon stepped on it into a ball of minced meat.

Just as the senior coalition leaders planned, the war quickly burned onto the city wall. Edbin did not realize that he had killed an important target, so he stood at the stairs and summoned the soldiers behind him to follow him. He used the war cry to blow the orcs rushing towards him on the spot, but then he was fired by the poisonous javelin thrown out by the trolls, and then he was shot in the vital throat and died. The first fifty Nord warriors who rushed up the city wall with him killed several times his enemies and died.

Immediately afterwards, the orcs' resistance on the first city wall ended here. Because the 51st Nord man on the mountain stairs was Emperor Otto himself.

He held a big sword with a blade of more than one meter in each hand, wearing gorgeous golden armor, and knew it was a big man at first glance. The orcs immediately shouted and surrounded him, but it was like a group of hyenas trying to siege the dragon, and they could not hurt the emperor at all. They had just taken one step forward and were torn to pieces by the storm of sword energy.

More and more soldiers climbed up the city wall and advanced into the fortress along the connecting bridge between the city walls. There were even coalition soldiers who directly occupied the running position on the tower and turned the crossbows on it in a direction, and immediately shot against the tower on the second floor of the city wall, which was only more than 100 meters apart.

The orcs felt that they should rely on the second level to resist, but the magic towers named one by one by the Berencaster cannon collapsed one by one. Even such a group of fighting races who would rather break than bend, their morale and fighting spirit fell to the bottom of the valley.

Immediately afterwards, in the sky, a huge black shadow passed through the clouds and turned into a giant dragon of steel, waving its wings to cover the sky above the Thunder Cliff Fortress. At that moment, the last orcs who were dispatched from the fortress had not had time to launch a desperate charge and disperse on the spot, just like sparrows driven away by goshawks. The knights did have the courage to fight to the death, but they could not comfort the mounts who were scared out of fear. Therefore, the orcs who were unable to form a unified formation soon became the targets of hunting for the elves Silver Pegasus and Nordragon cavalry.

As one of the three poles of the human world, the Nords certainly have an air force. Although the scale is not large, it has only less than 2,000 troops in total, but its combat power is extremely strong. The mount is the Iron Ridge Dragon that lives in the northwest of the Arir Plateau, and is also one of the subspecies of the real dragon. Its strength is not as strong as the two-legged flying dragon in the Orgrimmar Wilderness. Although it does not have the ability to spit out venom and lightning breaths, it is larger in size, with stronger endurance and strength. In extreme cases, it is said that it can fly with a mammoth, and even a load-bearing beast with a guest appearance is absolutely no problem.

As for the riders, they are the Varda minority members belonging to the Nords branch. It is said that this minority is a mixed race between the ancient Nords and Titan giants... Lu Xi has always doubted this, but it must be admitted that this minority with only less than 20,000 people is even stronger than the ordinary Nord brothers, and every hundred people have the ability to summon thunder or storms, which really has a little bit of Titan giants.

The Silver Pegasus and the Iron Ridge Dragon began to strangle the orcs' last resistance, while the Federation's air force took the opportunity to cross the first city wall.

Immediately afterwards, hundreds of combat mages cast spells from a high position, causing the orcs who were preparing to line up to meet the enemy on the second city wall to suffer a literal disaster. If it were just a simple fireball, lightning, frozen, etc., it would be easier. Putting a shield on the top of your head can still block a few. However, no matter the oil stains that suddenly appeared on the city wall, the ground that suddenly began to tremble, and even the rock puppets, flame elves and various other summoning objects that suddenly emerged from their own arrays, they were constantly creating chaos among the orc defenders.

After breaking through the first wall, the coalition forces burned the war to the second wall in less than five minutes. As for the last third wall... Well, those magic towers that were towering into the clouds were actually built here, and in a strict sense, they were actually the first to be hit.

Now, the last magic tower has completely collapsed. At the last moment, the most powerful magical mechanism left over from the ancient Gersa Empire was too late to launch an attack.

"Well... this is the so-called deck washing... Ah no, the city gate washing tactics are all." Lu Xi rode on the "Parnarsis? Steel Dragon Edition" above the altitude, looking at the defenders who were retreating towards the third city wall, and finally felt a sense of satisfaction with the overall situation. On the hills outside the city, nearly twenty shots had been carried out. After destroying one city wall and six magic towers, the Berencaster No. 1 cannon finally diverted its attention and started shooting at the crumbling city gate.

"duang!" The city gate made of metal made of the city gate made a loud noise, shaking slightly trembling for several times, but it didn't fall down.

Then, this was probably the last time Berencaster 1 roared. Then, the base of the giant cannon was scattered halfway, and the high-spirited cannon barrel pointed to the fortress also drooped like it had entered the sage time.
Chapter completed!