Chapter 171 How can flesh and blood resist the roar of steel?

Chapter 171 How can flesh and blood resist the roar of steel?

Harkan's evil orc army was waiting for Gul'dan's army to arrive before launching an attack, but Nergo wanted to annihilate Gul'dan's army before it arrived.

At this moment, Nergo was standing on the city wall. This was a small battle, but he wanted to use this battle to give Gul'dan a welcome gift.

Harkan, the chieftain of the Bonechewer clan? Let his death be the beginning of the great war.

"The musketeers fired freely, the ranger troops aimed at the gunners."

Sylvanas commanded the Horde rangers she trained to launch sniper attacks at the fel orcs who began to hesitate.

As a sparsely populated high elf, the number of rangers in the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas is far less than that of their former enemy, the Amani Empire.

But with the elite ranger troops, the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas tore off the best part of the Amani Empire's territory.

What does it rely on? That is to say, the rangers are almost equipped with sharp archers per capita. They can not only provide long-range support to the infantry, but also suppress the enemy or snipe a single target.

At this moment, Sylvanas raised her longbow, and behind her, more rangers like her followed her with indifferent expressions and raised their longbows to aim at the target.

Sure enough, they are Sylvanas's students. They have learned Sylvanas's daily expressions very well.

Amidst the breeze and the roar of artillery fire, these elite snipers loosened their bow strings, and the arrows turned into black shadows and flew into the sky towards the gunners.

It is difficult for ordinary bows and arrows to cause fatal injuries to thick-skinned orcs, let alone monsters that drink demon blood, but these arrows are unusual. The arrows made of high-quality real iron ore make those orcs work hard. Every vital part was penetrated by arrows.

Wail, death cry.

The evil orc peons wailed and screamed one after another. The peons who were lucky enough to survive were immediately dominated by the fear in their hearts. They were not the same race with demon blood in their brains. They were not the kind of orcs. They fled in all directions tremblingly.

"Cowards! They have tarnished the honor of the orcs!" Taga picked up the ax and grabbed a fleeing orc, "Get back!"

Halkan also began to doubt his life. He walked to a cannon, picked up an orc whose throat had been pierced, pulled out the sharp arrow from his body, and looked at it carefully.

"Where did they find these archers?" Harkan didn't understand. The arrows of these archers could hit the vital points accurately from such a distance. Even the Thunder God clan, which is best at hunting, may not have so many and accurate ones. Strong archer.

However, the nightmare of the evil orcs has not yet dissipated. The ranger's sniper kills caused the evil orcs' firepower to stop, and the tribe's muskets and cannons began to rain down deadly bullets on them.

boom! boom! boom!

Exploding shells, flying shrapnel, orcs died tragically.

The so-called hell is just like this. In the ashes, even the crazy evil orcs can't help but be a little shaken. What they have seen before in the fierce moments of battle is simply incomparable to what they see before them. The tribe has no tactics and no ghosts. The unpredictable strategy is just killing, one-sided killing.

Even the warlocks accompanying the army couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded when faced with such ferocious firepower. They opened their mouths feebly and chanted a spell, while shouting the name of the true god Kil'jaeden in their hearts. It can be said that they can In this desperate moment, the reason why he has not collapsed until now is entirely due to his admiration and trust in Kil'jaeden.

Groups of fireballs hit the tribe, but were intercepted by magic defenses. Demons were summoned to Draenor one by one, but were cursed and exiled in the magic with the wrath of the elements.

This was a massacre, a one-sided massacre, and the Horde had made too many preparations to lock them in a cage called Tanaan Jungle.

The environment dominated by the elements has become extremely harsh. The creatures here have begun to decrease sharply due to the joint efforts of the tribe and the evil orcs. Many evil orcs have been forced to eat no fresh meat.

Gronn and Magron cooperated with the tribe to block every path that the evil orcs could use to rush out with an indestructible fortress, forcing them to attack the Iron Front.

The exquisite magical defense makes the role of the warlock worth mentioning, and the well-trained rangers snipe every gunner in sight.

It was as if the fel orcs had foolishly charged into a trap where they had been trapped, but could not turn back.

Harkan looked at the orcs who couldn't resist the impulse flowing in their blood. The blood of Maronos made battle roars surge from their throats.

Those mechanical creations were ineffective, and the magic of the warlocks was unreliable. Taga, who was leading the charge, thought in his mind that he might not be able to defeat this fortress, but that would be better than dying in agony without even being able to see the enemy's face. It’s better to go to a better place.

"Moths fly to the flame." Nergo nodded. He was very satisfied. This was exactly what he wanted. He was very happy that the defense line he had put a lot of effort into building did not become the Maginot Line. Those evil orcs were Just as he expected, it turned into white bones and ran towards them.

"The Shadow Realm should really award me a Medal of Honor, just to encourage me to support their work." Nergo told a cold joke that others could not understand, and then continued to issue instructions.

"Keep firing." He waved forward with a cold face, without any sympathy. As he spoke, Nergo took the initiative to take a musket from the orc warrior beside him, loaded it and took aim.

boom!

There was a gunshot, and with the help of his control of the wind, the bullet hit someone between the eyebrows as expected.

Below the city, Halkan was anxious and screaming, "How could he be so reckless?"

Damn it, the blood of Maronos allows you to drink the genuine version.

"Does he have to rely on an ax to chop up that layer of magic? Or can he use a hammer to knock down the city wall?"

But he couldn't help but have a bit of unrealistic fantasy in his heart. What if he could really succeed?

But sometimes, the gap between imagination and reality is always too big, and all I see is gunshots and screams.

Those warriors who followed Taga's charge were shot dead without even touching the gate.

This city wall is like a wall of sighs lying in front of the evil orcs, which can never be opened.

But Halkan suddenly opened his mouth in shock, and the city gate opened.

There was joy in his eyes at first, and then shock.

Because the tribe took the initiative to open the city gate. As soon as the city gate opened, one by one the orcs, wolf cavalry, poured out.

The sound of battle roars and wolf howls filled the air smelling of gunpowder smoke. The wolf cavalry rushed out of the fortress and began the tribe's attack.

At the beginning of the attack, several evil orcs who were not dead were hacked to death, and more wolf cavalry stepped on the corpses of the evil orcs to charge to Harkan's location.

"Retreat, retreat quickly!" Halkan immediately turned around, yelled at the soldiers around him, and then hurriedly mounted the warg.

But how can a person see faster than an arrow?

The rangers have long been targeting him.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh.

Arrows fell one after another, and Halkan turned into a hedgehog almost instantly. From his eye sockets to his chest, there was almost no good piece of meat on his body.

Gul'dan's first wave of attacks destroyed the team.