God of the Universe Begins with Harry Potter

Although he has twice been smashed in front of this great city, both Blackhand and Gul'dan firmly believe that victory belongs to the orcs in the end.

But now, it may be due to the exhaustion brought about by the long-term war, or it may be that the supplies are exhausted. In short, in the siege battle in the past few days, the black hand is keenly aware of the weakening of the defenders' resistance.

The draenei soldiers who once fanatically surrounded the city no longer move forward as they once did, never take a step back; the magical barrier that once stubbornly resisted the Horde's siege weapons began to appear and disappear; and those crystal focus cannons that caused great damage to the Horde, At this time, the artillery fire began to become sparse.

All the details are seen by the black hand.

Older than the war, he immediately understood that the strength of the enemy's defense had begun to weaken, their long-term siege finally came to an end, and the final war was coming.

The orcs have already shed so much blood in this war that the draenei alone have killed them far more than the other races of Draenor combined.

And now, it's time for these pesky blue-skinned monsters to pay the price. He will use the blood of the city's draenei to pay homage to his fallen compatriots, and to signal the beginning of the Horde's rule over the entirety of Draenor.

Thinking of this, the terrifying Orc Warchief was excited.

"The time has come, I will personally lead the warriors of the Blackrock clan to attack the city first, Orgrim." Aegir said to his lieutenant Orgrim Doomhammer: "You must lead the army to hold Ogrim for me. Kington's blueskin, don't let any more accidents happen in this nasty cemetery."

The warchief deeply realized that the failure of the previous two Shattrath battles was all because of Auchindoun.In the case of a solid city defense, the joint defense of the horns is the simplest, but also the most effective defense strategy, and the orcs have suffered enough.

The encounter of the Second Battle of Shattrath did not make the foolish orcs realize the fact that the draenei had mastered the epoch-making technology of "Crystal Leap".

In fact, they didn't think about it at all, who didn't understand magic, and the orthodoxy between the Shadow Council and the Orcs directly led to the poor communication of information, so the Orcs always thought that the group came from Auchindoun and suddenly appeared. The "Golden Army" was already in ambush.

"Great Chief, the draenei's defense is only slightly weak, but it has not really collapsed. At this time, most of the general attacks will cause heavy casualties. Why are you so eager to attack? We can still consume them for a while."

Although as the Horde dominates Draenor, the Black Hand's prestige as the warchief has grown, and the influence of fel energy has made him more and more feared, but as a friend and subordinate for many years, Orgrim still dares to dare to fight the Black Hand. propose.

Blackhand frowned at Orgrim's blunt objection, but he wasn't angry.Although his subordinate did not drink the "gift" like him, he was his subordinate for many years after all, and he also completed the tasks he entrusted very well in the war of conquering various races. Orgrim still Trusted by the Black Hand:

"You're right," said the warchief, Cisheng Cicheng, "but I can't wait any longer. The great gods are impatient with our mother's progress. The will of the gods allows me to conquer the draenei, I You have to conquer them."

Wearing heavy black iron armor and holding a black iron warhammer, the lava-like high temperature spurted out from the rocky iconic black hand: "I, must not let the great gods underestimate the power of the tribe!"

Blackhand's declaration made Orgrim embarrassed for a while. Unlike Blackhand, Orgrim expressed his concern for Kil'jaeden and Gul'dan, who called himself "the benevolent benefactor" and the leader behind Gul'dan, who brought evil power to the Horde. There are deep doubts about its purpose.He doesn't deny the power of the Demon Commander, but he doesn't think that he will give the beasts a favor for no reason.

There must be a big conspiracy behind this.

It is a pity that his status is not high enough, and the warchief has obviously made up his mind, and Orgrim has no way to object.He didn't want to upset the Black Hand.

"I will obey your orders," the Warchief's deputy smacked his chest hard, "The draenei of Auchindoun will never interfere with your conquest of Shattrath this time."

"very good."

Hearing the words, the Great Chief nodded with satisfaction:

"The destruction of the blue-skinned monster has long been doomed. In this world, only the strong are qualified to survive. We used to be so weak that we had to compromise with them. But now, the tribe is so powerful, The cowardly blue-skinned monster will perish, only blood and glory will last forever!"

Chapter 1155 General Attack

The next day, the draenei gathered on the city wall as early as ever, waiting for a new round of offensive as before.

But this time they found that the orcs under the city walls were not the same as before.

Compared with the previous loose team, tattered armor and uneven quality, this time the army of orcs was completely different.

Orc warriors in heavy armor, wolf cavalry on terrifying beasts, two-headed wyverns, tall ogres and ghouls, taller one-eyeds, and gronns, tens of thousands of them are scattered across the Shata. On the other side under the city, they could not see the boundary like a dark cloud.The plain exudes a foul stench, and the sound of horns and drums from tribes spreads for many kilometers and continues for a long time.

And this time the battle flag that stood up was different.It is no longer the kind of tattered ghost-painted talisman-like motley clan flag, but a lot of very familiar and delicate battle flags:

Tattooed on a wolf skin, the Frostwolf clan battle flag with the wolf's head emblem, the Broken Palm clan battle flag in blood red palms, the Blackrock clan battle flag in the Black Mountains, and the warsong clan with a scary roaring face painted on a red background battle flag...

The appearance of these battle flags all meant that the big clans, the elite and main force of the tribe, no longer used the power of small clans and slaves to consume the draenei.This time, they will start the siege themselves.

Behind the flags of these big clans are the battle flags of countless small tribes. Evil skeleton braziers and ritual circles are everywhere. This is the masterpiece of the warlocks. They are preparing evil spells and spilling out. The fel energies desecrated the lands of Draenor.

Seeing such a scene, even the dullest of people realize that a big battle is coming.

For a time, the draenei on the city wall were all waiting, and the signal requesting support was directly communicated to the rear through Kara.

After a long period of war, even the draenei who yearned for peace were now accustomed to war, and their responses were well-trained.

Soon, more draenei climbed the walls, ornate armor and razor-sharp blades gleamed in the sun, dotted with blue and purple crystals, forming a wonderful giant landscape. .

In the face of such a large army, none of them were afraid.Under the guidance of the divine Kara, the draenei will not back down, no matter how powerful the enemy is.

"duo-"

The melodious and majestic sound of the horn came from a distance.

"Boom boom boom——"

The majestic drums of war have also been played.

After that, countless shouts of scolding and the sound of an axe hitting the shield sounded.

"So, the final battle is about to begin."

On the city wall, Yrel's eyes contained a firm will. After fighting with the orcs for so long, she naturally understood what the scene in front of her meant, but she was not afraid.

Including the several archbishops behind her, no one noticed the scheming pleasure that flashed in the Draenei Archon's eyes.

"Prepare to fight! My compatriots, for the lives of the people! For our freedom! For the holy Kara!!!" Yrel turned his head and looked at the draenei under the city wall, raising his hand warhammer.

The Archon cried out, and her voice echoed across the battlefield.

"May the Holy Kara grant us victory!!"

Countless draenei responded loudly.