Stormwind God

In the distance above the peaks representing the horizon is a dark gray sky.

Under the thick black cloud that almost suppressed the entire mountain peak, countless green orcs were being struck across the mountain to be killed. The entire gorge was scattered with limbs of human soldiers, with matt shiny weapons and armor.

From the initial defensive battle, it has become a doomsday scene.

Except for heavy crossbow arrows and only a small group of mages that can deal more effective damage to the orcs, the human camp is no different from the orcs.

The orcs smashed each bunker like a gopher, smashed out the human soldiers inside, and killed them one by one. The orcs' rude and arrogant laughter echoed throughout the canyon.

At the Peak Command Post, Anduin Lothar's face faded. He turned his head to the head of the Griffin Corps, and said in a deep voice, "General Tom Simos, bring your people with me. . Stormwind needs a broken legion. "

After speaking these words, Lothar's tall body also looked taller and taller.

Every nobleman present bowed his head in shame.

It was them who forced King Lane to make a bad debt against me.

It was they who kept Anduin and the entire Griffon Legion dead to save their territory.

Obviously, the command room was so popular that every nobleman suddenly felt a sense of loneliness, and felt that he had given up a comrade!

The named General Tom Simos is a middle-aged man with a blond hair in his thirties. This is a typical soldier who has nothing to do with the nobility. Rough eyebrows flew along the cheek muscles, and General Simos stood upright and put on the helmet with a smile. Before putting on the helmet, he did not forget to sort out the helmet that is different from ordinary soldiers. He seemed to be afraid that the orcs could not see that he was a general.

"If you are on the road with His Excellency Lothar, you will not be lonely." In his light words, he had a firm sense of almost jumping out of the sound field.

Be willing to be a hero for a second! Still a life coward! ?

When a man really understands this sentence, he will know where the sword in his hand comes from.

Turning his head, Lothar nodded strongly to the Duke of Berval Fortagan: "If I can't go back, tell Ryan that his friend Anduin Lothar fights for his kingdom to the last drop of blood. . "

Berval's facial muscles were convulsing. He stepped forward suddenly and wanted to pull out the sword in the scabbard: "I'll stay with you ..."

Suddenly, Anduin's hand held down Boeval's wrist, making him unable to pull out his sword.

"The war has just begun. It is enough to die a little jazz. The retreat will be left to you, Duke Fortagan!" Anduin's voice was so loud that he could not see that he was ready to go. The dead.

Berwal's mouth squirmed for a long time, and he couldn't spit out even a word. Eventually, he turned his head resolutely, with pain that could not be concealed on his face.

"Listen all, the next retreat will be under the command of my Berval Fortagan. Whoever scrambles to flee will wait for me to cut off his head!"

Lothar even took this into account. Without King Ryan backing, Anduin was just a little jazz. But without Ryan, Berval was still the high-ranking duke.

His family background, his identity, is a deterrent to those aristocrats who have little warfare.

Soon, nobles from the entire command room rushed out.

In the direction of Houshan, a scream of aristocratic officers screamed. Except that the soldiers in front of the small bunker could not be withdrawn, more than 70% of the soldiers on the entire mountain peak began to evacuate in an orderly manner.

Looking at the green frenzy in the distance, Lothar's eyes had inexplicable complexity.

Is it lonely?

Is it booing?

Unwilling?

Or die generously?

Tom Simos went back and settled next to Lothar. His voice was firm and powerful: "The Griffin Legion is ready."

Seriously, Lothar didn't have to cut himself off personally. As the commander of this battle, he could put the responsibility on the nobles who shouted to heaven before the war and saw the orcs shivering. Ryan will surely keep him.

But Lothar didn't, and he put on his helmet quietly and stepped out of the command post with Tom Simos.

"Guard, sound our horn, and tell the barbaric hybrids, we are here!" Lothar's loud voice made the guards at the door awe.

"Woohoo--" The heavy, thick horn sounded, and the orcs who were immersed in the killing couldn't help raising their green-skinned heads.

On the mountainside, the gates of some of the largest bunkers on the two peaks were opened where the orcs had not yet attacked. Thousands of human soldiers in bright silver armor, like rivers gathering in the sea, quickly gathered into two square arrays, each guarding a mountain peak.

On the **** with a 30-degree slope, slowly advance down the mountain.

"Roar-finally there is a decent guy coming to death!" A chief of a small clan laughed in orc language.

The soldiers of the Gryphon Corps slowly moved down along the flattened hillside, and in the eyes, they saw a stream of iron and steel composed of floating shields and armor.

The whole army looked like a dazzling, flowing mercury. In the gap between the zither-shaped shields one size larger than ordinary Stormwind soldiers, these heavy armored infantry with only half a face in front of the half-helmet can be seen, and their eyes are full of firmness.

At the front is the uniform shield swordsman, and from the third row is a spearman holding a spear nearly four meters long. They set their spears on the shoulders of their robes in front of their lower body, protruding from the gap between the shields.

The same goes for the fourth and fifth lances. It's just that the angle of each row of spears is higher.

This is calculated. For tall orcs, the lowest row of spears just reaches their waist.

The whole square is like a huge steel hedgehog, which is daunting.

It was as if a forest of spears had risen, and the dense spears of the spears flashed cold.

If it is also against humans, I am afraid this will be a protracted battle against the position. Because simple bows and arrows can hardly help this steel line of defense.

But the orcs were different. They sneered, yelled, and wielded the most heavy weapons, so they attacked without fear.

A huge tomahawk swept the waist, all I heard was a crackling spear breaking. The spearmen's spears are specially selected. Generally humans use epee to cut, at least several swords must be cut in the same place before being cut.

However, in the presence of the orcs, breaking the spear was as easy as breaking chopsticks.