Chapter 191: Siege of Stormwind

A white figure stood on the cliff, overlooking the world below. From this position, there are sweeping views of the city and surrounding countryside. As far as the eye can see, there is nothing but darkness. It is a brown wave that can sweep across this continent. It can flood the earth, destroy houses, and turn everything it passes through into red.

"Warchief, news from Chief Blackhand says that the Darkspear Trolls are gaining the upper hand in the western wilderness in the south. Their gods have resurrected a large number of the dead. The army of the Kingdom of Stormwind is now stuck in that quagmire."

Garrosh said softly: "Now, the territory of the Kingdom of Stormwind has been divided into three parts, the western wilderness, the northern part of Redridge Mountain, and Stormwind City."

"Chief Ner'zhul wants to take the shaman to the Blackrock Mountains in the northwest of Redridge Mountains. He feels the powerful elemental power, and he hopes to get some reinforcements there."

"And Chief Blackhand thinks we should concentrate our forces to capture Stormwind City first and capture their capital."

"Just do what Black Hand said." Nergo stared quietly into the distance, and he seemed to see the white city.

"Pass an order and let the Blackstone Clan and the Bloodring Clan be the vanguard. We will use artillery to bring some tribal strength to these stupid and backward natives."

Nergo roared, shocking the surrounding mountains and buildings, sending out equally loud echoes.

Below him, the brown tide surged and rippled, and countless faces looked up at the same time. Every member of the tribe was fully armed and stood still, looking up at the lonely storm high above.

They roared and raised their weapons high. Under the flags of each clan, the members of the tribe let out excited shouts.

So, one year after the Dark Portal opened, the entire Kingdom of Stormwind became silent.

The refugees they thought had finally revealed their true colors. In front of these nobles of the Stormwind Kingdom who had been comfortable for a long time, what they saw was an extremely terrifying army.

Outside Elwynn Forest, thousands of tribal soldiers fought their way out of Elwynn Forest. They were wearing black and red armor, holding incomprehensible weapons, pushing steel chariots, and the iron chains pulled The sound of the car, the rumble of wheels rolling over the grass, and as they got closer and closer, the thundering drums and angry roars rang in everyone's ears.

When this wave broke out of the forest, every human was shocked. They formed a formation outside Stormwind City and surrounded the city, leaving only a port.

"Aren't there only thirty thousand of them?"

Thirty thousand? Lothar's adjutant Gwenrad, who was still in Stormwind City, has now been appointed commander. He looked at the orcs rushing out of the forest.

"There are more than 30,000 orcs. Even 300,000 or 3 million are possible. We were deceived. Khadgar is right. They are not refugees at all!" Gwenrad gritted his teeth and looked at the tribal army. Flag, he called his attendants, "Go quickly and inform the king so that his majesty will be ready to evacuate."

"I guess they are about to attack." Gwenrad said: "The archers are ready!"

He wanted to teach the orcs a lesson with a hail of arrows when they attacked.

Sure enough, his guess was correct, the orcs did launch an attack.

But what he didn't guess correctly was that the orcs' attack method was different from the wars they had been exposed to in the past.

On a hill opposite, Black Hand's steady voice spread to the ears of everyone around him.

"Artillery is ready, musketeers are ready, target the walls of Stormwind City, fire."

Since the beginning of the war, he has been studying the structure of Stormwind City's walls day and night. Thirteen shamans have taken turns to cast vision spells to observe Stormwind City's defenses for him. At this moment, for him, it can be said that Stormwind City's city defenses have been kept in mind.

Thus, the confrontation between the first human kingdom and the orcs from another world began.

Below the city, there are tens of thousands of troops from the Blackstone Clan and the Bleeding Ring Clan combined, equipped with a full 300 artillery pieces, and commanded by Black Hand.

There are also dozens of Gorons left for the black hand as trump cards for this battle, just in case.

Since the unification of Draenor, the orcs have had no natural enemies, and there are more and more fertile and adult orcs. In the past, a clan only had thousands of warriors. Now the Blackrock clan alone will go all out regardless of the consequences. The explosion troops can explode nearly 70,000-80,000.

On the city wall, there are only about 20,000 people in Stormwind City, and more than 9,000 temporarily recruited militiamen to defend the city.

At this moment, Gwenrad, who was sitting on the city wall, couldn't help but frown when he saw this scene.

Why haven't the orcs attacked yet? Weapons such as archers and ballistae cannot hit at this range.

I saw a roaring sound, and the flames of death rained down on the humans at the top of the city.

And the worst thing is that the tribe's artillery seems to have eyes, and their shells are bombing important locations such as Stormwind Fortress and Griffin Tower.

In an instant, thick smoke covered the sky, and flames rose into the sky. The city was in chaos.

Inside the palace.

The nobles were even more confused.

"Your Majesty, the orcs are ferocious and there are so many of them that Stormwind City may not be able to hold on."

"Your Majesty, why not take a boat to the Western Wilderness? Marshal Lothar still has fifty thousand troops in the Western Wilderness, which is enough to ensure your Majesty's safety."

"His Majesty……"

"His Majesty……"

One sound, one sentence.

After a while, the nobles transformed themselves into "Dark Spear Trolls" and helped Ryan plan his escape plan clearly, from south to north, and some even talked about going west to become the Pirate King. They all had their own unique plans.

"I'm not going anywhere! We will fight off this attack as we did before, and never give up before reinforcements arrive. As long as the king holds on to the throne and the soldiers hold their ground, Stormwind will stand firm." Llane picked up the warhammer beside the throne, "It has been 1,200 years since the Wrynn family took control of this land. The trolls failed to destroy us, the gnolls failed to destroy us, and now the orcs can't do it either!"

Llane stood up and glared at the nobles, "Today, all nobles follow me, put on armor and take up weapons, and anyone who deserts will be beheaded!"

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"Damn it, how can their artillery reach so far!"

It's not that Gavinrad has never seen artillery. In the ancient times of Azeroth, Azeroth already had firearms before the Troll Empire, but they were not used in large quantities.

And after thousands of years, the role of artillery has been known to the world, but almost no one except dwarves, gnomes, and goblins will develop them.

Why? It's because the benefits of studying artillery and muskets are too small, so small that it takes a few years for someone to train a knight who can cut you to pieces.

But the orcs, a bunch of weirdos, have developed artillery to such an extent, which is really incredible.

But the orcs' attack is far more than that.

Blackhand ordered: "Call the iguanas to dig tunnels and dig them in geotechnical ways."

His adjutant Orgrim nodded, "Do you want to use iguanas to capture the outer wall?"

Blackhand shook his head, "Their walls are too fragile, gronn and artillery are enough to deal with them, I want you to follow the iguanas to fight out from underground, raid their palace, and create chaos."

Capture the thief first, capture the leader, Blackhand obviously understands this truth.