For thousands of years, wolves have used howling to communicate with each other.
The leader wolf howled loudly and fiercely, and all the wolves in the Horde responded immediately. The continuous and terrifying wolf howls suddenly became one. The huge sound waves covered the outer walls of Stormwind City.
This terrifying momentum suddenly made the warriors of Stormwind City hear a terrible rumor. The cruel and bloody orcs only ate living people, and those warriors who died on the battlefield would be given to the wargs to eat.
Thinking back on the habits of wolves in this world, this is indeed possible.
Wolves are the wildest and most brutal animals. They do not eat their own kind, and only when they are still alive. Once their own kind dies in any way, their meat is no different from other meat.
The thought of their bodies being torn apart and eaten by these huge monsters made many recruits who had never faced orcs directly tremble in their hands and their teeth clatter.
Llane and Anduin, who were sitting on the highest level of the inner city wall, couldn't help but frown when they saw this scene.
At this time, a messenger trotted over and said, "Sir Windsor requested to fire the crossbow. He said he has a special crossbow that can teach that beast a lesson."
"Okay!" As the supreme commander on the front line, even if Llane was present on the scene in person, most of the time it was Lothar who gave the orders.
Seeing the signal, Windsor personally operated the crossbow on the huge crossbow platform that was nearly thirty meters above the ground.
He first glanced at the flag on the crossbow that was fluttering in the wind, and muttered, "The wind is from the east to the west, wind force... level three."
Then Windsor stretched out his arm again, raised his thumb flat, and made a rough visual estimate of the distance: "The distance is 250 yards..."
Finally, he adjusted the winch and aligned it with the scale that he had no idea what it was a few months ago. It was clearly marked on it that according to this height, when the winch was fully loaded, the degree should be adjusted according to the distance of a certain distance.
With a "dong", the sound of a huge bowstring was heard.
At first, no one paid attention to the crossbow.
In this era of crude technology, all heavy weapons needed to be tested. Whether it was a crossbow, a catapult, or a cannon, they would fire a shot in a certain direction and then slowly adjust the target. Anyone who could hit the area near the target within three rounds of shooting would be called a sharpshooter.
Originally, the first shot should be fired.
But they couldn't find a qualified gunner in the entire Stormwind Kingdom. Even the four 8-pound cannons Stormwind City currently had were purchased from the dwarves' Ironforge in a hurry after the defeat in the Battle of Redridge Mountains.
The temporarily trained gunners were not up to the mark.
There is no way. In this era, except for the nobles and a few lucky people, most people are illiterate. It is already amazing to find a few smart people who have learned how to fire cannons.
So when Windsor volunteered to fire the first shot, Llane, Anduin, and Bolvar didn't hold out any hope.
Who knows, a miracle happened!
A long black rainbow streaked across the sky above Stormwind City, blinding the orcs' eyes. Looking down from the sky, the black line seemed to be shooting almost straight towards Warchief Blackhand.
Watching the black spot in the distance rapidly expand in the field of vision.
Not only the orc guards around the warchief, but even Blackhand himself felt that something was wrong.
Shit! Why can human crossbows shoot so far?
It's not like the orcs haven't seen human crossbows before.
Most human crossbows don't have such a long range. Of course, the orcs don't know that this is a crossbow specially modified by a university traveler who studied mechanical engineering and was good at all but not proficient in any of them.
Without time to think, Orgrim Doomhammer, the deputy standing beside Chieftain Blackhand, suddenly bulged his muscles, and the 'future' chieftain suddenly leaped forward and smashed the huge crossbow arrow in the air with a hammer.
"Bang——" I have to say, all the great people who enter the hero field are fucking monsters.
The crossbow cannon can travel at a speed of at least fifty kilometers per hour, and the pervert Orgrim can attack it immediately.
However, since it was created by Duke, how could it be so simple?
This arrow is a specially made sub-explosive arrow.
Orgrim did knock the arrow away with one blow of his hammer, but more small steel balls poured down like a shotgun towards the chieftain and the howling wolf leader under his crotch.
"Pah pah pah pah!" The scattered sound, as dense as a rainstorm, directly made Blackhand and his beloved wolf behave themselves.
The screams of the Warchief and the wailing of the wolf leader made the entire wolf pack stagnate. The wolf's intelligence was not very high so they could not understand why their leader suddenly stopped screaming.
Seeing the orc boss and his "big dog" being covered in crossbows, and hearing the entire wolf pack lose their voices like roosters with their necks strangled, the morale of the Stormwind warriors, which had been a little depressed for a while, rose again.
"You do the same tricks, you green beast!"
"A bunch of stray dogs, who are you trying to scare?!"
The soldiers burst into loud laughter.
King Llane was in high spirits, he raised his thumb in the direction of Windsor, and then he drew his sword. The cold light of the king's sword was extremely dazzling in the morning light.
Llane's clear and loud voice spread across the three city walls: "Thousands of years ago! Our ancestors brought your ancestors to this valley. We have been living and thriving here for a thousand years! Behind us is our home! It is the home of our descendants! Can we allow these cruel green beasts to occupy our homeland!?"
"So what are you waiting for? Draw your swords! Let the corpses of these green-skinned beasts fill up the Elwynn Forest!"
At this time, Lothar was the first to respond. He drew his sword and raised it high: "For Stormwind! For Azeroth—"
"For Stormwind! For Azeroth—"
Swords and spears are like a forest, cold light is everywhere, and morale is full!
Feeling the sound waves erupting from the city wall, the Warchief's green face turned almost dark green. He was heartbroken for his old friend who kept wailing.
He relied on his physical strength greatly improved after drinking the devil's blood, and his thick skin and flesh to withstand the steel balls scattered just now. But his wolf had never drunk the devil's blood.
Wolves have never been good at defense.
Seeing that his wolf leader's eyes had been blinded by steel balls and his entire front half of the body was covered with pits and bloodstains as deep as a finger, Blackhand knew that his old friend was doomed.
Baring his fangs viciously, Blackhand smashed his beloved wolf to death with a single blow of his hammer.
With endless anger, the roar of the Warchief spread throughout the Horde.