Warchief Blackhand is having a hard time.
It's simple. The frontal assault on Stormwind City caused the Horde to suffer a lot. Stormwind City is located in a huge valley. There are only two exits in the valley, the seaport in the west and the land Road in the south.
The maritime affairs have never been the orcs' strong point, and in order to capture Stormwind as quickly as possible and disintegrate the human resistance, Blackhand gave up the idea of attacking the western wilderness. In Blackhand's view, it would only take a few minutes to take down Stormwind, which was guarded by weak humans. He never expected that he would be stuck on the outer wall for a whole week and lose more than 30,000 elite orcs.
This is just the outer wall. According to the scout's report, Blackhand knows that there is a huge lake behind the outer wall of Stormwind City. That is the real moat of Stormwind City. Behind that moat is the real wall of Stormwind City.
That's not all. The scouts saw from afar that there were canals throughout Stormwind City. The humans inside were fortifying each block day and night.
Not only that, there seems to be a huge fortress in the northeast of Stormwind City. That is the center of the human king's city.
The black hands are big.
The orcs want to occupy the entire world. Without reinforcements, and losing too many troops here, how can they continue to fight?
However, the scout's report made the miserable Blackhand very excited.
For humans, the huge valley is a natural barrier.
For orcs who have been climbing mountains for years, no matter how steep the mountains are, they are not a problem. And to the east of Stormwind City, there is a relatively flat mountain road that can be bypassed to the wall of Stormwind City.
Although humans also built tall walls here, there is only one wall, instead of three outer walls in the direction of the main gate on the south side, plus a huge moat lake and inner wall inside.
If we attack from the east, we will be quite close to that huge fortress.
"Orgrim, you lead a commando team to attack that side. I will continue the feint attack on the front."
The overjoyed warchief did not notice that his once extremely loyal adjutant now had a very gloomy face.
Once upon a time, Blackhand and Orgrim were as close as brothers. Many years ago, when the Blackrock clan was facing extinction by the ogres, Blackhand and his lieutenant Orgrim launched a raid. On the eve of the battle, he helped Orgrim retrieve the legendary weapon Doomhammer from the lava pool, which made the warriors of the entire clan excited and won the battle in one fell swoop.
Unfortunately, in the lava pool, his fist was blackened by the chaotic forces of nature and turned into rock, hence the name Blackhand.
It can be said that Blackhand and Orgrim have a life-and-death friendship.
But their relationship was broken because of Gul'dan. Because Orgrim just received the news that the guard he sent to escort Durotan and his wife betrayed him! That guy actually defected to the Shadow Council and killed Durotan and his wife together with the assassins of the Shadow Council.
Seeing the fangs of Durotan brought by his men, Orgrim almost went crazy, and couldn't wait to launch a duel against Blackhand Mak'gora who was protecting the Shadow Council to challenge the leadership of the horde.
It's not the right time yet. Not only does he want to kill the evil patron Blackhand, he also wants to uproot Gul'dan's Shadow Council.
Fortunately, he found an opportunity. It was by chance that he met the weak half-orc female assassin Garona on his patrol. He and his guards caught her. The stench of Gul'dan's curse on her body was so strong that Orgrim could smell it from several tents away.
Orgrim was almost ecstatic, knowing that as long as he continued to torture Garona, he would be able to find out the true location of Gul'dan and the Shadow Council.
Time! What he lacked most was time.
Until that moment came, he had to be patient.
Orgrim took the order, and when his troops appeared at the walls of Stormwind City near Stormwind Keep like a god, he saw only a handful of weak human spearmen. Not to mention the ballistae and catapults, he couldn't even see the javelin throwers he hated the most.
"For the Horde!" Orgrim roared, and the roaring orcs followed him and swarmed towards the section of the city wall.
Unlike the outer wall of Stormwind City, which had been reinforced and strengthened, this wall built on the cliff was more of a decoration. From the beginning of its construction, no one thought that an enemy could cross the mountains and ridges and climb over the steep cliffs to come here.
Even if there were enemies, their number would not be large. Moreover, the steep mountain wall would certainly not be able to carry heavy siege tools, and there were not many trees over there, so the wall here was only more than five meters high.
For humans with bare hands, this is already an insurmountable chasm.
Being able to build it so high can only be considered extremely seriously by the builders at that time.
No one would have thought that not only were there enemies here, but they were also unreasonable orcs.
It doesn't matter if there is no ladder. The orc who rushed to the city wall first squatted down, crossed his fingers into a nest shape, and used brute force to push up against the big feet of his companions.
An orc weighing hundreds of pounds just "flew" onto the five-meter-high city wall.
The elite of Stormwind had been led to the main gate by Lothar. Not only Lothar, but also King Llane and most of his guards were at the outer wall. All the remaining mages of Stormwind also went there.
At this moment, Stormwind Fortress is extremely empty.
Guarding the fortress were only half a battalion of the Royal Guards, plus miscellaneous combat forces, which totaled less than 500 people.
The city guards had been defeated, but these 500 people had to face 3,000 elite orcs as fierce as wolves and tigers. Behind them were the queen, the young crown prince, and nearly a hundred families of high-ranking nobles.
"For the king!" The guards fought back desperately. They worked very hard, and the skilled fighting skills acquired through strict training allowed them to not lose out even when fighting against the elite orcs one-on-one. Unfortunately, their numbers were too small.
The strong orcs have countless opportunities to make mistakes, while the relatively weak humans will be killed instantly if they make a single mistake.
Blood flowed from the main gate of Stormwind Fortress to the throne room. After the brutal fight, everywhere was a mess of twisted flesh and blood, brains splattered, and bodies torn into countless pieces or dead heads.
The Royal Guards tried hard, but they were still unable to stop the balance of victory from tipping towards the orcs.
In the throne room, Varian drew out his short dagger and protected his mother tightly. Behind him, the noble young masters and young ladies had already let out timid screams.
Far outside Stormwind Keep, a full four blocks away, was King Llane, who was galloping back on horseback with his guards.
The last barrier standing between the queen and the little prince, the brave Sir Windsor, was knocked down by a red-skinned orc wielding a huge hammer.
Despair is spreading wildly and uncontrollably.
Just at this moment, Varian Wrynn saw the light...it was the light of arcane!