The soldiers were filled with heroic spirit and roared in deep voices like thunder: "Your Majesty! We will go first!"
"Okay!" Llane raised the sword, and the cold light of the sword reflected Llane's heroic but no longer young face under the flickering firelight.
Duke, who was standing next to Llane, was infected by the tragic atmosphere at this moment, and tears began to flow quietly without him knowing.
An hour later, the deafening sound of the Horde's war drums arrived almost as if scheduled.
The rough roars unique to tribal warriors were once again heard from the mountains to the east and north.
Dozens of flares specially made by the goblins were fired into the air, driving away the darkness in an instant, allowing the attacking tribesmen to be seen clearly.
Not only were the relatively smooth mountain paths packed with muscular Blackrock Clan warriors, but even the steep mountain walls had countless thick ropes hanging down, with the burly figures of orcs descending from them.
That was a real green craze.
The sound of crossbows continued to be heard from the city wall. However, the orcs continued to rush towards the city wall despite the crazy crossbows and the rubble falling from the sky.
An orc had his helmet and head smashed to pieces by a hurled stone. His huge body fell down and quickly became a stepping stone for the next orc, who continued to rush up the gravel slope to the city wall.
An orc was pierced through the chest by a javelin, but he still threw his battle axe at a human warrior on the city wall despite the weakness of his rapidly draining life.
Fierce fighting took place at every point along the entire east and north walls.
The decisive battle has begun!
The orcs besieged Stormwind City, a golden lion that was already scarred. However, even though it was weak and defeated, the lion still opened its sharp claws and gave the invaders the most fierce revenge!
Not far away, Orgrim stood there in a daze, holding his famous Hammer of Destruction. He saw the humans launching a brave and desperate counterattack against the orcs who had rushed up the wall.
And then was once again overwhelmed by the green frenzy of the orcs.
Orgrim narrowed his eyes, sensing an ominous sign. It was said that humans had seven kingdoms, and those knee-high dwarves also had a kingdom, and there were also some skinny elves. If every kingdom resisted as fiercely as the Stormwind, then before conquering the world, how many warriors of the Horde would be able to return alive after fighting again and again?
"Hahaha! The weak humans are just prey with a little brains. They are no match for the tribal warriors!" Not far from Orgrim, the Warchief Black Finger pointed at the sections of the city wall that had fallen into the hands of the Horde and laughed loudly.
Orgrim felt something was wrong.
Compared with the elite humans he had fought against a few days ago, although these humans had almost crazy morale, it was obvious that many of them were already wounded before rushing up.
Orgrim even ran to an arrow tower, where he was shocked to find that many of the dead human soldiers had broken legs.
After jumping off the arrow tower, Orgrim found Blackhand and said, "Warchief, something seems to be wrong. The elite humans are not here."
Blackhand raised his hardened Blackhand and pointed everywhere. There were roars and shouts everywhere, and the sounds of fighting were still coming from everywhere.
"It's obvious that the weak humans are still resisting."
Even if Orgrim didn't want to admit it, it was true. The sound of fierce fighting could not deceive anyone.
At this time, an outpost came back to report: "Report to the Warchief, the human defenders are retreating to the western harbor! But every block in the human city has walls and moats, and the resistance is very fierce."
"Hahaha! Stupid humans!" Blackhand laughed.
Orgrim then saw in the firelight that humans had turned almost every large house in the city into a stronghold, built barricades and dug trenches at the entrance of each street, and established small positions.
Looking at the fierce resistance, it seems that we are going to fight a street battle with the Horde.
"Street fighting?" Seeing this, Orgrim finally couldn't help but sneered.
Back then, the Draenei had the help of the shining light (Holy Light) and had sophisticated weapons, but they still couldn't defend Shattrath City. In the street fighting that most emphasized individual combat power, Orgrim didn't think any race could beat the warriors of the Horde.
Blackhand laughed wildly. "If the human city had more defenses like the outer city wall, and they put all their troops on the city wall, the Horde might have to pay more sacrifices. But are these weak humans stupid? They actually want to fight a street fight with us, hahahaha!?"
This time, not only Orgrim, but all the chiefs following Blackhand joined in the laughter.
"Hahaha! No warrior is a match for the strongest warrior orc! Those javelins and crossbows are useless in street fighting. Humans are doomed!"
Blackhand waved his giant hand and said, "Attack overnight and don't let a single human escape. You can take any other spoils you want, but the head of the enemy chieftain must be left to me!"
"Yes!" The chiefs of these small and medium-sized clans were delighted. They obeyed the order and dispersed, returning to their own clans to command their troops.
"Orgrim! Lead your men and rush to the port as quickly as possible. I don't want to let another human escape."
It would be a lie to say that the orcs are not tired after days of siege fighting.
However, the excitement brought by conquering the enemy's capital made every orc energetic. There was no more discipline or cooperation, and the orcs who remained near Stormwind City came out in full force.
They killed their way through every street and alley in Stormwind City.
They kill anyone they see, and snatch anything new and good. The orcs don't feel anything when they see shiny gold and silver utensils, except that they think it might be good to melt them down and make them into tooth ornaments. But when they see humans' sophisticated weapons, especially sharp battle axes, the orcs often fight each other to fight for these rare trophies.
Because this is the moment of victory and the gift of the Warchief.
The orcs' rude roars and long lines of held-up torches filled every road and street in Stormwind City. The sound of unbridled footsteps gradually replaced the sound of fierce fighting.
No orc cared where the humans had gone. Perhaps they had all gone to hide in those big houses called churches and trembled in fear. On every ugly green face, besides being hideous, there was also the tyranny and ecstasy that had been suppressed for a long time and released.
Even though humans have caused them a lot of trouble, victory is victory!
Suddenly, several huge beams of light converged on a huge building near the west, illuminating the huge golden lion flag on the building that was as high as a floor.
At the same moment, the orcs heard a strange sound.