Every vital point of every orc was often pierced by two or three elven arrows.
The most miserable orc had four arrows in his throat and three arrows in each eye socket, leaving him with almost no room to put more arrows.
Suddenly, a burst of extremely shrill death howls broke out on the beach. The sound was so dense that it almost made people suspect that it was just one huge sound.
A few seconds later, the sounds of wind and waves were still there on the beach, but there was no human voice.
Only the green shadows on the beach under the last rays of the setting sun and the large area of discolored sea water that appeared black under the dim light were attracting the reconnaissance ship behind. The orcs attacking the beach were completely destroyed at the first sight.
Not only were the orcs terrified, but the Kul Tiras navy stationed on the island was also dumbfounded. The navy originally planned to get as close to the shore as possible and support the defenders on the shore with artillery fire.
Originally, the rear admiral was prepared to accept severe punishment from King Daelin as the price for having his defenses breached right under his nose, but what was the result?
The orcs attacking the beach were killed instantly! ?
What kind of nonsense is it that everyone died when the navy ship just untied the ropes and was preparing to go to sea?
But it doesn't matter. Even if all the orcs on the shore are killed, there are still those on the sea.
Looking at the orc reconnaissance ships that turned around and wanted to leave, the Kul Tiras Fourth Fleet tried its best to chase them.
Duke, who was hiding on the shore and watching the battle silently, was once worried that the orcs might be in such a miserable situation, with their entire army wiped out and not even a messenger left.
Finally, after seeing that two reconnaissance ships had escaped, Duke breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hmph! Little scoundrel, are you satisfied?" On the top floor of the bunker, Alleria, with a bow on her back and her hands on her hips, looked at Duke who was relieved.
"I'm satisfied, how about you?" Duke asked casually.
"Hehe! It doesn't even count as a warm-up. A ranger from our Windrunner family who doesn't have the arm strength to fire a hundred arrows in a row is not even qualified."
Duke was stunned. Are all the high elves monsters?
Drawing the bow and drawing the arrow looks easy.
If you want to shoot far, you must use a strong bow. A truly strong bow cannot be pulled open without a tensile force of over 100 kilograLady Although the arrows can fly farther due to the mountain terrain, the range of the Elf Ranger Team's bow and arrow sniping was mostly over 100 meters.
At this distance, if a professional human archer used a strong bow of this level, he would only be able to pull the bow 10 times at most before his arms became so sore and swollen that he could not bear it.
Alleria actually said one hundred arrows...
Looking at those arms and legs that are thinner than humans, it is hard to imagine that the muscles under the white skin have such endurance. But on Alleria's smooth arms, there is not even a single "mouse" muscle, but completely standard streamlined muscles.
Duke spread his hands: "Okay, I give in."
Seeing that there were no outsiders around, Alleria came up and put her arm around Duke's shoulder affectionately.
"Look, I heard from my sister last night that you gave her a special seat. My sister was in jail for three months because of you. You can't be so partial, right?"
When Duke heard this, he was also drunk.
It is also strange that two sisters would compete over something .
Alleria went to jail for him for three months, which was definitely a huge favor. Duke had been in Azeroth for a long time, and apart from this, he really didn't feel that he owed anyone a big favor. Alleria was unique.
Well, after resolving the grudge in her heart, Alleria didn't take it seriously. As a result, such a big favor was casually used by Alleria to ask for a return. And it was such an unbelievable return. Duke was really angry with Alleria and laughed and cried.
"Well, actually I built a very solid hill behind the former mayor's house in Southshore, and there is a bunker on top..."
"Yeah, I know that my little brother treats me well. Come, sister, give me a kiss."
Where to kiss? Of course, the forehead! Where else could it be?
But this time, there were no outsiders, so Duke could fully enjoy the deep gully between the two meat mountain demons...
Duke was shamefully shaken.
At the same time, there were orc scouts at the middle bunker guarded by Sylvanas. The position was slightly off from the pre-arranged one, and it was unknown whether it was due to the tide or the current. Sylvanas led the rangers to sprint for half a kilometer and finally caught up with the orcs when they landed and gave them a head-on blow.
It was also killed instantly, but unfortunately there were only two small boats landing here. Sylvanas was not satisfied with the killing at all.
It was not until late at night the next day that Orgrim received the report from the returning reconnaissance ship.
"What? Humans have deployed large numbers of artillery, crossbows, and archers along the entire coast?" Orgrim could hardly believe his ears.
Orgrim did not give up and carefully questioned every scout.
"Great Chief, it's true, I swear on the flag of our clan. We were shot by many arrows at a distance of less than a hundred men. Probably forty or fifty bundles." The orc scout's statement was the orc version, which means that the distance was about three hundred meters, and we were shot by five thousand arrows.
Where do humans get so many archers? !
If this is true, then the human kingdoms in the northern continent are obviously much stronger than those in the southern continent. In fact, the intelligence obtained shows that there are indeed six human kingdoms in the northern continent.
Orgrim felt terrible.
If the Horde gave up landing in the Hillsbrad Foothills, it would have to bypass the long sea route without any naval advantage, which would be suicidal.
But the Horde can't wait.
After the main force left Stormwind Kingdom, the Horde discovered that most parts of the southern continent did not have enough food to supply the army.
The dwarven kingdom of Azmodan is cold, and many plants in the wetlands are inedible. A large number of crocodiles and ferocious monsters have caused considerable trouble to the Horde.
The only hope is the richer northern continent.
Orgrim really hated Gul'dan's warlocks. Under his instigation, the Horde was like locusts, quickly consuming all the resources wherever they went.
All the trees were cut down and the grass was pulled out, some for their own use, some simply burned for fun. This is no joke, the orcs now simply cannot suppress the urge to destroy in their hearts. When there are no enemies, more orcs take pleasure in destroying the environment.
Without the pressure from human mages, perhaps Orgrim would really kill all those damn warlocks.
Now, Orgrim was helpless.
the Horde is like a wheel that starts rolling down a mountain. It either keeps rolling or it flips over and perishes halfway up the mountain. It simply cannot stop.
Orgrim bared his teeth and pressed his thick brown-red fingers on the rough cowhide map.
"Since humans have defenses all along the way, let's pick the best place to land."
The place where the finger was pressing was actually Southshore.