For two consecutive days, the city walls on the east and north of Storm City were all sounded like killing. However, the people of Storm Kingdom would never have thought that such a terrifying war was just a test of the tribe.

Yes! It's just a test.

During the absence of Duke and Anduin, the person in charge of the defense was Berval. Although he knew that the tribe had only sent a thousand-man team to test in every direction, Berval had to go all out to fight.

The gap in individual combat power is too obvious.

There are moats, urns, walls, arrow towers, and towering mountain bags with catapults. Such a three-dimensional defense system only erases the disadvantages of humans and orcs in individual combat.

The battle is still very difficult.

Because the 5-meter-high city wall is still too short for these tall orcs who are unreasonable in their stature and athletic ability.

Orgrim gave the black man a stupid method and the most effective method, which immediately left Bewal helpless.

When you encounter a river, you fill a river, and when you encounter a wall and a slope.

The tribal warriors looked like dwarfs, but the humans saw a burly and strong man. The tribal laborers carried a large number of rocks, rushed up in the deadly rain of javelins, threw the stones into the moat, and then turned around and left. This was repeated.

In just one day, nearly one-third of the moat dug out was filled.

Duke Bewal really unimaginable what a tragic situation would be when humans were forced to fight with these green-skinned monsters without the geographical advantage.

However, the biggest comfort is that Duke is back.

His strength alone is no less than half of the Wang Family Mage Group.

"You really don't take action?" Lothar asked Duke on an arrow tower.

Duke shook his head: "No, I won't take action, it will be more beneficial to us."

"Why?"

"Because our main opponent is Orgrim, the chief's deputy, and not the chief himself."

Lothar recalled that Garona had talked about the characteristics of the chiefs and famous figures of the tribe, and remember that Garona said that Orgrim's characteristic is that he is wiser than other orcs, "That is a powerful orc warrior with shamanic wisdom."

Duke explained: "If I had to rescue the field early in the morning, Orgrim would have determined the weaknesses on the defense line faster. In fact, my final defense position was not here, and I would always rely on you here."

Losa played with an iron lump with a wooden handle with a slap length in his hand: "Are you sure we can last for 10 days with this thing?"

Duke said with great confidence: "I'm sure."

"Okay, I believe you."

Near the city walls, there are the rumbling sounds of tribal war drums everywhere.

Old Dem is a porter.

Apart from his strength, he was almost useless. He was over fifty years old and became a militia simply because he signed up for a boat ticket to leave his daughter and grandson early.

Lying on the battlement, Old Dem looked out trembling while holding the head of the head, which was already half sunken when it was held down. It was obviously a helmet taken off the dead man's head.

Beside him was his old neighbor, Kana, a baker. Kana kept asking in a low voice: "Have you arrived? Have you arrived?"

Old Dem felt a thrill in his heart as he watched countless huge green figures rushing towards the moat like a torrent of huge green figures, “Wait, it’s not here yet.

Looking at the green giants with terrifying faces and long fangs, Old Dem's heart trembled.

At this time, the kingdom soldiers who were responsible for supervising them suddenly shouted loudly: "Military regiment, be ready to throw that thing. Before I give the order, it is forbidden to untie the lid below!"

Old Dem and Cana suddenly felt nervous.

"Calm down! Wait for those damn green skins to attack..."

Looking at the signal flag on the command tower behind the city wall, when the red flag fell, each kingdom soldier shouted in unison: "It's now!"

Old Dem followed the steps he taught in advance and hurriedly pulled open the lid under the wooden handle.

Suddenly, the wooden handle emitted a "swish" fireworks ignited. Most people were illiterate and didn't know what it was called a lead.

"Take it out with force!"

The commander's violent shouting made many people miss the action and threw these strange wooden sticks with goosebumps into the moat below.

Many idiots even accidentally dropped this thing on the battlements. The soldiers in charge of supervising were quick-witted and swung the thing around and threw it on the other side of the moat.

A few seconds later, when the terrifying greens ran to the moat with big stones.

"Bang bang bang bang bang" a continuous explosion made both the human and the orcs stunned.

This day is memorable.

Because in the history of Azeroth, hot weapons appeared for the first time. Although they are very unreliable products of goblins, the killing weapon of [Iron Grenade] will be recorded in history forever.

What dodge and what resistance? In the face of such hot weapons that surpass the times, the struggle of orcs and hardworkers seems meaningless. The orcs and hardworkers behind can only watch their compatriots be hit by a catastrophic blow.

"Boom!"

The continuous explosion was accompanied by iron sheets that were flying in vain due to the explosion of fierce explosives. They caused terrible secondary damage to hard workers who were wearing only a thin coat or even naked on their upper body. Even nearly ten meters outside the explosion range, some hard workers were cut off their throats by the blown shrapnel.

The first batch of iron grenades not only instantly harvested all the lives of orc laborers on the river bank, but also some grenades that fell into the water and exploded into the sky.

In the face of such a terrifying and puzzling terrifying momentum, the orc labor began to shake. They gave up their duties and forgot that there was a supervising team not far behind them. They threw down the stones that should have smashed into the moat, turned around and ran away.

However, most of them did not go far, and they were all cut to death by the orc supervision team that swept over, like chopping melons and vegetables.

"What's that!" Orgrim screamed.

"Let the second wave come on!" The chieftain's black hand ignored it.

The second group of hard workers screamed and cried, and was forced to go up by beast soldiers holding machetes and axes. However, the green array suddenly dropped another batch of strange wood lumps that suddenly fell on the city wall exploded and collapsed again.

The hardworkers collapsed earlier than their previous dead compatriots. Almost the moment the explosion sounded, the last group of their people began to run back. In order to escape the death brought to them by the supervision team, they even waved the huge rocks in their hands to try to resist.

Of course, they were cut down in a pool of blood without exception.

"What the hell is that?" Orgrim roared. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!