Capítulo 184: Chapter 184: Street Battle
Warriors, filled with boundless valor, roared like thunder in deep voices, "Your Majesty! We shall go ahead!"
"Very well!" Llane raised his sword, its cold glint shimmering in the flickering firelight, illuminating his once youthful, but now aged face.
Standing beside Llane was Duke, who was, at this moment, deeply moved by the tragic atmosphere. Unbeknownst to him, tears had already silently rolled down his cheeks.
An hour later, the thunderous sound of the Horde's war drums echoed as if on cue.
The rough roars of the Horde's warriors could be heard once more from the mountains to the east and north.
Dozens of goblin-engineered flares shot into the sky, dispelling the darkness and revealing the Horde's forces in all their clarity.
Not only were the more accessible mountain paths packed with muscular Blackrock Clan warriors, but numerous sturdy ropes also hung from the steep cliffs, with burly orcs descending from them.
It was a true green tidal wave.
The sound of ballistae resonated from the direction of the city walls. But the orcs, undeterred by the rapid-fire bolts and falling rocks, surged towards the walls in a frenzy.
One orc's helmet, along with his head, was crushed to pieces by a hurled stone. His massive body fell and quickly became a stepping stone for the next orc, who continued up the slope of rubble towards the city walls.
An orc with a spear through his chest still hurled his battle-axe at a human warrior on the city walls, despite the rapid weakening as his life drained away.
Bloody battles erupted all along the eastern and northern city walls.
The decisive battle had begun!
The orcs were besieging Stormwind, a battered golden lion. But even weakened and outmatched, the lion still bared its sharp claws and fangs to deliver the fiercest retribution to the invaders!
Not far away, Orgrim Doomhammer stood with his famous weapon, the Doomhammer, gazing at the humans' brave and desperate countercharges against the orcs scaling the walls.
Then, once again, they were swallowed by the green tidal wave.
Orgrim squinted his eyes, sensing an ominous omen. He had heard that humans had seven kingdoms, and those diminutive dwarves had one as well, not to mention the slender elves. If every kingdom resisted as fiercely as Stormwind, how many of the Horde's warriors would survive to return after battle after battle before conquering this world?
"Ha! Weak humans are nothing more than prey with a bit of cunning; they are no match for the warriors of the Horde!" Not far from Orgrim, Warchief Blackhand pointed at sections of the city walls now in Horde hands, laughing uproariously.
Orgrim felt that something was off.
Compared to the elite human forces he had fought days earlier, these humans, despite their nearly insane morale, were clearly wounded soldiers before charging into battle.
Orgrim even climbed an arrow tower, only to discover that many of the fallen human soldiers had broken legs.
Jumping down from the tower, Orgrim found Blackhand, "Warchief, something seems off; the human elites aren't here."
Blackhand raised his hardened black hand, pointing at the surroundings, where the sounds of roaring and howling, as well as clanging and clattering of weapons in combat, continued.
"Clearly, these weak humans are still trying to resist."
Orgrim had to admit, despite not wanting to, that the fierce sounds of combat couldn't deceive anyone.
At this moment, a scout rushed back with a report, "Warchief, the human defenders are retreating towards the western harbor! But each city block has walls and moats, and their resistance is fierce."
"Ha ha ha! Foolish humans!" Blackhand laughed heartily.
Following the flames, Orgrim saw that the humans had turned nearly every large building in the city into a stronghold, constructing barricades and digging trenches at every street corner, setting up small defensive positions.
Watching the fierce resistance, it seemed that they were prepared to engage the Horde in urban warfare.
"Urban warfare?" At this point, even Orgrim couldn't help but chuckle.
Back in the day, the Draenei had the shining Light to help them and excellent weapons, but they still couldn't hold Shattrath City. In urban warfare, where individual strength was crucial, Orgrim didn't believe any race could defeat the Horde's warriors.
Blackhand laughed uncontrollably, "If the humans had more outer walls in their city, and they concentrated all their forces to defend those walls, the Horde might have had to pay a higher price. But these weak humans must be foolish, thinking they can fight us in urban warfare, ha ha ha ha!"
This time, not just Orgrim, but all the chieftains around Blackhand joined in the laughter.
"Ha ha ha! No warrior can match the strength of the Horde! In urban warfare, those javelins and crossbows won't work well. The humans are doomed!"
Blackhand waved his massive hand, "Attack through the night, do not let a single human escape. As for the spoils of war, take what you please, but leave the enemy chieftain's head for me!"
"Yes!" The chieftains of the smaller clans rejoiced, each heeding the order and returning to their own forces to command the troops.
"Orgrim! Lead your people and quickly advance to the harbor. I don't want a single human to escape."
"Understood!"
After days of siege warfare, it was not true that the orcs weren't tired.
But the elation of breaking through the enemy's capital invigorated every orc. With no more discipline or coordination, the orcs still near Stormwind City swarmed out.
They surged through every street and alley of Stormwind City, killing on sight and plundering anything new and interesting. They had little interest in the gleaming gold and silverware, but the well-crafted human weapons, particularly sharp battle axes, caused them to fight among themselves for these rare spoils of war.
For this was the moment of victory, the grace of the Warchief.
The orcs' raucous roars and the long line of torches filled every road and street in Stormwind City. The wanton footsteps gradually replaced the sounds of fierce combat.
No orc cared where the humans had gone. Perhaps they were hiding in those large buildings called churches, shivering in fear. On each green, hideous face, there was nothing but ferocity and the long-suppressed violence and ecstasy.
Victory!
Although the humans had caused them much trouble, victory was still victory!
Suddenly, several massive pillars of light converged on a huge building near the west side of the city, illuminating the enormous golden lion flag atop the building, making it brilliantly radiant.
At the same time, the orcs heard a strange sound. (To be continued.)
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