章 186: Chapter 186: Mak'Gora 2
What was once the peaceful and tranquil city of Stormwind has now become a living hell.
Antlers are scattered everywhere, trenches can be seen everywhere, and almost every sturdy building in the city has been transformed into a fortress made of sandbags, rubble, and wood, serving as a target for the soldiers of the suicide squad to strike back against the invaders.
Spear throwers hid behind the windows of the third floor and kept shooting at the attacking orcs. As the orc troops advanced along the main road, there were constantly orcs shot and killed by the spear throwers, but the orc soldiers did not care at all and just kept attacking and striking.
Whether it was the human street fortresses or the fortified mansions, all the orc tribes were eager to launch one wave of attack after another, and the green tide engulfed one stronghold after another.
First it was the Draenei capital city of Shattrath, then the human Stormwind City, which city would be next?
The orc soldiers did not think too much about it. The sense of pride and honor they felt from conquering the enemy's capital city had long since driven them mad.
Most of Stormwind City has been engulfed in war, but the human fortifications were layered upon layer, like a woman's veil. Every time they tore down a stronghold, the next one would come into view. They didn't even have time to raise their tribe's flag before a rain of spears would be thrown at a human fortification that was responsible for cover.
This kind of mutual cover, like endless fortifications, made the orc commanders who were attacking feel a headache.
The bloodshed of the Horde was unknowingly expanding.
Just as every region was fighting fiercely, a huge and silent army arrived straight at the Church district of Stormwind City.
Here, backed by the huge and magnificent Cathedral of Stormwind City, nearly a thousand royal guards of the Wrynn family stood with their swords drawn, waiting in strict formation.
On the other side, the large and burly orcish warchief Blackhand and Orgrim were surrounded by the elite orcish guards and had come forward.
These elite orc guards wore black thick leather armor that covered almost their entire body, wore fierce shoulder armor with sharp bone spurs that towered into the sky, and wore full iron bullhorn helmets carefully crafted by the best orcish laborers. They held huge battle axes collected from the hands of humans in one hand.
These huge battle axes that require humans to dual-wield to wield properly were just a single-handed axe for these elite orc guards.
Llane's eyes narrowed.
The green crowd parted like a tide, and the giant-like warchief Blackhand, who was probably more than three and a half meters tall, walked forward with the [Doomhammer] in his hand.
Every time the warchief took a step on the green bricks on the ground of the Church district, the bricks under his feet would groan under the weight.
Blackhand stood thirty meters away from the steps and swept his monstrous eyes, even bigger than the eyes of a bull, over the humans.
"I am the Warchief of the Horde, Blackhand. Are you the Warchief of the Stormwind human clan?" Blackhand's booming voice shook the eardrums of everyone on the human side.
Blackhand naturally spoke in Orcish, and Llane, Lothar, and the others all looked to Duke, the translator.
"This guy is the Warchief Blackhand of the Orcs, and he's asking for your identity, Your Majesty," Duke replied in a calm and measured tone.
"Tell him," Llane said.
Duke bowed lightly and then turned to Blackhand, holding his left hand up in a gesture of introduction and said in Orcish, "Blackhand, before you stands the noble King of the Kingdom of Stormwind, his royal highness Llane Wrynn, the distant relative of Emperor Soladin, the last emperor of the Arathorian Empire, and the current leader of the Alliance of Seven Human Kingdoms."
Hmm, Duke intentionally deviated from the script.
No one on the Horde side spoke the human language, and no one on the Stormwind side truly understood Orcish. But it was still Duke's job to translate. Anyway, listening to Duke's tone, his introduction was no different from that of a ceremonial official, and no one noticed that Duke was starting to do something bad.
Duke then pointed to Lothar and said, "And this is Sir Anduin Lothar, the direct descendant of Emperor Soladin, and the most powerful human warrior."
Upon hearing Duke's introduction, Lothar stood at attention, drew his sword, performed a sword dance, and then held his long sword upright against his chest.
Blackhand, being a simple-minded guy, blinked, pointed at Llane, and thundered in his deep voice, "You mean to say that Llane is not only the chieftain of this clan, but also the great chieftain of seven clans?"
Duke quickly repeated Blackhand's words.
"Reply to him in a more authoritative tone," Llane said softly.
Duke used a chicken feather as an arrow and said, "Blackhand! His Majesty pities your low cognitive ability... well, anyway, you guys with simple minds can't distinguish between clans and kingdoms. It's up to you. If you think Llane Wrynn is a great chieftain, then he is."
Blackhand didn't understand what "low cognitive ability" meant, but he felt like it was an insult, and he was angry.
"Roar!" A terrifying roar that could hold at least twenty thousand milliliters of lung capacity, like the roar of a fierce bear, resounded through the air.
At the same time, Orgrim Doomhammer's warhammer hit the ground, making a huge noise again that tore through the eardrums of everyone on the human side. Orgrim cursed, "Insolent! You, the king of this little kingdom that is about to be destroyed, are not qualified to insult our great chieftain."
"Hmph! Destroyed? You don't know how vast the territory of the World of Azeroth is, you shallow-minded creature... Hmph! Stormwind City is just a southern kingdom of the human alliance. Even if you take Stormwind City, you will only have destroyed a clan of the Horde." Duke countered without hesitation.
The bloodshed of the Horde was unknowingly expanding.
As the battles in various areas became more and more intense, a huge and quiet group suddenly arrived at the Cathedral District of Stormwind City.
Here, near the huge and magnificent Stormwind Cathedral, nearly a thousand royal guards of the Kingdom of Stormwind stood guard with their swords.
On the other side, the average height of the large and burly orcish warchief Blackhand was almost three meters, and he was surrounded by elite orcish guards.
These elite orcish guards wore black, thick leather armor that covered almost their entire body, with grim shoulder armor that towered to the sky and had sharp bone spurs, and wore full iron bullhorn helmets that were carefully crafted by the best orcish laborers, holding huge battle axes that were confiscated from the humans in one hand.
For a moment, both sides were on the brink of battle.
Blackhand's giant, rock-like black arm blocked Orgrim's path.
"Forget it. Humans! I acknowledge that your king has barely qualified to challenge me, but orcs only accept the bravest warriors from other races to challenge us..." Blackhand's words trailed off, and he didn't even need to wink at his burly bodyguard, who lifted his axe and suddenly took three steps forward.
Orgrim shouted, "If that Anduin guy is truly the first warrior of humans, let him prove himself!"
Duke turned his head, "Oh, Anduin. Blackhand only accepts the most skilled warriors among humans. You must first take down that guy."
Lothar tilted his head, "Is that all?"
Duke retorted, "Does Blackhand look down on us so much that he needs to translate each word when he says Stormwind Kingdom is just a small kingdom?"
Llane laughed, "Anduin, don't be so sensitive. Our chief court *mage knows what's going on."
"Alright, if I take down this guy, then I'll fight their Warchief, right?"
"Correct!"
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