章 249: Chapter 249: Target! Southshore
Every vulnerable spot of each orc was pierced with two or three elven arrows.
The most wretched orc had four arrows in his throat, and each of his eyes was skewered with three arrows, leaving practically no space for any more.
A chilling and unparalleled dying wail suddenly erupted on the beach, so dense that it made one question if it was just a single massive sound.
Seconds later, the beach returned to the usual sounds of wind and waves, with no trace of human voices.
Only the green shadows on the sand under the setting sun's last rays and the large swathes of color-changing seawater under the dim light, along with the scouting ships in the background, indicated that the orcs who had stormed the beach were wiped out in a single encounter.
Silence!
Dead silence!
Not only were the orcs terrified, but the Kul Tiran navy stationed on the island was also dumbfounded. The navy, which was supposed to provide artillery support to the shore forces, now had no reason to do so.
The naval lieutenant Marshal, who had been prepared to accept Lord Daelin's punishment for the defense line being breached under his watch, now found himself shocked.
The orcs who attacked the beach were obliterated in an instant!?
They were all dead just as the naval ships were about to set sail after untying their ropes. What kind of sorcery was this?
Regardless, the orcs on the shore were dead, but there were still those at sea.
The Fourth Fleet of Kul Tiras pursued the orc scouting ships that turned to flee with all their might.
Duke, who had been watching the battle from the shore, was worried that the orcs would be so devastated that not even a messenger would survive.
Finally, upon seeing two scouting ships escape, Duke let out a long sigh of relief.
"Hmph! Little troublemaker, you're satisfied now, aren't you?" At the top of the bunker, Alleria stood with her bow, hands on her hips, watching Duke relax.
"I am satisfied, what about you?" Duke asked casually.
"Hmph! That didn't even count as a warm-up. For us Windrunner rangers, not having the strength to shoot a hundred arrows consecutively doesn't count as passing."
Duke's eyes widened. Were all high elves monsters?
Drawing a bow and shooting an arrow seemed easy.
However, to shoot far, one needed a strong bow. A truly strong bow required a draw weight of over a hundred pounds. Although the elevation of the terrain allowed the arrows to fly further, the majority of the elven rangers' sniping distance was more than a hundred meters.
At this distance, human professional archers using bows of this caliber could only manage ten draws before their arms would be too sore and swollen to continue.
But Alleria claimed she could shoot a hundred arrows...
Looking at those slender arms and legs, it was hard to imagine that the smooth muscles beneath the fair skin possessed such incredible stamina. Oddly enough, Alleria's smooth arms didn't even have a single 'mouse' muscle; they were entirely streamlined.
Duke spread his hands, "Alright, I admit defeat."
With no outsiders around, Alleria approached Duke and affectionately draped her arm over his shoulder.
"Hey, my sister told me last night that you gave her a special seat. I went to jail for you for three months, you can't be playing favorites, can you?"
Upon hearing this, Duke felt exasperated.
It was bizarre for the two sisters to compete over something like this.
Alleria's three-month imprisonment was indeed a huge favor.
Duke had been in Azeroth for quite a while and didn't feel he owed anyone else such a huge favor. Alleria's favor was truly unique.
After resolving the grudge in her heart, Alleria didn't take it seriously anymore. As a result, she casually asked for such an unimpressive reward. Duke was both amused and annoyed by Alleria.
Yes, he laughed and cried at the same time!
"Well, actually, I built a sturdy little hill behind the former mayor's house in Southshore Town, and there's a bunker on top of it..."
"Mhm, I knew my little brother would be good to me. Come on, let me give you a kiss."
Where would she kiss him? Of course, on the forehead! Where else could it be?
However, this time, without any outsiders around, Duke was able to fully appreciate the deep ravines between the twin peaks...
Duke shamefully wavered in his thoughts.
Meanwhile, at the central bunker guarded by Sylvanas, an orc probing party had arrived. The location was slightly off from the original plan, possibly due to tides or currents. Sylvanas and her ranger squad ran half a kilometer to intercept the orcs as they landed.
It was another instant kill, but unfortunately, there were only two small boats landing here. The Banshee Queen was far from satisfied with the slaughter.
The following night, Orgrim finally received the report from the returning scout ships.
"What? The humans have set up a large number of cannons, crossbowmen, and archers along the entire coastline?" Orgrim could hardly believe his ears.
Determined to get to the bottom of this, Orgrim carefully questioned each scout.
"Great Chieftain, it's true, I swear on the banner of my clan. Within a hundred orc lengths, we were attacked by countless arrows. Probably four or five bundles." The orc scout's statement translated to around 300 meters, under the attack of 5,000 arrows.
Where did the humans find so many archers?!
If this was true, then the human kingdoms on the northern continent were clearly much more formidable than those on the southern continent. In fact, the information they had obtained indicated that there were indeed six human kingdoms on the northern continent.
Orgrim felt like he was in deep trouble.
If they abandoned the idea of landing in Hillsbrad Foothills, the Horde would have to go around the long sea route without any naval advantage, which was basically suicide.
The Horde couldn't wait any longer.
After leaving Stormwind, the Horde discovered that most of the southern continent did not have enough food to supply their vast army.
The dwarven territory of Loch Modan was cold and damp, with many inedible plants. Large numbers of crocodiles and fierce monsters caused no small amount of trouble for the Horde.
Only the more fertile northern continent held hope.
Orgrim truly despised Gul'dan and his warlocks. Under their instigation, the Horde had become like locusts, quickly consuming resources wherever they went.
All trees were cut down, grasses uprooted, either for their own use or simply burned for fun. This was no joke; the orcs could not control their destructive impulses. In the absence of enemies, more orcs found pleasure in destroying the environment.
Without the pressure from human mages, Orgrim might have truly slaughtered all the damn warlocks.
Now, Orgrim was left with no choice.
The Horde was like a wheel rolling down a hill; either they kept rolling or they would crash and be destroyed halfway down. They simply couldn't stop.
Orgrim gritted his teeth, and his thick, brownish-red finger pressed down on the rough cowhide map.
"Since the humans have defenses everywhere, let's choose the best place to land."
The place his finger landed was none other than Southshore.
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