Chapter 120 Dead Soldiers in Front, Sharp Soldiers in the Back

Red blood, red fire, in the flames of war brought by the orcs, this great city is probably no different from hell.

"Krago!"

A spellbreaker threw a spell-breaker that shattered the head of a charging orc, calling for his comrades.

"I'm here." Krago replied angrily. The hammer in his hand was stained with the crimson blood of the orcs.

"These orcs are crazy," he muttered, then pointed his finger at an approaching boulder behind him and shouted, "Get out of the way!"

boom! ! !

The stones on the city wall began to crack. Highmaul's magical defenses had already been crumbling under the constant attacks of the orcs. The mages sent by the King of Sorcery were doing their best to repair the magical defenses. The head of state promised them that as long as they hold on, Keep these orcs from rushing into the city for at most one day, and the magic shield will be raised to give them a rest.

Krago spat and wiped the dust from his face. He looked at his armor. Although it was scarred, it was still strong. It's more than enough to deal with these orcs.

At this moment, he saw a huge monster not far from his position. The wind elemental creature made the defenders on the city wall miserable.

Krago had an idea in his mind, and he called to his companions, "I want to go over there and take a look. This huge element can only be killed by us!"

The once luxurious and peaceful Highmaul Castle was now filled with smoke.

Burning flames, broken city walls, boulders and arrows continued to be thrown by the orcs, but none of them could compare to the destruction caused by the wind elemental creature.

Summon lightning.

Another bolt of lightning came from its hand, just when he was about to sweep across the defenders on the city wall just like before.

"Magic Dispersion: Frost."

There were no long spells or unnecessary gestures. As Krago gave an order, the ogre beside him clearly felt that the mana in the air was changing.

At this moment, the magic around Krago turned into ice balls that appeared from his side, spreading in all directions like another spell frost nova.

But unlike Frost Nova, these ice balls came back together after leaving his side.

At the same time, the wind elemental creature that was opening Wushuang felt a panic in its heart.

He felt a powerful force coming towards him.

He looked towards the target and saw that after gathering together, a huge ice ball was hitting it with severe coldness.

"Help me and get rid of him together." After Krago said that, several ogre magicians chanted spells, and all the colorful magics were directed at the wind elemental creatures affected by the ice.

But just as Krago was about to rush over, the order came: "All the Wind Slayers and Flame Slayers must assemble and move towards the enemy's shaman position."

Krago asked eagerly: "What about this wind elemental creature?"

"The arcanists will take action." The messenger left a word and rushed to the front to gather. He was also a spellbreaker.

On the high wall of Highmaul, ogres jumped from the elevators to the outside of the city. This height would not cause them to fall to death or lose their combat effectiveness. The physical fitness of the characters in this universe is always very good.

Red-skinned spellbreakers swarmed in, and many shamans noticed that these spellbreakers were targeting them.

"Your Majesty, the enemy's spellbreakers are coming fiercely, we..."

"I saw it." Nergo squinted his eyes and looked at the running ogres.

"All the shock cavalry gather with me." Nergo sat on the wolf's back and sneered: "I have always been the one to charge others to defend. How can I let them show off their power in front of me today?"

Wolf Cavalry, move out!

"Get on the mount and pick up the spear!" Under the urging of the commander, each of the orc cavalry had stern faces. They looked at the ogres who began to form a square formation, holding the spear tightly in their hands.

As soon as the war drums sound, these cavalry will pierce them.

At the beginning of the siege of Highmaul, Nelgo's army consisted of raiders, ordinary warriors, legionnaires with swords and shields, shock cavalry, shamans, and a few hunters.

At this time, the sun was shining brightly. Although there were strong winds blowing, the sun's rays were still hot and scorching like fire. The murderous intent of the descendants of the giant Grond had already made both sides know that the other party wanted to compete openly and openly.

In front of the clenched swords and guns, all obscene words and war shouts have no effect. The manic warriors only feel that everything from their hearts to their whole bodies is so restless.

Facing the ogre's charge, Nelgo issued an order, asking Tazzag to direct the marauders to spread out and harass the enemy's flanks like a hunt, while notifying Sylvanas' hunters to shoot arrows at the enemy formation.

Bows, arrows, javelins, and hatchets. In front of these heavily armed and tall ogres, they seemed to have the ability to hit the target with perfect accuracy. They gave the ogres the first wave of attacks and opened up the world. The opening of the battle.

In an instant, hundreds of projectiles streaked across the sky under the power of the orcs.

"Raise your shield!"

In the ogre army formation, shields spray-painted with ogre emblems stood in front of them.

Let these projectiles either impale shields or be blocked by sophisticated weapons and armor.

In short, their losses were not big.

"Where are the saber-tooth tigers?" Nergo ordered those brothers in name, the actual cannon fodder, to attack.

The tribe of Split Gut was very brave. With Nergo's promise, they had sharpened their claws and were ready to charge at any time.

"Yes, my king." The messenger seemed a little hesitant, "But why should we give them the honor of the first charge?"

The orcs only value allies of equal strength. The conquered with humble strength will not be regarded as allies by the orcs.

Just like the mammoths in Northrend, their status in the tribe is not as good as that of the yaks who only have one village.

At least the yaks have not fallen to the point where the women and children of the tribe are left to the care of the orcs.

"Honor?" Nergo whispered, "Do they think so too?"

That would be great.

The messenger left in confusion. He didn't understand what Nergo meant, and he didn't need to understand.

Accompanied by thunderous shouts and tiger roars, Split Gut and his soldiers, who were enhanced by the shaman's bloodthirst technique, charged forward. He had already received Nergo's promise that the first to charge forward would have the right to distribute the most spoils.

Seeing this situation, the ogre army shot out spells. There were no large-scale powerful spells, only small spells such as fireball.

That's it?

Nergo was a little disappointed. The dead soldiers were in front and the sharp soldiers were in the back. This tactic that Dai Qing and Osman had tried seemed a bit wasteful to use in this place.

The war cry of the Saber-toothed Tigers had not yet dissipated, and the elite orcs with weapons covered with kerosene moved forward again, fighting hand-to-hand with the ogre lawbreakers.

Several ogres who broke through the Saber-toothed Tigers' charge immediately encountered these elite soldiers, and saw them draw their short swords and rush forward to fight them in hand-to-hand combat.

In the roars, it seemed that the world had only a battlefield left, a battlefield soaked in crimson blood and burned by fire.

The orc soldiers were elite, and the ogre lawbreakers were not bad either. They were not cannon fodder that could be used to fill the line with a spear.

They withstood the first wave of the orcs' attack with their superb fighting skills and long-established discipline.

"Is this the Spellbreaker?" Nergo in the back sighed. These ogres were different from what he had seen before. "They are just like movable steel."

No wonder they dominated the land before the rise of the orcs. They were simply the best beasts in Draenor.

Although he sighed, Nergo would not give them a chance to breathe. They were Spellbreakers who could withstand the attacks of the orc shamans, but the shamans were not useless. They released the wind shears one by one, not giving the Spellbreakers a chance to continue casting spells.

"Charge cavalry, prepare!"

At this time, Nergo no longer needed to say anything to inspire people. Many orcs could no longer suppress their inner mania and their eyes began to turn red.