Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 167: Explosion

For two consecutive days, the eastern and northern walls of Stormwind City were filled with the sounds of killing. However, the people of Stormwind Kingdom would never have thought that such a horrific war of such intensity was merely a test by the Horde.

Yes! Just a test.

During the absence of Duke and Anduin, Bolvar was in charge of the defense. Although he knew that the Horde had only sent a thousand troops in various directions to test, Bolvar had to fight with all his strength.

The gap in individual combat power is too obvious.

There are moats, city walls, arrow towers, and towering hills equipped with catapults. Such a three-dimensional defense system simply eliminates the disadvantages of humans and orcs in individual combat.

The battle was still very difficult.

Because the 5-meter-high city wall is still too short for these tall and unreasonably athletic orcs.

Orgrim gave Blackhand a method that was both stupid and the most effective, which immediately left Bolvar helpless.

Fill the river when encountering a river, build a wall when encountering a slope.

The tribal laborers, who looked like dwarfs in the eyes of the tribal warriors but were burly and strong men in the eyes of the humans, carried a large amount of rocks, rushed up under the deadly rain of javelins, threw the rocks into the moat, and then turned around and walked away.

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

Duke Bolvar really couldn't imagine what a tragic situation it would be when humans lost their geographical advantage and were forced to fight these green-skinned monsters in the streets.

The biggest consolation, though, is that Duke is back.

His strength alone is no less than that of most of the Royal Mage Corps.

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

Duke shook his head: "No, it will be better for us if I don't do anything."

"Why?"

"Because our main opponent is the Warchief's deputy, Orgrim, not the chieftain himself."

Lothar recalled what Garona had said about the characteristics of the chieftains and celebrities of the Horde. He remembered that Garona had said that Orgrim's characteristic was that he was wiser than other orcs. 'He was a strong orc warrior with shamanic wisdom.'

Duke explained: "If I had relied on my help early on, Orgrim would have been able to identify the weaknesses in the defense more quickly. In fact, my final defensive position is not here. I still have to rely on you here."

Lothar was playing with an iron lump with a palm-length wooden handle in his hand. "Are you sure we can survive 10 days with this thing?"

Duke said with great certainty: "I am sure."

"Okay, I believe you."

Near the city walls of the mountains, the sound of tribal war drums could be heard everywhere.

Old Dem is a porter.

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

Lying on the battlement, old Deum was holding a helmet that was half dented when it was given to him, obviously taken from a dead man's head, and he was looking out trembling.

Next to him was his old neighbor, Cana, a baker. Cana kept asking in a low voice: "Are we there yet? Are we there yet?"

Old Deum looked at the countless huge green figures rushing towards the moat like a torrent, and his heart was scared: "Wait, they haven't arrived yet.

Looking at those green giants with terrifying faces and long fangs, old Deum's heart trembled.

At this time, the Kingdom soldier in charge of supervising them suddenly shouted: "Militia, prepare to throw that thing. Do not open the lid below before I give the order!"

Old Dem and Kana suddenly became nervous.

"Calm down! Wait until those damn greenskins attack us..."

Looking at the signal flag on the command tower behind the city wall, when the red flag fell, every soldier of the kingdom shouted in unison: "Now!"

Old Dem followed the steps he had been taught beforehand and hurriedly pulled open the lid under the wooden handle.

Suddenly, the wooden handle made a "chi chi chi" sound of fireworks igniting. Most people were illiterate and had no idea that it was called a fuse.

"Throw it out with all your strength!"

The commander's shouting caused many people to lose their grip and throw these strange wooden sticks with iron bumps directly into the moat below.

Many fools accidentally dropped the thing onto the battlements, but the soldiers in charge of supervision were quick-witted and swung the thing to the other side of the moat.

A few seconds later, when those horrible greenskins ran to the moat carrying huge stones.

"Bang bang bang--boom--" a series of continuous explosions left both humans and orcs dumbfounded.

This day, this moment is worth remembering.

Because for the first time in the history of Azeroth, gunpowder weapons appeared. Although it was a product of the unreliable goblins, the Iron Grenade, a powerful weapon, will be recorded in history forever.

No matter how they tried to dodge or resist, the orcs' struggles seemed meaningless in the face of such a weapon that was beyond their time. The orcs behind them could only watch their compatriots being annihilated.

"Boom!"

The continuous explosions were accompanied by flying iron fragments from the explosion of high explosives, which caused terrible secondary casualties to the laborers who were only wearing thin clothes or even naked. Even nearly ten meters outside the explosion range, there were laborers who had their throats cut by flying shrapnel and died.

The first batch of iron grenades not only killed all the orc laborers on the river bank in an instant, but also some grenades that fell into the water and exploded also blew up huge columns of water.

Faced with such a terrifying and inexplicably terrifying roar, the orc laborers began to waver. They abandoned their duties, forgetting the existence of the supervisory team not far behind them, and turned and ran, throwing away the stones that should have been thrown into the moat.

However, most of them didn't run far before they were chopped to death like melons and vegetables by the orc supervisory team that swept in.

"What is that!?" Orgrim screamed.

"Let the second wave come in!" Chieftain Blackhand ignored it.

The second batch of laborers screamed and cried as they were forced to move forward by the orc soldiers armed with machetes and axes. However, the green array collapsed again after another batch of strange wooden lumps suddenly dropped from the city wall exploded.

The laborers collapsed earlier than their dead compatriots, and almost at the moment of the explosion, the last group of them began to run back. In order to escape the death brought to them by the supervision team, they even waved the boulders in their hands in an attempt to resist.

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

"What the hell is that!?" Orgrim roared.