Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 380: Layered

In fact, before making up his mind to attack the Alliance camp north of Lordaeron, Orgrim considered an option, which was to ignore the camp and go around from a place further north.

Later the chief gave up.

First of all, the alliance camp is too large, it is ten kilometers wide.

Secondly, there was a swamp that stretched for at least 20 kilometers to the north for some reason. Orgrim certainly didn't know that his scouts had encountered a swamp spell created by an elven mage, and the swamp behind was all made up of illusions. After losing Gul'dan's magical support, the Horde became blind in this regard.

Orgrim had no choice but to either break through the Alliance camp or take a detour of sixty or seventy kilometers to meet up with Grom's Warsong Clan.

Obviously, with powerful enemies surrounding them, taking such a long detour was a very dangerous choice. It was a one-way trip, and it was not uncommon for thousands of troops to rush out from the alliance camp midway.

Orgrim chose to storm the camp.

The Horde attacked the Alliance in a calculated cone formation.

In the middle are the ogres and the elite of the Blackrock Clan, and on the two wings are the trolls.

After paying a heavy price in sacrifice, the Horde's offensive was like a sledgehammer tearing down a house, violently crushing the Alliance's defenses.

The Alliance's elven rangers also fought back with all their might, but even with the help of a large number of "Three Thousand Kills" mines, they were unable to stop the advance of the tribal army.

The dazzling light of the explosion illuminated the eyes of more orcs. Those unfortunate vanguards seemed to be surrounded by all kinds of colorful flashes that disrupted their optic nerves, and then were gorgeously dismembered by all kinds of magic. The result, of course, was defeat.

Many orcs who were still alive let out tragic wails on the battlefield.

But the orcs could also hear the sound of wood cracking as the huge hammer smashed the wooden wall. The two-man-high wooden wall was turned into countless pieces of wood chips and flew everywhere under the fierce attack of the violent demolition workers such as the orcs.

"Lok-tar!" The deafening roar echoed throughout the battlefield.

When the first outer wall of the camp collapsed, a deafening roar came from the Horde.

Victory is in sight!

According to the orcs' understanding of humans, the walls of the camp would not be too many. Generally, there were only three walls, which would definitely allow them to kill their way to the core area.

The orcs sacrificed five thousand elite soldiers before they reached the second wall.

There was another round of violent demolition, and the second wooden wall fell down.

This time, the orcs waited for the magical attack that they both longed to see and did not want to see.

On a wooden tower a hundred meters away, the high elf magician's robe fluttering in the wind was clearly visible.

When the magic circle suspended in the air glowed, huge beams of magic power bounced off droplets of light and heat, forming disordered streams of flames that swept across the entire orc battle line.

At the same time, more than a thousand sharp arrows stirred up a violent storm and poured towards the orcs at the same time.

Next to the second wall, a gate to hell seemed to have formed. Any orc who dared to step into this area would be sucked into the kingdom of death.

Red, orange, bright yellow, emerald green... the exploding magical lights stimulated the orcs' eyes. The deafening sound was enough to drive any recruit crazy on the battlefield.

Mobilizing hundreds of archmages to bombard an area is undoubtedly a luxury.

It must also be said that this tactic of concentrating firepower on a local area has never failed throughout history, and this time is no exception. The continuously generated vortex of magical turbulence caused heavy casualties on the Horde side, and also created an equal amount of terror and embarrassing atmosphere.

This is like pouring a bucket of cold water on the enemy's head when they are celebrating their victory, extinguishing their arrogance.

Orgrim grabbed his deputy, Sabek, by the breastplate. freёwebnoѵel.com

"The main camp of the alliance is behind us. Let the troops spread out! Attack in a scattered manner. Don't forcefully attack the enemy's strongest point."

The tribal soldiers seemed to retreat for a moment, but suddenly gave up retreating under the scolding of the middle-level commander behind them and moved horizontally to both sides.

However, this was exactly what the Elf Ranger wanted.

It turned out that the orcs were charging and attacking fiercely, and the ranger might not have been able to properly replenish his arrows or catch his breath.

Fighting in a minefield sounds like dancing on the edge of a knife, but in reality, it is not as easy as imagined.

That's right, the elves won't explode if they step on it.

The problem is, if an elven ranger doesn't notice an orc approaching, and the orc steps on the explosion of Three Thousand Deaths not far from the ranger, magic has no eyes, and it will still affect the ranger. The troll will also throw spears when it comes up.

Archery requires concentration.

Seeing the big picture requires distraction.

This is not an easy thing to do.

Even among the elite members of the Windrunner family, dozens of them died due to negligence.

Of course, this is much better than fighting the trolls in the jungle without any cover.

the Horde that was advancing in a roundabout way while avoiding the magical bombardment did not know that they had actually drawn the worst lottery.

The high elf wizard stopped casting spells, retreated to rest, and handed the battlefield back to the ranger troops.

After no longer having to dodge, the elven rangers poured arrows on the spreading tribe from the third wooden wall. According to Sylvanas, it was as relaxing as hunting.

However, the Horde has a simpler and more violent way to avoid the rain of arrows.

This group of extremely barbaric guys actually used the combined strength of more than a dozen orcs to lift the entire wooden wall with brute force, using the huge wooden wall as a shield and advancing deeper into the camp.

As soon as one person was killed in the explosion, another orc immediately stepped forward to hold up the wooden wall.

This brute force attack stunned the elves. Except for the few rangers who had entered the hero realm, the other rangers had no way to deal with such a huge "shield".

Duke had to let Marian take action.

As a top-level wizard who can be classified as a killer weapon in all countries, the Moon-level Marian can easily create one exploding fireball after another without even aiming.

The raging flames painted a bloody and fire painting on the battlefield. Often the explosion of a large fireball meant that hundreds of orcs lost their cover and would die in the ranger's hunt.

After the orcs paid the price of thousands of deaths, the third wooden wall finally collapsed. Orgrim certainly would not miss this opportunity, and issued a simple but powerful order to the entire army.

"assault!"

Logically, the main camp of the humans should be behind the three wooden walls. The sacrifice of 7,000 people by the Horde's army was worth it. They rushed forward with all their strength, eager to do what they had done in Elwynn Forest - when the giant axe smashed the weak door of the human house, it was the defenseless inner room.

The combat power of humans in the melee is not worth mentioning.

The sounds of ecstasy among the orcs suddenly died down.

Another wooden wall, another bunch of rangers, another group of mages, and another bunch of mines all over the ground.

This situation almost drove the orc crazy.

But do the orcs have a choice? Several kilometers away, the sound of hundreds of thousands of people fighting can be heard clearly from here. Every moment of delay means a large number of orcs will die in battle.

Although the chieftains wanted to let Grom's Warsong Clan escape on their own, the orcs' brutal nature made them lose all thoughts once they stepped onto the battlefield.

The centurion shouted and cursed, encouraging the orcs who followed to charge forward more bravely.

"Breakthrough! We broke through the human wall!"

There was joy in the shouts of the orc warriors coming from the front line. However, Orgrim, who had already pressed to the outer wall of the initial camp, did not seem to feel the joy of the frontline warriors.

"Too thin..."

The warchief said this as if he were a rookie orc recruit muttering in dissatisfaction for not being able to satisfy his desire for killing.

Sabek understood what his boss meant. The defensive formation formed by Duke should not be broken so easily.

You know, Edmund Duke is a super defensive master who has made hundreds of thousands of tribes suffer in Stormwind City, Southshore Town and other places.

"There will be another wall right away."

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, the messenger from the front came to report that there was indeed another wooden line of defense.

With a dexterity that was totally inconsistent with his size, Orgrim climbed up a human arrow tower that had not yet been knocked down and looked towards the human camp.

He had expected to see the interior of the human camp.

The chief was disappointed.

The alliance had obviously used some kind of magic. Above the latest wooden wall, there was a thick fog rolling around, like a thick soup of unknown material cooked by a wizard. It was impossible to see through it at all.

magic!

Magic again!

This non-offensive magic obviously would not cost the opponent's wizard too much mana, but it effectively made Orgrim feel frustrated.

How many wooden walls does humanity have?

"If this one is conquered, there may be another one."

Orgrim's ominous premonition came true in less than fifteen minutes. At this moment, Orgrim finally understood Duke's sinister intentions.

"Damn Edmund Duke—he doesn't have many soldiers at all!"

Orgrim finally guessed right.

Duke's entire army only had a little over 8,000 men, and less than 5,000 of them actually engaged in combat. Not only did he not have many soldiers, he didn't even have many mines.

Orgrim thought Duke was so rich that he had really spread the "Three Thousand Lives" all over the camp. This was actually an illusion.

At this moment, behind the wooden wall where Duke was, nearly a thousand new soldiers were busy laying mines. They placed the mines on the ground as carefully as possible and then covered them with grass and soil. And they all laid mines according to Duke's orders and the direction of the Horde's breakthrough.

No minefield will be set up even if it is one hundred meters longer.

Beside Duke, Alleria, Lirath, and Halduron were wiping their sweat, drinking water, and resting.

Duke asked, "Are you tired?"

Alleria responded with a confident smile: "It's more intense than warm-up exercises."

Duke glanced at the rangers under their command. Although they were not yet exhausted, they had obviously consumed a lot of physical strength.

Duke set up so many lines of defense, but it would consume all the spirit of Orgrim's elite troops. If he didn't rotate, what would it mean if he ran out of energy first?

At this time, a magic message came, it was Lothar.

"Duke, how's the situation over there?"

Looking at the excited yet a little nervous Lothar in the magic mirror, Duke answered Lothar with a smile that was described as mysteriously confident by all the alliance leaders.

"Hey, Anduin, for today's battle, I have prepared eighteen layers of hell for Orgrim since the first day. Oh, it's eighteen lines of defense. Unfortunately, the Horde didn't work hard, and it took so long to get beyond the sixth line of defense."

Duke shrugged, as if to say, 'Don't blame me for not taking it seriously, blame the Horde for not being strong enough.' Not only did he make Lothar laugh, but even Alleria beside him laughed out loud.

Duke was fascinated by Alleria's gorgeous appearance.

Lothar held his forehead and said: It's convenient to have a girlfriend who can fight. Even if he is in the army, no one will dare to say anything bad about Duke.

"Cough cough." Lothar pretended to cough.

"What? How long do you want me to hold on? Three days or a week?" If Duke's words were heard by Orgrim, he would probably be so angry that he would die.

It was Lothar's turn to feel a little embarrassed. He had drawn so many troops from Duke and made him do the hardest, dirty and tiring work.

Lothar said quickly: "No, no, no, it's great that you can hold off the Horde for two more hours. Of course, if you can hold out until this evening, I can guarantee that not a single tribe member will escape."

Lothar's progress was indeed smooth, with the army surrounding them from three sides, and the Horde was just struggling to hold on in Lothar's view. If this allowed the Horde's western army to escape as a whole, then these elite soldiers of the alliance would be too stupid.

The only variable lies on Duke's side. If Duke can't hold on, then Lothar can only prepare early and kill as many as he can.

Now Duke is as relaxed as if he were on a picnic, so Lothar feels relieved.

In order to reassure Lothar, Duke even showed him the battle scene. Indeed, not many elves were injured or killed in the battle. All the dead were from the Horde.

After turning off the magic communication, Duke rubbed his brows.

"Well, my Alleria, you may soon be testing the endurance of you and your men."

"Um?"

"After all, our enemies are the most intelligent beasts. It is not easy to be a good hunter."

"It's okay. I love this kind of challenging work the most." Alleria said confidently.

Duke reassured Lothar after all.

If the leaders of the Horde were really so stupid, the Alliance wouldn't have to fight for so long and suffer such a terrible defeat.

The one on the opposite side is Orgrim!

After breaking through the fifth level, Orgrim touched his chin.

"Sabek, take 10,000 men and attack from the swamp."

"but..."

"No buts! I doubt the swamp is fake."

Sabek did so.

Twenty minutes later, Sabek led 10,000 tribal warriors to bypass the north.

However, as they approached the swamp, they encountered an impenetrable fog and a real swamp.

Duke specially arranged a 2,000-man city guard force and two ranger squadrons to cover Marian's mage group, and directly used Dense Fog and Swamp according to the direction of the Horde's attack.

The warchief was frustrated at not being able to resist the Alliance's magic, and he immediately ordered the Hordes that were attacking the camp to split into three groups and attack simultaneously.

As a result, they encountered a swarm of demon spirits...