Chapter 454 Answer Me

Seriously, this wasn't the first time Orgrim had seen this thing.

It was this kind of mechanical creation that he couldn't understand, which ruined Zujin's unknown number of people. It also turned a long-distance sprint that could have been written into a textbook into a ridiculous empty run.

The red lights all over the mountains and plains are eye-catching and dazzling. It seems meaningless, but it is declaring danger to every orc.

what to do?

"Attack! This thing is not dangerous!" said a centurion.

According to previous experience, it is true. This kind of ghost thing all over the mountains may be able to blow up hidden trolls, but they are not aggressive in themselves. Perhaps in the eyes of humans, this thing is no different from the rough ax made by the orcs themselves.

This centurion even took the lead, rushing over first, kicking a croaking demon spirit with his kick.

Seeing that Yaoyaoling flew away like a broken ball.

If it was in the past, his experience was right, and he would have no problem doing so.

Now……

"Boom—"

With a loud bang, the Yaoyaoling exploded.

The huge momentum blasted the centurion, who weighed more than three hundred and four hundred kilograms including his armor, into the air. The sputtered iron sheets covered his entire ugly face, and he was instantly blinded.

What was even more frightening was that even though the armor protected him from the fatal blow, the explosion still blew off one of his legs.

A centurion who was not well-known in the Blackstone clan was just abolished.

At this moment, the demon spirits rushing in front of them suddenly accelerated towards the tribal army.

"No! Stop them."

How to stop?

The tribe only discovered now that the trolls who are good at long-range attacks have already died in sevens and eighties.

If you are a bit bold, you can just throw the only weapon in your hand, maybe you can save a life. If you put it really close, the explosion is not too powerful, it is enough to break any orc's arms and legs.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" With the sound of continuous explosions, the elf ranger on the opposite side started to shoot arrows at the wooden wall again.

Suicide bombing, even before Duke crosses, is still an almost unsolvable problem. The only problem for Duke is that he hasn't found the remote-controlled detonation technology yet. These demon spirits that rushed up were loaded with bombs, and then Duke used the system to manipulate the mage's hand to detonate them directly.

Even so, it was enough to make Orgrim's scalp tingle.

Attack is not.

Not to attack and not to.

The losses are already great.

The tribe is not afraid of sacrifice, but what the tribe fears most is this kind of fruitless soft knife cutting flesh. Ten thousand people have died before and after, and apart from tearing down the six wooden walls of the alliance, almost no one has been killed.

Counting the troll's spear throwing, the alliance's casualties definitely did not exceed 300 people.

The huge battle loss ratio made the orcs' hearts flutter.

There were only a little over 30,000 people left in Orgrim's journey. Now there are more than 20,000 left, and many of the orcs are even more demoralized. How can I fight this?

Duke standing on the tower is very patient, he has not shot directly so far. In other words, it was not the time for him to make a move.

The core elite of Orgrim remained unchanged, and those 10,000 people were the last elite of the Blackstone clan.

These 10,000 people are not simple. The system elf rarely reminded Duke that these guys actually have good magic resistance. Not only fire resistance, but also frost and arcane resistance, which almost covers most mainstream magic.

What made Duke most uncertain was Orgrim himself. The physics-oriented profession is different from the legal system. The mage is divided into five levels: earth, sky, morning star, bright moon, and sun. The hierarchy of physical orientation is very vague, and it is generally divided into the field of master, strong, and hero.

According to Alleria, it seems that those like her who have entered the hero realm will awaken a certain characteristic. For example, she specialized in speed and agility, and then awakened the additional wind attribute at the Altar of Storms.

Orgrim...if he doesn't find an opportunity to force him to attack with all his strength, I'm afraid he won't know.

Originally, Duke wanted to kill the elite of the tribe, but a line of system prompts surprised him.

"Command! Let the Silver Hand appear."

Following the lowering of the drawbridge, the huge east gate of Lordaeron City, which was urgently repaired, opened with a bang. A cavalry team of thousands of people rushed out of the city gate and stopped less than a kilometer away from Orgrim's rear army.

The radiant holy light of the paladin can be clearly seen from far away.

The Knights of the Silver Hand don't have many people. In fact, there are less than half a regiment here, only sixty people. Moreover, Uther, who was the best fighter, was not there, and only Tirion Fordring and Gavin Ladd, the two first-generation paladins, were leading the team.

The holy light of the paladin blinded the tribal scouts. Thousands of alliance knights did not attack, but stood behind the tribe.

After the guy scrambled and ran to report to Orgrim, Orgrim's face suddenly sank.

He immediately realized that it was Duke trying to persuade him to quit.

"Great chief, you can't retreat! Humans really have that ability, they attacked early in the morning." Orgrim's deputy Sabek at the moment shouted.

"I know."

Orgrim was very hesitant. Duke's tactical strategy is very clear, that is, to kill the elite of the tribe to the maximum extent. Duke, who never sticks to one city or one place, but only wants to kill people, came to persuade the tribes in the east at this time. Obviously, there must be problems in the alliance, and Duke must concentrate on encircling and annihilating the west at the cost of giving up the complete annihilation of the tribe's eastern army.

But what is that variable?

Orgrim didn't know.

Now he is extremely envious of the alliance's communication methods. This allows high-level commanders to quickly grasp changes in the situation. Unlike the backward contact method of the tribe, almost everything has to be sent by someone to deliver orders.

Now it's up to Orgrim to gamble.

Even if Orgrim knew, the human cavalry behind his legion was definitely not elite. He also couldn't ignore the existence of this army. It is very dangerous to continue to attack blindly. Once the number of tribes drops to 10,000, it seems that the back and forth attack a few days ago will definitely repeat itself.

"Damn it!" The huge Doom Hammer slammed into the ground, creating a big hole in the ground.

At this moment, the alliance suddenly counterattacked.

Guided by hundreds of demon spirits with flashing red lights, nearly three thousand elves and rangers descended from the wooden wall, and amidst the sound of explosions, they shot arrows and moved forward slowly.

Orgrim also discovered that not every demon spirit will have a big explosion. However, each of these flashing red lights looks exactly the same...

Orgrim suddenly made a move that surprised all the guards, and he rushed to the front of the battle.

His huge roar penetrated the chaotic battlefield and reached the alliance formation.

"Duke Marcus! Answer me - are you colluding with Gul'dan!?"