Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 361: Close Encounter

In the distance, Orgrim was ecstatic when he saw this scene!

"Ancestors! Attack that city gate!"

The voice of the warchief inspired every orc around him. Those orcs who had no part in the destruction of Alterac cried out. The warchief had promised them that they would have a chance to kill and destroy. Now the warchief fulfilled his promise.

The orc warriors were like chicken blood, their pace increased several times, from running to charging.

Over there, Arthas was distracted, and some sharp-eyed archers confirmed to him that the orcs were carrying some pre-made, crude bridges to cross the moat.

This kind of pre-prepared approach was very different from the orcs he knew. Moreover, those huge wooden bridges were not something that humans could carry. But within the field of vision, there were only two orcs carrying such wooden bridges. The most unimaginable thing was that these orcs were actually wearing thick iron armor.

What a terrifying power this is!

From the tower, the orcs were like ants filling the empty space. They quickly rushed across the empty space and approached the city walls. Their numbers were so large that Arthas was surprised. In front of the Lordaeron defenders, these brutal beasts killed all the more than 2,000 people who were still stranded outside the moat like cutting melons and vegetables.

"No--" Some people cast hateful eyes towards the orcs, while others secretly glanced at Prince Arthas with anger.

Arthas was unaware because the orcs had already filled his eyes.

Now he stretched his horizon from the nearest point to the far distance, from the grasslands and groves on the edge of Lake Lordamere to the valleys cracked by the cliffs on the side of the mountain, and he saw dense crowds of orcs.

The dream of waiting for my father to return with his army was shattered. the Horde was already there, filling the valley and surrounding the city. Now the whole city looked like a dead leaf on a tree in autumn, crumbling.

In the mirror image of the magic transmission, Arthas saw with his own eyes how the orcs treated the captured Broken Ridge. He did not want this scene to happen again here.

The young prince is working hard!

He initially ordered the crossbows to fire at the orcs, but the effect was poor. If it was a neatly lined-up human army, a crossbow shot could kill at least ten people. The orcs charging in a scattered manner were obviously the nemesis of crossbows and other weapons that had extremely high single-target damage but no large-scale attack capabilities.

Most of the crossbows missed their targets, which frustrated the defenders who were already a little flustered.

Soon, the orcs came within arrow range.

"Shoot!"

The expected enemies falling to the ground did not appear. These terrible monsters wore thicker iron armor than humans, and just by hearing the clanking sound of arrows flying, Arthas estimated that the armor of these monsters was at least one-third of an inch (8 mm) thick.

Arthas suddenly realized: Right! The military manual written by Edmund Duke, the deputy commander of the Alliance, and distributed to all senior generals of the Alliance, once said that bows and arrows are meaningless against strong orcs, and only heavy javelins can better kill orcs.

"Javelins, where are our javelins?" Arthas roared.

"They have all been transferred away by His Majesty!" Molev said with a sad face.

Amidst the hesitation and panic, a large number of orcs had already rushed through the range of long-range weapons. Thousands of orcs slammed the rough wooden bridge onto the moat, and some orcs who could not wait even began to wade across the river.

Arthas's heart sank into an icy cave. It was midsummer, and due to the temperature, the water level of the entire Lordamere Lake had dropped. The water level of the moat connected to Lordamere Lake also dropped, and the water depth was only about two meters. This would be a disaster for most humans. But for the orcs, who were huge and burly, and whose height was often over seven feet (about 2.1 meters), it was a depth that they could wade through.

He didn't know why the orcs were so confident that they could wade directly into the water, but it was obvious that the orcs had planned it and they had succeeded.

Either charging over the bridge or wading across the river with crude shields protecting their heads, the orcs began to scale the walls with huge wooden ladders, which were generally too heavy and had barbs, so the defenders could not push them open.

"The gate can't hold!" A scream made Arthas tremble all over.

Only four orcs rushed across the drawbridge, using huge logs as battering rams to pound on the city gate. The ornate white gate seemed to be crumbling. If the huge gate was not well wrapped in iron sheets, the huge force alone would be enough to blow it open.

At this angle, Arthas couldn't see the whole picture, but when he heard the door's wood cracking and the teeth-grinding sound of metal twisting, Arthas knew that the door would not last long.

The Prince of Lordaeron shook his head frantically, trying to put the shouting behind him.

He was now upset. More than one orc had climbed up the wall not far from the arrow tower where he was standing. He immediately realized that if he didn't leave quickly, when the nearby walls were all occupied by orcs, he would be trapped and killed in this arrow tower.

Molev apparently also noticed this. He waved his hand, and the royal guards rushed down the spiral staircase to clear the way for Arthas.

The result was quite bad. In just ten seconds, Arthas heard the screams of at least seven humans before they died.

"Your Highness, please hurry up!" Molev's voice came from below.

Arthas swung his legs quickly. The metal leg armor made his steps a little heavy, but he maintained his balance well.

The scene in front of him suddenly brightened, and he came out of the narrow staircase door of the arrow tower. The horrific sound of fierce fighting suddenly rushed towards him. This sound was completely different from the feeling in the arrow tower which was two or three stories higher than the city wall.

Arthas was stunned for a moment.

A second later, he immediately discovered that there was a burly green-skinned orc waving a warhammer and attacking him.

His mouth was open, revealing his sharp fangs, and he swung his heavy hammer.

As a last resort, Arthas swung his sword to fight the orc's hammer.

"Bang!" After a dull sound of metal and wood colliding, the prince was knocked flying. He hit the battlements, stars in his eyes, and painfully realized that he was not an adult warrior.

Even though he has a physique far beyond his peers and exercises strictly, his muscles are still not perfect and his strength is still not at its peak.

"Your Highness!" Molev pounced out like lightning and stabbed to death with a spear the orc who tried to strike Arthas with a finishing blow.

At this moment, every Lordaeron person nearby heard the roar of the city gate collapsing...