Stormwind God

"Ahhhhhhh!"

For thousands of years, wolves have used howls to connect with each other.

The head wolf shone and the fierce howl rang, and it immediately caused all the wolves in the entire tribe to reconcile. The continuous and horrifying wolf howled suddenly. A huge sound wave veiled towards the walls outside Stormwind.

This terrible moment suddenly made the soldiers of Stormwind sound a bad rumor. The cruel and **** orcs themselves only eat the big ones, and those who died on the battlefield will be rewarded by the wolf.

Recalling the wolf habits of this world, this is really possible.

Wolves are the wildest and most ferocious animals. They don't eat their own kind, and they are limited to when their kind is alive. Once the same kind of meat dies in any way, then the meat of the same kind is no different from other meats.

The thought that his body would be torn and eaten by these giant monsters would make many recruits who had never faced the orc trembled with hands, making a clucking noise.

Ryan and Anduin, sitting on the inner city wall on the highest floor, frowned as they saw the scene.

At this time, a herald trot came over: "Sir Windsor asked to fire a crossbow gun. He said that a special crossbow gun could teach that beast."

"Just!" As the supreme commander of the front line, even if Ryan was present at the scene, Lothar sent the commander most of the time.

Seeing the signal, on a huge crossbow artillery platform nearly thirty meters high from the ground, Windsor personally controlled the crossbow artillery.

He glanced first at the flag fluttering on the crossbow, and muttered, "The wind is east to west, the wind ... three levels."

Then Windsall straightened his arm again, raised his thumb flat, and made a rough distance visual inspection: "250 yards ..."

Finally, adjust the winch, to the scale that he had no idea what the ghost was a few months ago, clearly marked on it. According to this height, when the winch is full, how many yards will be adjusted.

"Okay! Launch!"

"Beep," a huge bowstring sounded.

At first, no one paid attention to this crossbow.

In this age of rough craftsmanship, any heavy weapon needs to be tested. Whether it's a crossbow gun, a catapult or a cannon, it is roughly shot in one direction and then slowly adjusted. Whoever can hit the area near the target within three rounds of shooting will be named the marksman.

The first shot was supposed to be fired.

But searching through the entire Storm Kingdom could not find a qualified gunner. Even the four 8-pound cannons in Stormwind City, after the defeat of the Battle of the Redridge Mountains, hurriedly bought them from the dwarven Ironforge kneeling grandpa.

Temporary training gunners simply failed.

No way, except for the aristocracy and a few lucky people, this era is basically illiterate. It was amazing to find a few smart people who learned how to fire.

So when Windsor volunteered for the first round, Ryan, Anduin, and Berwal had no hope.

Who knows, a miracle happened!

A black Changhong with bright blind orc dog eyes was drawn over Stormwind City. Looking down from the sky, this black line shot almost straight towards the chieftain's black hand.

Watching the black spots in the distance expand rapidly in the horizon.

Not only the orc garrison next to the chieftain, but even the black hand demon feels a little bad.

dry! A crossbow cannon for hairy humans can shoot so far! ?

Orcs are not new to human crossbows.

Most human crossbows do not have such a long range. Of course, the orcs would not know that this was a crossbow artillery specially modified by a college animal passer who was studying in a certain decathlon but had no mastery of mechanical engineering.

Too late to think, the deputy Orgrim * Doomhammer, standing next to the black-handed chief, suddenly swelled, and the ‘future’ chief raised his body suddenly and smashed against the huge crossbow in the air.

"Bang" has to say, are the cows entering the realm of heroes special monsters.

A crossbow gun with a speed of less than 50 kilometers per hour is said less frequently than Orgrim.

Really hit him.

However, since it was something Duke created, how could it be so simple.

This one is a specially-made daughter-in-law burst arrow.

Orgrim did fly the mother arrow with a hammer, but more small steel **** poured like a shotgun towards the chief and his scepter, the growing wolf leader.

"Papapapap!" The scattering of dense rainstorm directly called the black hand and his baby wolf to be human.

"what!"

"Alas!"

The screams of the Warchief and the lamentation of the leader of the wolf stagnate the entire wolf pack. The wolf is not so high in intelligence that they cannot understand why their old assembly suddenly screamed.

Seeing the orc boss and his ‘big dog’ confused by a crossbow, he heard the entire wolf pack mourn as a **** with his neck pinched, and the morale of Stormwind soldiers, which was a little low, rose again.

"Wow ha ha ha ha!"

"Can't play anymore. Green-skinned beast!"

"Who are a bunch of mourning dogs scaring !?"

The soldiers burst into fierce ridicule.

King Ryan was so excited that he gave his thumbs high in the direction of Windsor, and then he pulled out his sword. The cold light of the King's Sword looked dazzling in the morning light.

Ryan's clear and high voice spread through the three walls: "Thousand years ago! Our ancestors brought your ancestors to this valley. For a thousand years we have prospered here! Behind us is our home! This is us Home for future generations! Can we allow these cruel green-skinned beasts to occupy our home !? "

"No! No! No!"

"Then what are you waiting for, pull out your swords! Let the corpses of these green beasts fill the Elwynn Forest!"

At this time, Lothar first responded. He pulled out his sword and held up high: "For Stormwind City! For Azeroth"

"For Stormwind! For Azeroth"

The sword is like a forest, full of cold light, full of morale!

Feeling the sounds erupting on the city wall, the chief's green face almost turned dark green, and he was heartbroken by his old man who kept wailing.

The steel **** scattered just now, relying on himself to drastically increase the strength of the body after drinking the blood of the devil, relying on the thick skin and thick, he just carried it. But his wolf has never drunk the blood of the devil.

The wolf has never known for defense.

Watching his boss wolf's eyes were blinded by steel balls, the entire front half was covered with pits and bloodstains deep in one finger, and the black hand knew that his old man must be finished.

He bit his fangs fiercely, and the black hand smashed the beloved zodiac directly with a hammer.

With endless anger, the Warchief's roar spread throughout the Horde.

"Offensive" (To be continued.)