Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 218: Defense

Southshore, a very small port town, is not comparable to any other port on this continent, let alone Booty Bay or the deep-water ports of later times, such as Stormwind Harbor and Menethil Harbor.

However, under Duke's operation, after the arrival of Stormwind refugees, this place became the busiest port and cargo distribution center in the entire northern continent.

From the original small wooden pier, it has become a huge stone pier.

It is no longer just a port for small civilian fishing boats, but a large port for both military and commercial purposes.

The Southshore was dark from the beginning of the night, and it was not suitable to go out to sea unless there was a storm. Every day, from the dawn, until the moon rose over the sea, it was almost non-stop. Merchants brought goods from various ports, not only from the northern continent, but even the goblins from Booty Bay took great risks to deliver Duke's orders under the temptation of money.

Tens of thousands of people are busy all day long, not to accumulate wealth for this huge port, but just for the survival of hundreds of thousands of refugees and for the upcoming war.

It was late at night, and there was still nearly an hour before the first rays of dawn light appeared between heaven and earth.

The sea opposite Southshore was calm and peaceful, with only rippling waves on the dark sea surface.

If the officers had not already begun pre-war mobilization, if the soldiers had not gone to bed early, been woken up early, put on their armor, and waited fully armed in the bunkers and trenches on the mountain, I'm afraid everyone would have thought that the upcoming war was just an illusion that would never come.

The Southshore Command Center is brightly lit.

Most kings were not used to waking up in the middle of the night. For the three older kings, Genn, Terenas, and Aiden, the impact was even more obvious. Most of them were holding the refreshing drinks served by their servants.

Duke sat in the seat that originally belonged to Lothar. In this battle, he was the commander-in-chief.

Gently holding his chin with his left hand, Duke uttered two words through gaps in his teeth: "Ring the bell!"

Windsor was a very responsible soldier. He was so energetic that he would never miss Duke's order. He waved his hand and shouted, "Pass the order, the enemy is coming. Enter the first stage!"

A clear and sharp bell sounded near the headquarters, and soon, the sound spread rapidly, and more and more dense bells sounded around the entire Southshore like an echo. The two hills in the east and west of Southshore were in a violent commotion, as if the hills were the legendary guardian gods of the shadow elves - the mountain giants, and the entire hills came alive.

The voices of officers at all levels could be heard faintly in the wind, and they seemed to be scolding the soldiers who dared to doze off.

"Flare!" Duke was very frugal with his words.

The order was quickly passed down, and soon, a cannon shot was heard on the hill east of Southshore. A ball of dazzling red light was shot into the air.

It was not until this time that the alliance leaders holding telescopes suddenly saw that countless small black shadows had emerged above the dark sea level in the distance at some point in time.

Much smaller than the Kul Tiran warships they were used to seeing in the harbor of Southshore.

In comparison, these small transport ships looked like a pile of leaves scattered on the water.

However, these shadows that looked like leaves were growing faster and faster in everyone's field of vision. In a short while, the shape of a "ship" appeared in the field of vision.

The mages stationed on the hills on both sides cast a large number of Light Spells. Countless white balls of light began to rise to a height of dozens of meters above the beach, illuminating the entire beach as bright as day.

the Horde's transport ships arrived, but they ignored them and did not slow down at all, crashing straight into the rocky eastern coast.

Even though they were thousands of meters away, the kings at the headquarters could see the terrible tremors of the ship crashing into the shore. In a trance, they even felt the wooden bottom of the ship wailing, and the big iron nails on the planks struggling, making a teeth-grinding sound while escaping from the wood.

Countless dark shadows emerged from the ship, and with the help of the light, the human defenders on the shore quickly saw their enemies - orc laborers.

Without armor, holding the crudest wooden hammers or extremely primitive stone axes, they rushed towards the hills not far from the shore in a somewhat foolish manner under the shouts of the few orc warriors.

"The first archer brigade is free to fire! The second archer brigade is ready."

It was not cost-effective to use up the archers' strength to deal with the enemy's cannon fodder. But Lord Lord Mograine knew that the protagonists today would not be the archers of Lordaeron. And according to the deputy commander who had unparalleled scheming, after the archers had used up their strength, they would have at least three hours to rest and recover their strength.

Just as Mograine glanced at the 'special seat' high up on the hill, the sound of a bowstring vibrating was heard.

The arrows are quite accurate, and even if they fail to hit the enemy's vital points, they will basically hit the enemy.

"Huh? Not bad." Sylvanas commented while sitting in the special seat, bored.

It's not bad as Sylvanas said. If it were in the human world, it would be almost at the level of an archer.

The archery skills of these archers in Lordaeron were accumulated through countless shooting training. They started training at the age of 18, and most of them had received more than five years of training. The money converted from the broken arrows of each person was estimated to be hundreds of Arathor gold coins.

After arriving here, Mograine was depressed for a long time after learning that the bows and arrows of ordinary archers were useless against orc warriors and that javelins with stronger lethality were king. Fortunately, Duke informed him that archers could also be used as cannon fodder for the enemy...

Regardless of whether this is waste utilization, at least these gold coins have now recovered some of their cost from the orc laborers.

Ten breaths passed, and the beach returned to peace again. These laborers, who only had a loud voice, were soon shot by arrows and died on the shore.

More and more transport ships were washed ashore.

The archers began to get busy, their arms became sore from the continuous shooting, and finally the first group of laborers began to arrive in front of the hill.

General Abendis shouted, "Raise your spears, raise your shields, and attack!"

In front of the bunker at the bottom of the hill, the soldiers were already ready, forming a long defense line in a very standard manner. Perhaps this was not enough to resist the huge number of tribal warriors. If it was used to deal with hard labor, it would be quite sufficient, and it would also be a good opportunity for the new recruits to see blood.

Now, they stood guard, forming a solid shield wall with exposed spears, without any tactics, and the scattered tribesmen who launched an attack slammed into them.

The shield wall remained intact, and every single peon was stabbed to death.

The fight with the peon was pleasant and easy, and except for the real blood, it was no different from the training of stabbing straw man targets with spears.

Some soldiers have already joked: "If all the so-called warriors of the Horde are like this, one of our battalions can kill 10,000 tribesmen."

At this moment, after the second round of Light, Abendis discovered that huge transport ships were beginning to rush ashore, and many taller figures with obvious armored outlines appeared on the coast.

The main force of the orcs began to arrive.

Mograine ordered: "Blow the horn, archers cover, let the sword and shield soldiers and spearmen come back. We will enter the second stage soon."

The unique horn of the Lordaeron army sounded, and the soldiers who were enjoying the killing on the front line suddenly realized that it was time to retreat. With good light and the commander's shouting, the soldiers evacuated in an orderly manner, and they followed the designated mountain path to enter the second defense line at a higher altitude.

When he saw his soldiers evacuating as planned, General Abendis raised his sword and shouted, "First Javelin Battalion, throw!"

The tall black shadow suddenly shot into the air, drew a beautiful arc in the air, then let out a sharp scream and stabbed downwards. Without any surprise, quite a number of orc warriors were nailed to death at the foot of the hill.

However, many continued to charge.

Abendis noticed that many of the orc warriors were better armed than the intelligence reported. They were no longer the naked big guys with brute force described by the Stormwind soldiers.

They basically have huge spiked shoulder armor on their right shoulders holding weapons, a horn helmet on their heads, a metallic half-body armor on their chests, and leather arm armor on their forearLady They have no armor on their lower bodies, often only a crotch armor similar to a leather skirt, but they obviously wear a pair of huge boots, which allows them to better pass through complex battlefields.

Abendis quickly summoned a Dalaran mage who was responsible for communication and reported the information to Duke.

After receiving the news, there was silence in the command center.

Lothar curled his lips and said, "Gentlemen, at least we have confirmed that our enemies are a group of intelligent creatures that can evolve."

No one could laugh at this bad joke.

This joke is not funny at all.

Duke glanced at the exquisite wall clock hanging in the command center. The time was exactly 4:30 in the morning.

"Tell Alleria and Sylvanas that it's their rangers' turn." Before Duke finished speaking, two voices had already echoed in the command center.

"I heard it." The voice of the great devil Alleria.

"I'm almost moldy." Sylvanas complained.

Then, the deafening noise from the beach seemed to suddenly become much quieter.

Whether it was Llane and Seamus on the eastern hills, or Mograine and Abendis on the western hills, no commander dared to believe his eyes.

It has been too long since humans have seen the elite rangers of the high elves.

If the definition of a sharpshooter is to kill one enemy with one arrow, then these rangers are super sharpshooters, simply monster-level existences. The sound of bowstrings could be heard from the higher positions on the hill.

In just a few breaths, all the densely packed tribes on the beach were shot to death. The arrows were as accurate as if they had eyes, automatically navigating from the bows to the orcs' throats and other vital points.

Suddenly, the entire beach was empty.

"My God, what kind of powerful reinforcements did our deputy commander invite back? They are equivalent to a 10,000-man archer corps." King Llane muttered to himself.

General Seamus comforted Llane: "I heard that the Windrunner family is the top ranger family in Quel'Thalas."

Llane felt better.

General Seamus was right about this. The rangers of the Windrunner family were indeed the most powerful among the High Elves, bar none.

Throughout the human world, including the high elves, even if the more powerful night elves are included, no army can compare with the archers of the Windrunner family. Perhaps, the mysterious army directly under the legendary High Priest Tyrande can compare with the rangers of the Windrunner family.

However, the terrifying thing about the Horde is not only its powerful individual combat capability, but also its terrifying numbers.

When they found that more and more ships were moored on the designated western coast, the irritable orcs decisively ignored the orders from their superiors and began to rush the ships to all possible places for mooring.

For example, the eastern beaches where the mountains are higher and human defenses are better.

For example, the port terminal of Southshore itself.

At dawn, the main force of the Horde's beach landing finally arrived. The huge iron ship crashed into the stone dock, shaking the entire port dock. Duke saw through the telescope that the deep-water port dock that he had built for a long time was hit by those bastards and there were flying stones everywhere. Duke wanted to kill all the orcs.

"Damn you, this is my private money..." Duke muttered in his heart.

Over there, Turalyon was also muttering: "In the name of the Holy Light, they are too ugly!"

Even though Lothar and Duke had described them, it was far from seeing them in person. I wonder if the stronger the orcs, the uglier they are. Turalyon, who had personally observed the dead laborers of the Horde, originally thought that the Hordes were all medium-sized monsters about the same size as burly humans, with light green skin and two huge fangs in their mouths.

Now Turalyon realized that he was completely wrong.

The real tribal warriors were taller, more muscular, and uglier looking.

Vivid green skin and red eyes that are redder than a rabbit's.

And those tusks were so huge that they couldn't even be contained by the lips! Turalyon swore he had only seen tusks of that size on boars.

But wild boars do not walk on two feet, carry huge heavy weapons, or wear heavy armor.

Duke pretended to observe through the telescope, then said the answer marked in the system prompt: "Okay, generals, one good news and one bad news."

Everyone pricked up their ears immediately.

"The good news is that the Horde is finally willing to invest its main force. Lothar, you can consider recalling the reserve troops stationed outside."

Lothar smiled slightly. To be on the safe side, Lothar distributed about one-third of the troops assembled in Southshore and stationed them in the central part of Hillsbrad Foothills, roughly inland between Southshore and Redemption Island.

Lothar was noncommittal about Duke's proposal. Taking it back might not necessarily help. If he didn't take it back, it could be used as insurance. At most, he would receive complaints from one or two kings, saying that his army was unable to perform meritorious deeds.

Lothar asked with a smile: "What about the bad news?"