Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 379: Wood

There is no momentum like a locust flying by.

Not as dense as a storm.

It was these arrows that were shot without making any sound that caused large numbers of orcs to die silently, creating a terrifying atmosphere.

Defense seemed to have lost its meaning, as if everything could be destroyed with just one arrow. The charging orcs were aroused to ferocity, roaring and shouting various slogans in the orcish language, rushing towards the wooden camp wall like crazy.

Right!

As long as they broke through the thin wooden wall and dragged the enemy into close combat, the elves with thin arms and legs would be no match for the orcs. This was a proven experience in the two great wars of Quel'Thalas.

It should have been like this, but suddenly, the orcs in the front seemed to step on something. Suddenly, a flash of lightning burst out from under their feet.

"Ahhh——" The twisted electric current lingering around those orcs was clearly visible.

These orcs turned into a ball of charcoal in just a few breaths.

Mage?

Orgrim's face twitched as he watched this scene from afar. This reminded him of Gul'dan. If Gul'dan had not betrayed them, why would the Horde have to use human wave tactics to exhaust the enemy's mana like the trolls did to the elves?

Standing on the tallest command tower in the middle of the camp, which is five stories high, Marian, a member of the Silvermoon Council, teased the orcs: "I bet those simple-minded greenskins will think it's us mages who are taking action."

Duke kept a proper distance from the female elf with a weapon hidden in her chest. He smiled faintly and said, "Don't worry, you will have a chance to take action."

"That's good. It is our wish to serve Sir Edmund."

Duke almost thought that Marianne was chatting with him at the party because of the lack of a glass of champagne. Her nonchalant attitude and the robe that was just right for revealing were enough to make any animal with excess hormones salivate.

Well, luckily I figured out Alleria recently.

Duke looked away from Marianne.

Then he saw a group of confused orcs.

Being electrocuted! Being roasted! Being blown up! Being frozen to death! Being shot to death by arcane missiles! Being stabbed to death by spikes that suddenly shot out!

It's a mess, there's everything.

The power is not great, but it is deadly enough.

Orgrim, who was commanding from behind, felt his scalp tingling. If the humans used simple weapons, such as fire, he could still use the Blackrock Clan to charge. If they used frost, he could use the frost trolls to resist.

But unless they are warlocks with demon hounds, no orc would have such high magic resistance to withstand the endless attacks.

Fortunately, there were some smart orc commanders who saw the truth.

"Watch your step!"

Even though those things were covered, their true appearance was still revealed. They were disc-shaped objects covered with grass and soil. As long as the orcs stepped on them, they would be triggered immediately.

No matter what equipment you have or what clan you belong to, once you are stepped on, you will be crippled if not killed.

Well, here comes the problem. If you pay attention to your feet, you will not be able to charge fast, and you will have no energy to defend against arrows from the walls of the fortress. If you pay attention to defending against arrows, you will forget about your feet.

The orcs' violent charge, which seemed to be able to drown everything in the world, slowed down for a moment.

"Hahaha! It reminds me of the first time I shot a hare with a bow when I was a kid." Sylvanas laughed as she shot arrows. Because the difficulty of aiming was reduced, she could shoot triple arrows without any taboos.

Anyway, the entire wooden wall is covered with quivers full of arrows. You know, the armaments of the people of Lordaeron are the most abundant in the entire continent.

"Second sister! Do you want to compete?"

"Let's compete!"

The serious battlefield was turned into a hunting game by a few jumpy Windrunners.

After sacrificing more than 4,000 elite soldiers, the Horde finally approached the wall of the camp. They violently swung their heavy hammers and easily smashed the antlers and the wall to pieces.

The elven rangers jumped off the not-so-high wooden wall one after another.

To the Horde's surprise, the rangers did not go far. They stood in the open space behind the wooden wall and continued shooting arrows at a distance that seemed unsuitable for archery in the eyes of others.

"Kill these Elves!" the orc commanders roared.

The unexpected happened again.

The elven rangers fought and retreated, and in order to avoid traps, the orcs often chose to step on the places where the elves had just stepped.

Damn it!

Why was it that the elf was fine when he stepped on it just now, but the orc got shot when he stepped on it?

Electrocuted to death! Explode to death! Death!

The orcs suddenly discovered that the traps on the ground between the first wall and the second wall were denser. The density was so high that it was almost impossible to find a place to step. However, the elves were able to fly in and out of the traps.

Not to mention the elven rangers who were fighting below, even Marian in the command tower was stunned.

"Smart little thing, I see that you asked your magicians and magic apprentices to seal the magic into scrolls and store the magic in the trap. But I don't understand why our people were fine when they walked up to it, but the orcs fell into the trap." Marian admired.

right!

Type A, I Want Three Thousand Lives of You To put it simply, it is a trigger-type mine that contains magic.

It was created by Duke's follower mages who worked hard for countless all-nighters.

Duke smiled mysteriously: "Do you want to know the secret?"

"certainly!"

"Promise to help me fight the war to restore the Kingdom of Stormwind, and I'll tell you."

"Members of the Silvermoon Parliament must obtain approval from the parliament before they can participate in the war." Marian's beautiful eyes moved as she gave Duke a look that showed she understood.

"Then may I ask if we can open the library on the first floor of Karazhan and invite Miss Marian to come?"

"That's more like it."

"Well, the answer is weight. Without the weight of four high elves, those gadgets wouldn't be triggered at all."

Marian laughed in silence: "It's that simple?"

"It's that simple."

The orcs are more muscular than any other race in the alliance. As they are tall and strong, they naturally weigh more. If a human weighs 150 kilograms, they are already extremely tall and strong. But for an orc, this weight is only equal to that of an ordinary warrior from a third-rate clan.

For example, the Blackrock clan's powerful warriors were generally over 2.30 meters tall and weighed over 200 kilograms. If they were the chieftain's personal guards, their height and weight would be even more exaggerated.

Ogres are even more outrageous.

Duke used this point. When designing the mine, he added a thick iron block to the "button". Without a weight of about 200 kilograms, it would be impossible to crush the iron block and trigger the mine.

This is why Three Thousand Lives of You has almost no effect on the Elf Ranger, but can kill every orc.

Ugh, tonight when I was washing dishes, I broke a china plate and cut my right thumb.

It's just a skin injury, a little painful, but no big deal. But I'm used to using my right thumb to press the space bar, so I can't type tonight. frёewebηovel.cѳm