Stratholme God

   Chapter 163 Please remember to take a detour (3 more)

   (Leader givemepower plus update 18/20)

——

   The Eversong Forest at night is a forbidden place for orcs. After losing the support of trolls, no orcs dare to risk being ambushed by elf rangers and enter the forest in the middle of the night.

   Until the human army slowly pressed out of the woods, less than 600 meters apart from each other, the orcs of the two clans roared and charged the humans.

   "Lok'tar-ogar!"

   A majestic battle cry resounded through the sky.

   Of course, this has nothing to do with another group of orcs still foolishly surrounding Silvermoon City 25 kilometers away.

   Looking at the orcs rushing in from the outside of the port, the corners of the mouths of the 'Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse' raised invariably.

  Blaumux raised the exquisite elven sword in his hand high: "Arrow—"

   Five thousand crossbowmen went to work immediately.

   The strong crossbowman sat on the ground, his feet supported the treads of the crossbow, he pulled the bowstring with his arms, and buckled the bowstring on the trigger of the crossbow that was nearly one tall.

  The crossbowman rolls the wheel and mechanically pulls the powerful bowstring that is difficult to pull with human hands.

   Thirty seconds later, live together and start!

   Most of the orcs in the charge did not notice that a thick black 'dark cloud' suddenly rose in the air.

  In the dim moonlight, the dark clouds reached the highest point and began to fall under the action of gravitational acceleration.

   "Su! Su! Su! Su! Su!"

  I don't know how many orcs were nailed to the ground by sharp crossbow arrows. The leather armor they randomly put together, the shoulder armor inlaid with iron, is not the opponent of the sharp Thorium arrow at all.

   The so-called protection, in front of these green arrows, is no different from a piece of waste paper.

   Duchess Braumux suddenly smiled wryly. She knew that many elf rangers were separated from the main force and chose to continue their struggle in the forest after they could not withdraw to Silvermoon City. However, most of the rangers could not even use iron arrows, so they had to use wooden arrows made of sharpened branches. , the power can be imagined.

   And the crossbowmen led by Stratholme...

   In addition to a crossbow, it is also equipped with a half-human-high rectangular wooden shield, a 50cm-long steel sword, and a wolfskin armor with iron skins on the front.

   Yes, these wolf skin gods are still from the Warsong clan.

  The crossbowmen are all armed to this extent, not to mention the infantry in front.

  The heavy infantry is a full set of mithril armor, the light infantry is 2mm thick thin steel armor, and the swords and spears are all made of fine steel. With such a luxurious configuration, the combat power of the soldiers will naturally increase exponentially.

The army of 10,000 people led by the    Four Horsemen took a neat step like this, crushing the orc soldiers who had been shot a little by the rain of arrows.

   "Waaaaah—"

   A white-clawed orc roared and rushed over. It was obvious that he had multiple arrows on his shoulders, which did not damage his fierceness at all. He held up what looked like a telephone pole, and it was a street lamp of a high elf.

   The ornately carved clubheads are ruthlessly on the human shields. Before the replacement, most of the human soldiers had broken arms and had to kneel on the spot.

  The war has been going on for so long, and the small tactics of magic horses have already been thoroughly studied by the alliance. The soldier who took the lead not only raised his shields with both hands, but also two heavy infantry soldiers next to him to help share the burden. The three shields overlapped in a zigzag shape, and he was stunned to bear the thunderbolt of the orc warrior.

   The orc's bravery ends here, and in the next second, more than six spears and venomous snakes pierced through the holes or gaps of the shield. It wasn't a single blow, but the spear head was immediately turned around after being stabbed, and the spear was drawn and stabbed again.

   A dozen orcs were bled with blood, and the scarlet frenzy in his eyes eventually dimmed with the passage of life.

   The death of this orc is just a microcosm.

  The four major armies steadily pressed towards Yangfan Port from the south and east.

  When they came within a visible distance, they stopped advancing and instead defended on the spot, letting the evil centipede car follow by the way.

  Kilometers away from the harbor entrance, some orcs rushed out under the command, and more orcs were in a dazed state until the strange "puff puff" sounded.

  Humans set up mortar positions in a state of being almost close to their faces.

   When incendiary bombs and high-explosive grenades fell into the port area with a humming sound, the entire unloading area immediately burst into flames.

  About one-third of the orcs turned around and rushed out of the port recklessly. Most of them became the target of the crossbowmen, and a few became the sacrifice of the heavy infantry.

  More orcs were driven away by the flames, and they went crazy and seized the boats on the road, and even slapped butcher knives on their own people.

  No, in the eyes of the orcs, the orcs of other clans can't actually be regarded as their own.

   On the warship that had just left the port, Orgrim watched this scene and was speechless for a long time.

   "Varok, what would have happened if I had ordered the Blackrock clan to disembark and fight the humans desperately?"

   "The Warchief, from what I know about the human named McDonald Stratholme, he will withdraw without looking back. Humans have a large number of carriages, and they move faster than ours."

   I have to say that the one who knows you best is always your enemy.

   At least the later High Overlord Saurfang was right. If Orgrim did this, McDonald would definitely retreat with a smile, and then continue to let the army travel thousands of meters a day, slowly strangling the main force of the orcs.

   The air of the whole port was filled with the sickening pungent smell of gunpowder, which stimulated the orcs' sense of smell and taste.

   And the sky-high fire and smoke swept away the clouds, and when they blended with the surrounding scene, a flame vortex seemed to be produced in the center, and this vortex was slowly swallowing the life of the orcs that were still left.

   It's like a **** noose that's choking the orcs.

   The orcs in the port have lost their will to fight, although their numbers are no less than the population troops outside the port. When the mortar fired incendiary bombs to seal the entrance and exit of Yangfan Harbor with flames, every orc's heart was full of despair

   Their courage is meaningless in the face of continuous flames, and even humans do not need to attack, as long as they keep smashing mortar shells, they can all be burned to death.

  Yangfan Port is a deep-water port. Once out of the wharf, the water depth can easily submerge an orc.

   Even so, there are still many orcs scorched by fire, even knowing that they can't swim, they still scream and jump into the water.

   At this time, dozens of ships still in the port were broken, and the port had turned into a cage for imprisoning life.

   Orgrim couldn't bear to read it any longer, but one existence caught his attention.

   On a hill to the southwest of Yangfan Port, a continuous stream of torches suddenly lit up, illuminating the top of the hill as if it were daylight.

   Even though he was four or five hundred meters away, Orgrim still saw the Stratholme battle flag that made him resentful.

   It was a golden cup held by two crossed swords.

  Since Stratholme is the headquarters of the Church of the Holy Light, also known as the Holy City, the Stratholme family in this parallel world changed their family crests to this three generations ago.

   Therefore, it is also called [Holy Grail Battle Flag]!

   Orgrim squinted, staring at the too young human under the banner.

  McDonald felt in his heart, he knew that Orgrim might be on a certain ship ahead, he smiled and pointed to his own battle flag above his head, and then cut his throat.

   "Orcs! Remember to walk around when you see my battle flag in the future, otherwise... Dead Orcs are the best Orcs!"

——

  ps, I want to emphasize that the wrong use of 【有】and 【得】 is the pot of bit mother transcoding, and I can't help it for the time being.

   (end of this chapter)