In three hours, the orcs approached the coast again and again, and were beaten back by humans with crossbows again and again.

A young human soldier and another companion struggled to pull the crossbow, and sweat dripped along his chin on the crossbow below.

"The soul is light, the orcs are so scattered, and it's really a waste of energy to kill a green skin by pulling a crossbow once."

Another soldier quickly loaded a crossbow arrow, moved out of position, and gasped and said, "Who said no, they were satisfied with a piece of meat skewers at the beginning."

At this time, the crossbowman began to adjust the angle. The first soldier looked at the messy sea and said, "These green skins are like they can't be killed. When will they be the first?"

"Second row, shoot." The officer's order came.

Buzz...

The crossbow arrow shot out like lightning, directly exploding the head of an orc, and then nailed it through a fast boat in the distance, and all the orcs above fell into the sea.

The second soldier pulled the giant crossbow again and gritted his teeth and said, "That's right, I don't know if I can win this time."

"Get out of here, just say despair. The war commanded by the deputy commander failed that time, and I was worried about it. Do your business well, and you can change the guards in three waves." The crossbowman scolded them with displeasure.

The crossbowman who had not spoken had a sweat and said, "The deputy commander is naturally invincible. Otherwise, at the age of the deputy commander, how could he subdue these epics with the strength of the hero level? Even if he was less than the third level, he would have chased General Aurelia, who had already been an epic powerhouse. Tsk tsk. If I could..."

"You bastards are here to fight or chat. The deputy general wise and Shenwu still needs you little soldiers to say, hurry up and restore your physical strength." A captain interrupted the chat of several people.

The orcs were to attract their firepower to drag them down, so the orcs' fast boats were very loose. If the Alliance had not had sufficient military supplies, crossbows alone would not be enough.

Compared with the battle situation in the middle and eastern regions, the dock area is extremely tragic. Since the Void Walker and Orc Hunter Legion were mixed with the fast boat troops, the fishmen began to suffer casualties. Now three hours have passed, as the number of fishmen dies continues to increase, the front lines between both sides are also constantly spreading towards the coast.

The orcs' fast boats were endless, and the fishman troops were obviously unable to defend them. Moreover, after more than three hours of uninterrupted shooting, the Musket Legion was exhausted. The entire arms and hands became numb. The rate of fire was significantly slowed down a lot.

The orcs are costly. The shallow sea area in the wharf area is completely stained with blood. The entire sea surface is covered with broken fast boats and broken pieces of orcs. This place has become a pool of blood. As the sea water is turbid, the fighting power of the fish man has been significantly affected.

At the commanding height of the dock area, Scarkill appeared in front of Brad with blood. After three hours of continuous command and fighting, even if he was already in the hero level, he was very tired.

Scarkil gasped and said, "Master, no, no. The Fishman Legion can't hold back. The sea water below is turbid and you can't see anything clearly. You must be on the water surface to distinguish objects. However, the orc hunter on the water surface is too threatening, and the fishman army is damaged too quickly. I beg the Master to allow you to change your defense."

Brad did not rush to answer but looked at the sky. Then he looked at the pocket watch and said firmly: "It's not possible now. I don't care what method you use. Even if you block me with a corpse, you will have to intercept the orcs for an hour. Hurry up and go back to command the battle."

Scarkill wanted to tell it apart, but when he saw Brad's majestic cold face, he gritted his teeth and rushed towards the beach again.

Shortly after Scarkill left, Brad swept his eyes to Mante Fang and ordered: "Bald, go to the mechanical forces to stand by, ready to lead the mortars and the vehicular crossbows army to replace the Musketeers and the Fishermen."

"As for the order!" Mante Fang rushed down excitedly. Mante Fang always wanted to show his value in front of Brad. Seeing Scarkill fighting bloody battles in the sea, he could not wait for a few hours.

He only knows one truth. The more the master values ​​himself, the better life he and his tribe members will have. For the sake of the rise of the werewolves, it would be nothing even if he sacrificed some werewolves.

After receiving the order of Scarkill to fight to the death, the fish people went completely crazy. They desperately emerged to overthrow the orcs' fast boats. Now the Void Walker summoned by the warlock has been slaughtered by the fish people for the second time.

The orc hunters also kept shooting at the fishman with their heads exposed. The fourth-level fishman was fine, with fast reactions and few casualties. But the third-level one was different. They were hit by the head of the fishman with the glory of arcane. The number of people on both sides quickly decreased, and the fierce fighting entered a white-hot state.

An hour later, Scarkil used a dividing spike to block an arrow that emitted the arcane light and suddenly rushed out of the water. The sharp dividing spike penetrated into the chest of an orc, and threw the orc into the water with a casual swing, but he himself boarded the boat.

Ignore the hunter on the boat and bend his bow and arrow.

Oscillation wave

Scarkill's feet shook slightly, and countless cracks were trembling in the boat's hull. The boat shattered with a bang. The water-dividing spike in his hand pierced into the hunter's throat like a poisonous dragon. Then he suddenly pulled out, and accompanied by a blood arrow, the orc hunter fell into the turbid sea of ​​blood.

Dangdangdang...

Scarkil finally heard the signal of retreat. He quickly broke through the turbid sea water, avoided a hidden arrow, and stabbed the water-dividing spike into the back of the panicked orc like a ghost. It was not until this time that he let out a unique scream.

Even though the fishman in the water clearly heard the leader's retreat order, the already exhausted fishman quickly dived and dived towards the bottom of the sea.

The sea finally returned to a brief calm.

The orcs on the sea calmed down for a moment, looked at the sea stained with blood and shouted frantically: "For the tribe!"

"For the tribe!" All the orcs roared and drove quickly towards the coast.

The orc officers of the Iron Fleet cheered, and even the green flames in Gul'dan's eyes shone strangely with a light of joy.

"For more than four hours of fierce fighting, I finally have to gain a foothold on the coast."

Orgrim had no happy expression and silently stared at the orcs heading towards the coast.

"Does the great Hammer of Destruction also regret the dead warriors? You don't have to worry about it. You said it was right before. For the great cause of the tribe, their sacrifice was worth it." A chief who supported Orgrim comforted.

"The tradition of our tribe is to die in battle as its greatest glory. How could I be sad for our warriors?" He tightened the hammer with an arc flashing in his hand, and then said with a serious expression: "The alliance cannot allow us to seize the coast so easily."

"What the Chief means is that the alliance has a backup plan?"

"Look at it." Orgrim pointed to the mechanical forces that rushed to the coast. "The reason I started attacking in the afternoon was to test out the league and Jasper to get all the cards, and then gain a foothold at the dock at night. Of course, it would be better to land before dark."

The Musket Legion and the other two mechanical units quickly changed defenses, and at this time the orc's fast boat was already very close.

Mante's fangs cracked and his mouth widened, and he grinned: "First row, shoot."

Boom boom boom boom...

The fierce flames shone, and more than two thousand shells drew a parabola on the sea with flames, and then exploded among the orcs' fast boats. Countless columns of water suddenly rose on the sea surface, and for a moment, the sea surface was misty. Reflecting the bright sunlight, the entire battlefield suddenly showed various brilliant colors. In this beauty, countless fast boats and orcs were shattered, and the remaining limbs and broken wood were sputtered everywhere. Many vacuum areas appeared on the sea surface, and the orcs were slaughtered by violent explosions.

The crossbow machine has also been launched, and with the sound of breaking through the air, countless crossbow arrows began to rage among the orcs. The beastman who was originally as strong as a rainbow suddenly stopped.

Boom boom boom boom...

In the second row of the second row, the third row began to pour out continuously, and the violent blow finally knocked down the orcs' unremitting morale...

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