Brad was busy commanding the troops at the dock to withdraw the Jade Corps last night. He didn't find a place to take a break until three or four in the morning. However, he felt like a big stone was pressed down and couldn't sleep well. He kept having nightmares. He seemed to have returned to his previous life and experienced the tragedy again.

The Moors' determination to die, the sadness of Morgana's farewell, Xiao Wei's pure but thoughtful face, those so-called brothers...

Scenes of the past came to Brad's heart again after a year of silence.

When he woke up, he found himself lying in Aurelia's arms. What was rare in Aurelia's wild eyes was endless tenderness. She was using her handkerchief to wipe the sweat on her head.

After taking a deep breath of the turbid air that was still smelling blood, he held Aurelia's hand tightly, then stood up and strode away.

When the sky was dawn, the city defense situation was checked for the last time. The convoy was urgently mobilized to move the residents near the wall of the dock area to other areas. When everything was done, the sun was already rising high.

Brad stood quietly on the city wall, his body as scattered as a pineapple, and a powerful pressure was emitting all over his body. His originally lazy temperament had disappeared, and even Aurelia was in Brad's position far away. Brad is now too oppressive, and other generals were also away from him and dared not approach him.

Brad looked at the orc's position like a thousand-year-old ice. Today's battle is another battle that involves Jade leading the life and death. He can only win, not lose. Although his opponent is unprecedentedly powerful this time, he will never allow the tragedy of the previous life to happen again.

Little Moli, who always brings joy like a elves, cares for herself very much, and even practices Morgana who can sacrifice herself to save herself. She has always been loyal and silently paid, and countless villagers who have finally lived a little richer Jade Leadership. In order for them to be unable to defeat themselves, the orcs must die.

Now the Alliance Army on the Eastern Front has been divided into two parts. All the troops led by Jasper and the elite troops of the Alliance Army have all withdrawn from the old city and deployed defenses between the old city and the dock area.

Mor and Dassauhan were stationed in the central and western defense zones respectively. The orcs were still attacking the coastline continuously, dragging the two armies tightly. The orcs also divided their troops into two groups to restrain the alliance's headquarters and the Western Front Army. The main force had already gained a foothold in the barrier.

The orcs in the central front and the dock area also confronted each other through fortifications, and no one took the initiative to attack. The number of people on the alliance was weaker than the tribe, so they did not dare to act rashly, otherwise the orcs in the dock area and the sea would be at risk of destruction at any time.

Orcs in the dock area will not rashly attack the central army, otherwise they will also have to deal with enemies from both directions. Moreover, the main purpose of the orcs is to eliminate the Jade Corps and open up passages to the hilly areas. If the central army does not take action, they will naturally be too lazy to take action. If they really attack the Western Front first, with the orcs' advantage, Orgrim will be confident of taking down the central army, but it will inevitably take one to two days. At that time, when attacking the old city, before capturing the old city, the alliance reinforcements will arrive, and the orcs' operation will be completely defeated.

Brad and many alliance generals naturally knew that fighting the Central Army and the main force of the tribe was a way to fight to the death. This method was too cruel and would consume a large number of soldiers. They tacitly did not propose this seemingly correct strategy. Therefore, now the fleet at the Orcs sea restrained the Alliance troops in the other two places, and the Orcs and the Central Army confronted each other.

After all the troops withdrew from Jasper Corps, the catapults and artillery were also withdrawn, but due to too much fuel, the fire burned until dawn. The first thing Orgrim did when he woke up was to order the orcs to put out the fire. After failing to try to put out the fire with sea water, the orcs' hard workers began to use the stupid method of sand and soil to put out the fire in the dock area bit by bit.

It was not until the sun was over that the orcs completed the project. Looking at the Alliance Army, who had been standing neatly on the city wall to prepare for war, Orgrim ordered the tribe's army to slowly approach the old city.

As the orcs lined up their formations and walked out of the barrier, the strings in the hearts of the Alliance troops on the city wall also began to tense.

Brad suddenly turned around and ordered: "Arson preparation, hunters and musketeers are in place, and the rolling stones are ready."

Brad's orders were kept shouting and spreading out by the messengers, and the Alliance began to move.

Orgrim stepped out of the orcs, his hideous eyes were like a bloodthirsty beast. The warhammer with an electric arc flashing in his hand pointed at Brad, and shouted loudly: "Damn human, it's time to repay your blood debt to the orcs. I will definitely level your territory and extract your soul to relieve my hatred."

"This is exactly what I want to tell you. I will take the leader of you and hang it on the city tower to comfort me countless human beings' wronged souls." Brad's eyes were filled with murderous aura. He took out the rune shotgun and quickly loaded a red bullet. He did not aim at it at all, and quickly pulled the trigger.

The red bullets shot at Orgrim like lightning.

When Brad took out the shotgun, Orgrim was vigilant, but even Orgrim's strength was difficult to capture the trajectory of the bullet. He only blocked the hammer in his hand in front of his head with countless life-and-death battles.

bite……

The sound of a bullet and a warhammer colliding spread throughout the battlefield.

The devil's plan was just like this. Orgrim sneered in his heart, but the next moment he suddenly shook his heart, and an ominous premonition came. With his instinct, he quickly protected his head with his hands.

A huge explosion occurred when the bullet was bounced away.

boom……

A blue fire ball suddenly exploded, and Orgrim was hit hard by the air wave and flew backwards. He hit the ground several times before stopping.

"Great Chief." "Great Chief." "Save the Chief quickly." The senior generals changed their faces and ran over to help Orgrim up. Now Orgrim's body is pitch black and exudes a burnt smell of flesh. The long hair and thick beard, which were originally full of majesticity, had been turned into ashes by the high temperature, and looked extremely embarrassed, without the majesty of the chief.

Orgrim was so angry that his whole body was trembling. He knew that if he had not had the high quality of his warhammer and his fighting will to knock the bullet away, even if he was shot with the strong physique of the epic powerhouse, he would have been seriously injured even if he did not die.

This is a bullet specially made by Brad using the essence of the explosion flame crystal as the material, plus the newly understood flame rune array and amplification array. Because of the rare material and the difficulty of engraving runes, he only has three.

Orgrim rudely pushed the generals who were holding him away, and a large amount of white air kept spraying out of his nose, obviously extremely angry.

Bastard, a damn human, actually made me look so ugly in front of my subordinates, and it was unforgivable, and it was really unforgivable. He felt that his lungs were about to burst into anger, and his whole body was covered in stagnation, and he was like charcoal. How could he not be angry?

Especially the Alliance troops on the city walls, laughing one by one, holding back and cheering loudly, which made him feel endless humiliation and his face became hot. Only by killing them all can he wash away the shame of today.

He raised the hammer with a trembling arc, his eyes were about to be on fire, and he shouted loudly: "Kill me!"

Gul'dan was also afraid, what would happen if the bullet targeted him? Hearing Orgrim's order, he knew that the chief was really crazy this time, and the order was so vague. He quickly added: "The Third Army of Hard Workers, set up a soft lock on the city wall for me, and the catapult was ready to push into the battlefield to cover the Hard Workers. Be prepared to crash and attack the enemy city gate at any time."

After attacking Stormwind City, they had a preliminary understanding of the siege battle. They had their own strategy, which was to use trenchers to protect the cannon fodder army from a long range to set up magic iron hook locks on the city wall, and then sent elite soldiers to attack the city wall. After the two sides were in a stalemate, they sent a collision car to constantly attack the other party's city gate.

"For the tribe!" The commander in charge of leading the cannon fodder army held the war hammer tightly and pointed in the direction of the Jade Leader, shouting loudly.

"For the tribe!" The hardworking army shouted in unison, and ten thousand people rushed out in dispersion. They were also as imposing as rainbows. In the tribe tradition, as long as hardworking makes merit, they can get rid of hardworking and become an ordinary beast soldier. Although the hope is slim, for single-line orcs, this motivation is enough to make them work hard. (To be continued. Please search for astronomy, the novel is better, updated and faster!)
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