After being a king for a long time, you will always think a lot.
Will Mrs. Morgan have any ideas if she comes forward rashly? Will the show of force arouse the resentment of the Morgan consortium? Will the annihilation of this orc force lead to large-scale revenge from the tribe? Etc., etc.
However, Carlos then thought, it's none of my business!
I have plans for you, and you have expectations for me. We all have eyes on each other, but we haven't done anything serious yet. Why do we think so much about you?
Although the commander of the Morgan Militia is named Julius, he is not a guy with explosive force. Even the captain of the guard was a head taller than him. In front of Carlos, Julius stuttered a bit.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, go ahead and attack. You might be ambushed..."
"What are you afraid of?"
Carlos brought two sets of armor with him on this trip. One was for showing off. It had a silver-white base and dark blue trim. It had a low-key connotation and a luxurious look. The other set is a dark full-body armor that was melted down and reforged from captured orc weapons in the King's City of Lordaeron. Due to process problems, even if a mage helped to raise the furnace temperature, the minerals from the alien planet still could not be completely smelted. In the end, this set of armor was completed using arcane shaping under the guidance of a craftsman who made candy figures.
Light-absorbing, cracked, and ferocious sharp corners are not the style of any race in Azeroth at all, but this piece of armor looks like a joke, making every warrior who sees it unable to help but breathe cold air———— -On the battlefield, the appearance that makes the enemy fearful is itself part of the strength.
"There may be an ambush force behind the orcs."
Perhaps it was the contempt in Carlos's voice that aroused the commander's fighting spirit, and Julius stopped stuttering.
"It doesn't matter. Even if it does, it won't be possible to reach the battlefield in a short time."
Carlos is not ready to fight as soon as his head is hot. The small orc force had selected a position and set up a catapult. There was no obstruction for two kilometers around. Even if there was an ambush, Carlos was confident that he could withdraw before being surrounded.
You can be arrogant, but you can't be stupid. This is the law of survival on the battlefield.
"But that's two hundred orcs!"
Julius begged. The other party is the king of the Alterac Kingdom of Lordaeron, and he has hundreds of thousands of people under his command. How could something happen in his own hands?
"Ha, I accept your concern. It's better to take back your worries. It's time to show you what the Alliance's army looks like. Let you see why we can defeat the orcs in Hillbrad. .Look carefully, humans are the masters of this land, not orcs. Your Duke Lothar will be back soon."
As soon as he finished speaking, Brian Bronzebeard jumped out.
"Carlos, I couldn't find any armor that fit me, so I chose a pair carefully. Come on, let's teach those green-skinned and black-skinned guys a lesson."
Brian Bronzebeard may not be as proficient in combat skills as his two brothers, but as a dwarf and an explorer, Brian's combat effectiveness is definitely not bad.
For example, a peace-loving person's chest experienced 36c, 37e, and 39g. The archaeologist Lao Moumou, who finally shrunk back to 34d, focused on opposing the Holy Trinity.
Another example is Anna Jones, an archaeologist who is good at using a whip, chatting and laughing with the Pharaoh, drinking water from the Holy Grail, and dying along the way.
I have to mention that Master Drake, who has discovered Uncharted Sea many times, bombing and sinking wherever he goes, is also an archaeologist on the surface.
Therefore, Carlos has never underestimated the fighting ability of the Kaikai King, nor will he laugh at his ill-fitting attire.
"Of course, I fought alongside Muradin in Lordaeron. Now it's your turn. Has the hammer been checked?"
"Intact."
"Has Tomahawk been inspected?"
"Still sharp."
"Then, let's go and tell those orcs. The Alliance is coming and we are back."
Ordinary people are still ordinary people when they put on armor and hold weapons, and warriors are still warriors even when they are bare-handed.
After the fall of Stormwind City, human life in the Elwynn region was very difficult, and the Morgan Militia took the opportunity to absorb a large number of people. But there was no time. There are no conditions for adequate training, and living materials are scarce. These militiamen stationed at the sentry posts do not have much fighting will. Joining the Morgan Militia Group is just a group to survive.
The huge gap in status prevented others from speaking out in front of Carlos. When Carlos stood up from the wooden box he was sitting on, the others couldn't help but suck in the cold air.
What a burly body, what a terrifying pressure, what a terrifying momentum.
"Your Majesty, since I can't dissuade you, at least let me follow you into battle."
Julius sighed helplessly.
"You are the commander of this post, and your mission is to ensure the safety of this post. After you have fulfilled your most basic obligations, you can do anything."
Carlos didn't mean to find fault, but just discussed the matter, but when he said this, Julius was very embarrassed and embarrassed. After all, he had not agreed to take the initiative to fight before.
The orcs had to assume that the catapult would not take more than a few minutes. After Carlos's preparations were completed, the orcs were still making preparations.
Quietly descending from the tunnel trench hidden behind the rock to the mountainside, Carlos couldn't help but admire this magical terrain and strange design.
When going down the mountain, a few thick wooden boards can save the charging troops the trouble of detours, but when going up the mountain, they have to walk in a zigzag manner. There is a reason why Morgan Post can persist for so long under the attack of the orcs.
It should have been nine o'clock in the morning, and Carlos was waiting for the first round of the orcs' school shooting.
It is not easy to load large trebuchets. After the catapults in the back row are launched, the impact of the troops will not be threatened by the orc catapults.
Why?
Because the trebuchet is not a ballista, in addition to the maximum range, there is also a minimum range.
Morgan's sentry is high up in the sky, and when the orcs deploy the catapult, they must dig out a slope or pile up a slope of earth so that the catapult can raise its head.
"Here it comes, get ready and charge!"
As the huge burning stone passed over the head with a trail of smoke and hit the earthen wall of Morgan Post with a loud bang, the elite soldiers from Alterac rushed out from the hidden trench.
"Follow and kill those orcs!"
Regardless of whether he was sincere or not, Julius still led more than two hundred people to follow Carlos.
But soon, Julius discovered something surprising. That is, Carlos's soldiers in heavy armor actually ran faster than his militiamen in light armor.
At first, Julius thought it was because his men were xenophobic and fearful of death, so he deliberately slowed down. But soon. Julius found that he could not catch up.
How can you fight after such a drain on your physical strength? The power of the orcs is so great that humans are at a disadvantage when fighting them. They can only find opportunities to kill the enemy by moving a lot, which is very draining of physical strength.
Just when Julius was confused. On the front line, Carlos's Guards Corps has already fought against the orcs.
"This is impossible!"
The scene imagined by many members of the Morgan Militia did not appear. The orc soldiers did not swing away the humans they faced with a battle axe, but instead were held up by their weapons.
"This is impossible!"
The orc, who was suppressed by Carlos, let out the same wail.
"Everything is possible!"
His right hand changed direction to grasp the handle, and Carlos broke through the orc's defense with an upward move. The arcane ax's blade slipped heavily, ending his life in the astonishment of his opponent.
The battle was almost one-sided towards the humans. Although the orcs still fought bravely without fear of death, the alliance elites coming from the north were by no means the remnants of Stormwind City they usually dealt with, not to mention that they themselves were the decoy troops responsible for luring the enemy.
On the distant mountains. The orc swordmaster who was responsible for observing the battle had red eyes and was furious because his old enemy from Draenor prevented him from sending a signal. The five hundred orcs on the back of the mountain were resting, unaware that their brothers were being slaughtered in front of them.
"Flat-haired bastard, suffer death!"
"One-eyed bitch, can you do that?"
The Juggernaut from the Blood Cave Clan and Terokk's bodyguard Arcandis are fighting on the top of the mountain. Arcandis's fist blade, which is similar to a triple dagger, has left two wounds on the Juggernaut's body.
"When we conquer this world, we will definitely go back and wipe out you bunch of birdmen!"
There is no joy at all in meeting an old friend in a foreign land. Old and new hatreds came together, and the sword master was furious.
"I've actually always been curious. Don't you know how much influence one eye has on a battle? You bitch with only half the field of vision. What gave you the confidence to defeat me?"
Ashkandi mocked mercilessly.
He never dared to underestimate the sword masters among the orcs. They were all powerful warriors. However, the Blood Cave Clan, the old enemy of the arakkoa, had sacrificed an eye to predict the future. These orcs might have an advantage in legion operations. , but when fighting against each other, the disadvantage of one eye is so obvious.
Especially when facing opponents with high agility.
"Have you forgotten the defeat in the Tanarion Jungle? The arakkoa empire is a thing of the past. Anyone who fights against the Horde will die!"
Although the sword master was at a disadvantage, he did not panic and fought back mercilessly.
"The battle you are referring to? Is it the one where I killed sixteen orcs or the one where nineteen orcs were killed? Doesn't it mean the time when I attacked the camp at night and cut seventy-five necks?"
Ashkandi laughed arrogantly in a hoarse voice, but his men showed no mercy.
The competition between speed and speed, the confrontation between strength and strength. As the supreme warrior among the orcs, the Sword Master felt extremely frustrated.
It's not obvious when there are comrades around, but when facing an enemy, especially an evenly matched opponent, the disadvantage in vision is infinitely magnified.
He tried to take out the "Blessed Blood" from his waist to strengthen himself, but the arakkoa's offensive continued, leaving him with no time to spare.
Sword Masters are also arrogant. Are you moving quickly? Then I will be faster than you!
[Invincible Slash]! The sword master took a fierce breath, the blade turned into liquid light, and struck thirteen blows in one second.
Ashkandi was always on guard. The blessing from Rukhma stirred up his whole body, with a golden brilliance. He resisted thirteen blows from the orc sword master with his fist blade, and finally left a mark on the broad chest of the orc sword master. Inflicted a fatal wound.
It's fun to show off for a while, then lie down on the bed afterwards. Ashkandi, who had eaten a full set of Invincible Slash, felt uncomfortable and knelt down on one knee, breathing heavily.
"The arakkoa will not end well. I will rest in peace in the land of my ancestors, and you will only be burned to ashes by the anger of the tribe."
Using the last of his life force to utter a vicious curse, the orc swordmaster closed his eyes unwillingly.
Ashkandi turned his head to look at the fighting situation of the humans on the other side, breathed a sigh of relief, and stood up slowly.
"Thugs, only the innocent shall sleep in peace."
The Crow Man spat blood foam, flapped his wings and flew away from the top of the mountain. (To be continued.)
