A few minutes later, icy winds blew simultaneously from dozens of wizard towers near the east wall. This cold wind suddenly blew over the moat, and in just a dozen seconds, the more than five-kiloter-long east moat was completely frozen.
"Wow!" The orcs wading in the moat were killed instantly. They suddenly found that the slower they walked, the colder they beca. Originally, they didn't feel the water pressure, but now the strong pressure squeezed their chests, forcing every breath of air out of their lungs.
Uncomfortable, cold, and desperate!
At least two thousand orcs froze to death in the frozen moat.
Standing proudly in the tallest magic tower, Silvermoon Council mber Marian looked at the magic tower in front of her, which was used purely for attack, with a bit of disdain.
"It's only a 100% increase... Forget it, it's better than nothing. I can't expect any good stuff from this place with a poor magical civilization." After mumbling to herself, Marian smiled coldly and imdiately used magic to communicate with all her subordinates: "In the na of Quel'dorei! Frozen Forest"
In the magic communication network, the voices of hundreds and thousands of high elf wizards rang out at the sa ti.
"In the na of the Quel'dorei—"
The next mont, all the magic towers in the eastern part of Lordaeron's capital moved. The first to emit a soft white light was from the spire of the magic tower near the palace.
The atmosphere was vibrating, and white frost elents could be seen condensing into snowflake-sized points of light, rapidly converging toward the various magic towers.
A tower is built by piling up small amounts of sand.
Water gathers to form a river.
All rivers flow into the sea.
The magic tower violently extracted water elents from the entire city, and then transmitted the water elents to the magic tower near the city wall with a beam of light visible to the naked eye.
Princess Calia, standing on the balcony, was surprised to see a huge white network forming over the entire DC area, which looked like a huge spider web at first glance.
Gather!
Cohesion!
sublimation!
Seeing so many magic towers emitting white light outside the city, Orgrim instinctively shouted: "Gul'dan——"
The only answers he got were the stunned expressions of the guards around him and the sound of the lonely wind.
Yes! Gul'dan is not here.
The only two Horde groups that could fight against the Alliance Mages, the Shadow Council Warlocks and the Two-Headed Ogre Mages, were not here. The forr was destroyed by Orgrim, and the latter... the Ogre Mages, who should have co to join them long ago, were not here either.
Orgrim subconsciously had a bad feeling.
At this mont, he could only grit his teeth and watch as the warriors of the Blackrock Clan endured the terrifying legion-level magic that was about to descend with their flesh and blood.
Only at this ti could Orgrim more clearly feel the importance of the tribal warlocks and mages whom he loved and hated.
It's all too late.
Frozen Forest has been activated!
The moat was an important part of the entire defense line. This moat, which was dug along the edge of the city and brought in water from Lake Lordare, suddenly attacked the orcs.
Countless crystal clusters were like icy hedgehogs, arching their spiked backs in the miles-long moat. The ice spikes pierced countless orc warriors who had been killing wantonly and unleashing their savagery and violence just a mont ago.
The thick iron armor still couldn't block the sharpness of the ice spikes, and the body, whose life had not yet been completely lost, trembled and twitched on the ice spikes.
The next mont, almost everyone on the defense line saw the frozen forest that looked like an execution rack, turning the entire defense line into a crystal clear cruel work of art, with blood everywhere...
The orcs were all stunned for a mont. The city of Lordaeron was simply covering itself with a hedgehog shell ard to the teeth.
This was not the end, Halduron Brightwing and Lor'themar Theron raised their longbows high.
With the bow drawn and arrow drawn, two streaks of erald green light drew two beautiful arcs in the sky.
A second later, the sound of bowstrings rang out from the high towers across the city - all the Lordaeron soldiers who were stunned on the city walls saw a black cloud rising at high speed into the air, casting the sky into a dark haze, and then the black cloud stopped at the highest point and poured down on them.
Unlike humans who use arrow density to make up for lack of accuracy, this dark cloud is actually a combination of precise shooting and covering shooting.
At Duke's insistence, the rangers sent by the elves this ti used steel arrows made by the Bronzebeard dwarves of Ironforge. After the rangers spent a few days getting used to it, the damage was greatly improved.
It can be seen that many orcs were shot through the vital parts even after they dodged and blocked. For example, one guy clearly blocked his face and throat with his arms, but was shot through the helt from the side and directly into the temple, killing him.
As both sides stared in amazent, there was no longer a single living orc within thirty ters across the moat.
attack?
Or not attack?
This is a serious problem.
"We can't retreat! We must attack! If we miss today, we may never have another chance to easily capture the core capital of the Alliance." Orgrim roared.
His plan was correct.
After much hardship, he finally found an opportunity to strike hard at the core kingdom of the Alliance, and he couldn't just give it up. After the brief ecstasy of destroying Alterac, Orgrim finally realized that it would not work without destroying the resistance of humans, elves, and dwarves.
There are ten countries in the Alliance, seven human kingdoms, two dwarf kingdoms and one high elf. Today, when the Horde's combat power does not have an absolute advantage, a protracted war has beco sothing the Horde does not want to see.
the Horde was rapidly weakening, and Orgrim knew that if the Alliance could not be defeated within this year and the siege turned into a mopping-up campaign, the Horde would likely be counterattacked and lose all the conquered territories.
Orgrim winked at Samuro, then waved to the two troll chieftains, and imdiately sent all the trolls and the Blademaster of the Burning Blade clan forward.
Trolls and elves have been fighting for thousands of years, and they know each other well. In a simple shooting match, trolls have never been inferior to elven rangers. Thousands of trolls, under the cover of hundreds of orc warriors holding human tower shields, fearlessly approached the city wall and started shooting at the elven rangers on the high ground.
The powerful javelins were shot at the tower with a montum that almost defied gravity. Even if they missed, they would still cause a shower of stones to fly everywhere. The elven rangers had to avoid their sharp edge and use the shooting holes of the human arrow tower to fight back against the trolls.
As a result, both the field of view and the field of view are seriously affected.
At the sa ti, those extrely agile orc Blademasters jumped onto the top of the city wall from the gaps in the ice crystal forest in just a few steps, crossed the city wall, and aid at the elven mages in the magic tower and killed them.
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