Chapter 180: Tin Grenade (The Sleepy Bear Mansion)

For two days in a row, the east and north walls of Stormwind were killing people. However, the people of Stormwind would never have thought that such a fierce terror war would only be a tribal test.
Correct! Just temptation.
During the time Duke and Anduin were away, it was Boval who was in charge of defense. Although he knows that the tribe is only sending out thousands of people to test in all directions, Berval has to go all out to fight.
The gap in individual combat power is too obvious.
There is a moat, a rampart, a city wall, an arrow tower, and a towering mountain package equipped with a trebuchet. Such a three-dimensional defense system only wipes out the disadvantages of humans and orcs in individual combat.
The battle was still very strenuous.
Because the 5-meter-high walls are still too short for these tall orcs and very unreasonable sportsmen.
Orgrim gave the black hand a clumsy and the most effective way, which immediately made Berval helpless.
The river meets the river, the wall ramps up.
The tribal warriors looked like pygmy eyes, but the tribal hard laborers who were all burly men in the eyes of humans carried a large number of rocks, rushed up with the deadly javelin rain, threw the stones into the moat and turned away. So repeatedly.
In just one day, almost a third of the moat dug out was filled.
The Duke of Berwal can hardly imagine what a terrible situation would be when human beings are forced to fight against these green-skinned monsters.
However, the biggest comfort is that Duke is back.
His strength alone is no less than half of the Royal Masters.
"Don't you really do it?" Lothar asked Duke on an arrow tower.
Duke shook his head: "No, I don't do anything, it's better for us."
"why?"
"Because our main opponent is the chief's deputy, Orgrim, and not the chief.
Lothar recalled that Garona had said the characteristics of the tribal chiefs and well-known figures, and remembered that Garona had said that Orgrim was more wise than other orcs, ‘that is a powerful orc warrior with shaman wisdom.’
Duke explained: "If I rely on my hand to save the field early, Orgrim will more quickly identify weaknesses on the line of defense. In fact, my final defense position is not this side, and this is always up to you. "
Lothar played with an iron goblet with a palm-length wooden handle: "Are you sure we can last 10 days with this thing?"
"I'm sure," Duke said resolutely.
"Well, I believe you."
Near the walls of the mountains, the roar of tribal war drums was everywhere.
Old Dem is a porter.
Except for one strength, the whole person is almost useless. He turned 50 and became a militia purely because he signed up for the militia regiment in exchange for a ticket for his daughter and grandson's departure.
Lying on the battlements, Old Dem was half sunken when he supported the hair, apparently a helmet taken off the dead man's head, and looked tremblingly.
Beside him is his old neighbor Carna, a baker. Kana kept whispering, "Are you here? Are you here?"
Old Demu watched the huge torrent of green figures rushing to the moat, his hair straightened in his heart: "Wait, not yet.
Looking at the green giants with horrible faces and long fangs, Old Dem's heart trembled.
At this time, the kingdom soldiers who supervised them suddenly shouted, "The militia, ready to throw that thing. It is forbidden to open the lower cover until I give an order!"
Old Dem and Kana were nervous for a while.
"Calm down! Wait for those greenskins to attack ..."
Looking at the signal flag on the command tower behind the city wall, when the red flag fell, each kingdom soldier shouted in unison: "It is now!"
Old Dem hastily pulled the cover under the wooden handle in accordance with the steps taught beforehand.
Suddenly, the fireworks of "Dora Dora" ignited in the hair of the wooden handle. Most of the people are illiterate and don't know that it is called a lead.
"Throw it out hard!"
The commander's violent drinking made many people miss, and directly threw these strange wooden sticks with iron tins into the moat below.
Many more idiots accidentally dropped this thing on the battlements. It was also the soldiers in charge who supervised their eyes, and rounded the thing to the other side of the moat.
A few seconds later, when those horrible green skins ran to the moat carrying big stones.
The continuous explosion of "Bang Bang" made both humans and orcs dumbfounded.
This day, this moment is memorable.
Because for the first time in the history of Azeroth, a hot weapon appeared. Although it is a very unreliable goblin product, [Iron Grenade] this big killer will be forever recorded in history.
What dodge, what hard resistance, in the face of such hot weapons beyond the times, the orc's hard work seems meaningless. The orc laborers behind him can only watch their fellow citizens be defeated.
"Boom!"
With the continuous explosions, it was the iron pieces flying low due to the explosive explosives that caused the terrible secondary killing to the hard work wearing only a thin coat and even the upper body. Even nearly ten meters outside the blast range, some laborers were cut to death by the shrapnel that had blown up.
The first batch of iron grenades not only harvested the lives of all orc laborers on the river bank in an instant, but also some grenades that just exploded when they fell into the water also blasted into the sky.
In the face of such horror and so puzzling horror, the orc laborers began to shake. They gave up their duties and forgot that there was an oversight team not far behind. They dropped the stones that should be smashed into the moat and turned. Just run.
However, most of them didn't run too far, and they were all chopped to death by the orc oversight team that swept up.
"What is that !?" Orgrim exclaimed.
"Let's get on the second wave!"
The second group of bitter laborers screamed and wept, being forced up by orc soldiers with machete axes. However, the green array collapsed again after another batch of weird wooden crickets suddenly dropped on the city wall.
The hard laborers collapsed earlier than their compatriots who had died before, almost at the moment the explosion sounded, and the last group of them began to run back. In order to escape the death brought to them by the Warlords, they even waved the boulder in their hands in an attempt to resist.
Of course, they were chopped in a pool of blood without exception.
"What the is that !?" Orgrim growled. (To be continued.)