Volume 5: King of the Mountain Chapter 290: Empty City Strategy and Street Children
Looking at the pitch-black Frostwolf territory before them, the princes looked at each other in bewilderment.
Victor (Prince of Alterac): "What do you think is going on? Is there an ambush?"
Darkseid (Prince of Alterac): "What an ambush, I think it's just a bluff, an empty city plan."
God of War Lu Bu (Prince of Alterac): "This orc can also use the empty city plan? That's ridiculous."
The First Military Advisor (Prince of Alterac): "Orcs can't do that, but players can. Maybe an orc player came up with this trick to trick us."
Darabonba (Prince of Alterac): "I think the orcs may have fled. Durotan is dead, what are they waiting for?"
Sigurd (Prince of Alterac): "Brother Aidan, what do you think?" Sigurd said and looked at Murphy.
Everyone turned their eyes over as well.
Strength is respected among players. In today's battle, the reputation of Storm Dragon King Aidandelon was fully demonstrated. In the past, everyone had meetings together with laughter, and there was no distinction between high and low.
But with this move today, we can see the level of the players.
Among these princes, Murphy is undoubtedly the strongest one. Even though their ranks are not much different, in the game of Sky World, the difference in strength between heroes is often huge, and there is no balance at all. Murphy's character is undoubtedly so strong that it affects the balance of the game.
If you are strong, your words will naturally carry weight.
Murphy didn't care much about whether there was an ambush or not. An ambush also depends on strength. They now have an army of 60,000, and the remaining orcs have at most 10,000 or 20,000 troops, and their morale has suffered a severe blow. Even if they suddenly attack, they will have no chance of winning.
Aidan (Prince of Alterac): "No matter if there is an ambush or not, just rush in and take a look. Brother, I will go first, and you guys follow."
After saying that, he transformed into a storm dragon, shocking the surrounding knights so much that they retreated.
Everyone was shocked when they saw the gorgeous dragon with purple dragon scales and lightning in its eyes. Although they already knew that Murphy had the ability to transform into a dragon during the day, they had not witnessed the process with their own eyes. In addition, the dragon was flying in the sky, so the feeling was not so intuitive.
Seeing it with their own eyes at this moment still shocked the princes, and Arthas was full of envy. Only those who possess such power are truly strong.
But he was not bad either. He touched the "A Song of Ice and Fire" on his back. If there was really an ambush, he could try out the power of this two-handed sword.
At this time, Murphy had already flown directly into the valley.
It's not that he is too confident. The Storm Dragon King has more than 50,000 health points, so he is not afraid of an ambush. Moreover, the BOSS is not susceptible to control. Apart from Durotan's extremely effective entrapment that can control him, no skills of the Frostwolf Clan have been found to be able to stop him.
Murphy didn't fly too high, he was completely parallel to the cliffs and arrow towers on both sides of the valley. However, there was no movement around him as he flew all the way in. Murphy thought to himself, could it be that all the orcs had really run away?
While thinking in his mind, he had already flown to the end of the valley. He landed directly on the top of the tallest orc fortress in the valley. With a loud bang, a giant dragon with a body length of more than 30 meters lay on the fortress like a huge statue.
Looking down at the valley, Murphy let out an inviting dragon roar towards the coalition forces on the other side of the valley.
Seeing that Murphy was not attacked, the princes immediately sent out the vanguard troops to search, and then they led their troops into the camp in the valley.
However, just as the army was gradually approaching the orc fortress, orc figures suddenly appeared out of nowhere in the surrounding camps.
The people appeared almost in an instant, and torches lit up instantly, illuminating the entire orc camp. The figures of shamans, hunters, and warlocks appeared on the arrow towers.
And from the surrounding tents and barracks, groups of orc warriors and orc assassins rushed out.
“Kill!”
"For the tribe!"
"Lokta-Oga!"
The battle broke out in an instant. Orcs rushed towards the coalition forces from buildings on all directions and launched long-range attacks from the arrow towers from high above.
The coalition forces that were attacked were in chaos for a short while, but they soon stabilized their formation and engaged in a melee with the surrounding orcs.
Murphy was a little surprised that there really was an ambush.
He spewed out a bolt of lightning, killing several orcs on an arrow tower not far away.
He hurriedly swung his dragon's tail again, sweeping down two orc thieves who climbed up the fortress and wanted to backstab him.
He watched the fighting around him and was not in a hurry to join the battle. However, as he watched, he realized that something seemed wrong. These orcs who suddenly appeared were all adventurers, and there was not a single plot character.
Murphy casually killed a few more orc adventurers, then looked at their experience points, only over a hundred each. He was too lazy to take any action.
In less than half an hour, thousands of ambushing adventurers were killed.
There were buildings ablaze by war everywhere. The soldiers rushed into the orcs' tents, fortresses, and barracks, looting everything they could.
Most of them are not good things, just some building materials, iron ingots, furs and other junk.
In the middle of the camp, several orc adventurers were dragged up.
Funny and handsome guy - level 17 Shaman, cute monster - level 19 Warrior, professional jungler - level 24 Hunter, and Broken Blade - level 23 Assassin.
Most of these orcs fought to the death, and only a few of them could be captured.
Arthas picked up an orc and said, "Tell me, where did all those orcs go?"
Cute-faced monster (Warrior): "Hahaha, I won't tell you, you despicable Alliance dogs, come at me if you want to kill me. If I frown, I'm not a real man."
Darabongba (Prince of Alterac): "You are not a man, you are an orc."
Cute-faced monster (warrior): "It's all the same. I won't tell anyone anyway. The men in our tribe are all real men. Real men! Kill me if you can. I'll be a hero again in five minutes."
Murphy found it interesting and thought that he was actually quite good at acting.
He walked slowly forward, his huge body casting a huge shadow in the flames, and with it came a faint dragon might. The powerful sense of oppression made the orc warrior straighten his chest.
Aidandelon (Storm Dragon King): "Little orc, your courage surprises me, but are you really as brave as you say?" Murphy said as he slowly scratched the orc's chest with his huge dragon claws. The sharp dragon claws instantly cut through the breastplate, revealing the orc's green and strong chest. The blade-like dragon claws were enough to rip it open with just a single stroke.
Even though the orc warrior knew it was just a game, he still couldn't help but tremble.
Cute-faced monster (Warrior): "Evil dragon, you can't scare me. I have no fear of death. And don't think you can torture me. At worst, I'll just log off."
Aidan Delong (Storm Dragon King): "Haha, it seems you are very smart. Don't worry, I will not threaten you with these boring methods. Maybe we can make a deal."
In the huge dragon claw, there was a handful of gold coins.
"One hundred gold coins. As long as you tell me where those orcs went, the money will be yours."
The orc warrior just sneered.
Murphy thought to himself, "Okay, that's quite principled," but he looked at the other orcs.
"Well, the same conditions apply to you. We only need one source of information, so whoever asks first gets the money. If you're late, you'll have nothing. It's one hundred gold coins."
Broken Blade (Assassin): "Damn, you want to bribe us with just one hundred gold coins. Who are you looking down on?"
Professional Jungler (Hunter): "That's what I said, one hundred gold coins is definitely not enough."
Just when Arthas was beginning to admire the orcs in front of him -
Professional Jungler (Hunter): "It costs more money. At least one thousand gold coins. Give me one thousand gold coins and I will tell you where they went."
Alsace...
Murphy was not surprised at all, but he didn't want to be the sucker. One thousand gold coins was ten thousand yuan.
Ten thousand yuan is still too much to pay for a piece of information, especially in a buyer's market.
He turned his gaze towards the other orcs.
Cute-faced monster (Warrior): "Fuck, you traitor, you sold out the tribe for 1,000 gold coins, do you still have any shame?"
Professional Jungler (Hunter) "Sorry man, I play this game mainly for the money, I have a family to support."
Funny Handsome Guy (Shaman): "Five hundred gold coins. I only want five hundred gold coins."
Broken Blade (Assassin): "Fuck, you bastards, have you any principles? Three hundred gold coins, I only want three hundred gold coins. Give me the money first, and then I will tell you what happened."
After some bargaining among several orc adventurers, Murphy finally bought the information for 100 gold coins.
It turned out that three hours ago, after the Young Wolf Lord retreated from the front line, he immediately found Draca who stayed in the camp and demanded that the entire Frostwolf Clan be relocated.
Draka was still hesitating, but then Drek'Thar and Samuro came back and brought the news of the tribe's disastrous defeat. So they hit it off and the entire Frostwolf Clan took action.
Although they planned to retreat, they were not ready to leave the Alterac Mountains.
Several orc leaders discussed it and decided to retreat in different directions. They split into many small teams of one or two hundred people and retreated towards the surrounding valleys.
Anyway, the Alterac Mountains stretch for thousands of miles, and there are tens of thousands orcs hiding in the mountains. It is extremely difficult to catch them.
Before leaving, the Young Wolf Lord called on the adventurers to stay and ambush to buy time for the Frostwolf Clan to evacuate.
As a result, this impassioned speech actually encouraged many adventurers to stay and ambush.
It was the same wave of battle they had encountered before.
Murphy obtained the information and killed all the adventurers with a single slap of his claw.
The First Military Advisor (Prince of Alterac): "What should we do? Do you think we should give chase?"
God of War Lu Bu (Prince of Alterac): "Of course we have to chase them. Since they are scattered, we can defeat them one by one. There is no risk at all. Don't forget that the Frostwolf Clan also has three heroes: Draka, Drek'Thar, and Samuro. These are all plot points."
Darkseid (Prince of Alterac): "Oh, and Thrall."
Darabonba (Prince of Alterac): "Yes, yes, yes. Thrall must not be allowed to escape."
"Brother, who is Thrall?" Arthas asked curiously.
Aidan Deron (Storm Dragon King): "A young orc, he is the son of Durotan, has great potential, and is likely to become a powerful leader of the orcs in the future."
Arthas was a little puzzled. What kind of orc could be such a threat?
And how does big brother know about the future? Could he be a prophet?
Sigrit (Prince of Alterac): "The enemy has been running for several hours. It is probably difficult to catch up. I suggest that we split up and act separately. Those who want to continue the pursuit can receive 1,000 or 2,000 troops. Those who do not want to pursue can lead the militia back to Alterac."
The princes all thought it was a good idea, and they were very enthusiastic about this risk-free job of hunting down the remaining enemies.
Soon a dozen princes set out with their troops.
at the same time--
"Brother, where are we going? What happened to father? Why doesn't mother go with us?" Young Thrall, sitting on the young wolf lord's wolf, couldn't help but ask again.
Young Wolf Lord (Frostwolf Warlord): "Don't worry, Gu'el, mother will be fine. She is with Uncle Drek'thar." The Young Wolf Lord said casually as he looked at the dark snow-capped mountains in front of him.
He had not yet figured out what to do with this adopted brother. Thrall - still called Go'el at that time, was undoubtedly a person with the aura of a protagonist in the history of World of Warcraft.
A character like this definitely has a bright future. Even if history has changed, it will not prevent all this from happening. The Young Wolf Lord is very sure of this.
Of course, history can be changed. If he chooses to act shady now, he can easily strangle this future world in his hands.
The feeling of holding the fate of the future protagonist in his hands made the Young Wolf Lord somewhat excited, and he even forgot for a moment the disastrous defeat he had suffered during the day.
He hadn't figured out how to use Thrall yet, but he decided to take this card into his own hands anyway.
His heart suddenly trembled and his face changed drastically.
The Young Wolf Lord has a heroic specialty, [Omen of Death], which allows him to predict possible risks of death in advance. At this moment, he felt the danger approaching.
Young Wolf Lord (Frostwolf Warlord): "Quick, hide!"
Fortunately, they were in a scattered area surrounded by many tall cedar, spruce, and birch trees, and even a cave was found not far away.
At the young wolf lord's call, the wolf cavalrymen rushed into a cave nearby. The dark cave smelled of animal fur and was very deep. No one knew where it led to. Perhaps it was the abode of some wild beast. The young wolf lord was not too worried. Although he had been broken into small pieces, he still had a hundred elite cavalrymen in his hands and did not take ordinary wild monsters seriously at all.
Soon the sound of flapping wings was heard in the sky.
It was the Storm Dragon! The young wolf thought to himself, this is a close call. That dragon is not easy to deal with. If we are really discovered, it will be troublesome.
Fortunately, he hid in time. Looking at the giant dragon gradually disappearing in the sky, the Young Wolf Lord felt a little envious. The flying unit is a BUG. When will he be able to train a group of dragon cavalry?
Speaking of which, the orcs should also have dragon units joining them.
Historically, the Dragonmaw Clan cooperated with Deathwing and successfully used the artifact Dragon Soul to control the red dragon queen Alexstrasza, and made the red dragon clan a weapon of war for the tribal army.
At one point, the Red Dragoons exerted tremendous air pressure on the Alliance.
Now that the Dragon Soul has not yet been born, should I try to snatch it? If I can get it, I can form my own dragon cavalry corps, so why would I be abused by just a dozen storm dragons?
He thought about it and suddenly felt that something was wrong.
The dragon had clearly flown away, but the warning of [Omen of Death] still did not disappear, and it seemed that the danger was still nearby.
The young wolf lord decided to hide for a while.
However, after hiding for half an hour, the feeling still did not disappear.
Gui'er (Orc boy): "Brother."
Young Wolf Lord (Frostwolf Warlord): "What's wrong?"
Gui'er (Orc Boy): "There seems to be something in the cave."
An orc wolf knight suddenly threw a torch towards the depths of the cave. The torch flew over the icy rock layer and fell straight into the depths of the cave, onto the fur of a huge monster.
As a red number of -15 floated up, an extremely long blood bar appeared in front of the young wolf lord.
Roar! The earth was shaking, and deep in the cave, a huge creature slowly revealed its huge figure.
Gu Yak (ancient snowman), disaster level 3 BOSS, level 88, health points, 160,000.
Retreat! The young wolf lord roared, grabbed Sal and rushed out of the cave.
The big BOSS of level 88, he can't afford to offend this thing.
As a team of wolf riders rushed out of the cave, they saw an Alliance army in a loose formation searching towards them.
The young wolf lord secretly cried out in pain, but it was too late to turn back. Fortunately, the enemy's formation was not very dense.
"Charge them!" With a loud roar, a hundred wolf knights rushed out bravely.
The leader of the Alliance Army was Dara Bengba, who was overjoyed when he saw this team of orc wolf cavalry.
Haha, now there are heads to collect.
Darabongba (Prince of Alterac): "Surround them. Don't let any of them escape."
Then, the next second, a huge monster rushed out of the cave, and Dara Bengba was shocked. How could there be another BOSS? Damn, it turned out to be the legendary ancient snowman!
As for the Ancient Snowman, even most players who have been in Alterac have only heard of its legend. This thing is mainly a wild BOSS that refreshes randomly and can only be encountered by chance.
I didn't expect to meet you tonight.
Should I deal with the orcs or the boss first? A thought came to his mind, but before Dara Bengba could figure it out, the wolf cavalry had already charged into the formation.
This charge was very decisive. Without any hesitation, they directly broke through the alliance's formation at the cost of losing more than twenty cavalrymen.
As soon as he broke out of the encirclement, the young wolf lord found that there was suddenly an empty space in front of him, and Thrall, who was on the back of his wolf, fell down without him knowing when.
Damn it! The young wolf lord cursed inwardly, wanting to go back to look for it, but he heard the shouts of human cavalry in the distance. He could only grit his teeth and lead the cavalry to rush into the vast wilderness.
It’s over, there’s no more traffic jam!
Dara Bangba looked helplessly at the fleeing orcs and could only turn his attention back to the ancient snowman.
Well, if I can't stop the orcs from coming after you, I can at least take revenge on you. I have two thousand soldiers under my command, and they will kill you, a wild boss, even if they pile up together.
“Kill him!”
The next day, when the sun shone on the snowfield again, the land had returned to peace.
Suddenly, a bulge appeared in the snow, and then a young orc boy crawled out from the snow.
Gui'er looked around vigilantly. The blood of the Frost Wolf clan made him not afraid of the cold, otherwise he would have frozen to death that night.
But although he was not dead, his heart was filled with fear at this moment.
He looked around and saw corpses of humans and orcs everywhere . There was no doubt that a great battle had taken place here before.
"Brother!?" He shouted twice to the surroundings, but got no response at all.
Gui'er felt a sense of despair. His father was dead, his eldest brother was missing, and his home was gone.
For him, who was only about five or six years old, it was undoubtedly a desperate situation.
However, extraordinary people have extraordinary qualities.
No, you must not give up! He remembered his father's past teachings: the more desperate the situation, the stronger you must be.
As long as you persevere, there is always hope.
Gui'er thought resolutely and walked slowly towards the vast snowfield.
