The Dharma God Of All Realms Begins With Harry Potter

As the commander of the alliance, it was naturally impossible for Ye Ting to appear alone in front of the tribe - even if he was standing high above the valley.

Around him, many elven rangers holding bows and arrows, Wildhammer dwarves holding axes and hammers, and humans carrying large amounts of logs and ores appeared one after another.

Such a scene made Orgrim and the other orcs at the bottom of the valley look ugly.

Bows and arrows, rolling logs, whetstones...

Once these things are thrown from above, the orcs who are at the bottom will obviously not have any good results.

Especially rolling logs and ores, these two things are impossible to obtain locally. They can appear in high valleys. No matter how you think about it, you know that the enemy has been preparing for a long time.

Orgrim took a deep look at the human magician who was playing with him, and then ordered loudly: "Everyone, move forward! Move forward! If you don't want to die, come deeper into the valley with me!"

The great chief gave the order, and the orcs naturally rushed towards the wider open space deeper in the valley. At this time, staying at the narrow mouth of the valley was courting death.

"The respected chief has come all the way, so there's no reason to just leave." Ye Ting, who was on the valley, looked down at the orcs at the bottom of the valley and smiled happily. The magic made his voice spread far away: "To be honest, We have been waiting here for a long time, so please don’t let down the great gift we have prepared for you.”

Following Ye Ting's order, the high elf rangers fired thousands of arrows.

The condescending high elves shoot at the orcs scurrying for their lives at the bottom of the valley, as if they are shooting at a moving target. The geographical difference between the two sides not only broadens the field of view in these games, but also makes the arrows fired have a greatly increased power due to the existence of gravity. Many orcs There was no place to hide, so he was shot into Quill.

Compared with the bows and arrows of the high elves, the storm hammer condensed in the hands of the wildhammer dwarf has a shorter range, but is more lethal.

This elemental hammer that condenses thunder and lightning comes from a shaman-like ability, which is consistent with the natural belief of the Wildhammer dwarf. The powerful thunder hammer can not only burst the brains of orcs, but also comes with splash damage from thunder and lightning. Each shot can cause the lightning ability to splash into the surrounding area. If placed in this valley that is as crowded as a sardine can, it can kill an orc in one shot and paralyze three or four orcs around him at the same time.

However, the most lethal ones are the rolling logs and ores.

These originally well-trained human soldiers are now transformed into porters. The only thing they have to do is to move the piles of rolling logs and ore prepared in advance to the edge of the cliff, and then push them down from the top. The high valley turned these rolling logs and minerals into terrifying killing tools. The orcs crowded in the valley had almost no ability to resist, and a large piece would be knocked down in one fell swoop.

Although the orcs were strong and strong, the rolling rocks falling from such a high valley still broke their muscles and bones, and even turned them into meat.

Orgrim gritted his teeth like this, braved the arrows and rocks falling from the sky on both sides of the valley, and struggled to lead the orcs towards the depths of the valley, regardless of the screams one after another behind him.

Every scream made his heart bleed, because it meant that an elite orc warrior died here in vain.

But he didn't dare to stop at all, otherwise, he would be among those who got caught here.

Fortunately, this place is not far from the open space in the valley, where most of the orc troops are.

The orcs at the mouth of the narrow valley only accounted for a minority of the total number. Together with the orcs who were cut off outside the valley and wiped out, although the entire army was severely injured, it finally retained most of its strength.

But in a wide open space, as long as the orcs are concentrated in the central area, they will not be injured by ambushes from both sides of the valley.

With great difficulty, Orgrim finally entered the open space and escaped.

Perhaps knowing that the result would be futile, there was no ambush from the Alliance in this section of the valley.

After reaching the safe zone, the tribal chief finally breathed a sigh of relief. Then he began to look around. However, there were only two out of ten orcs who escaped from the valley entrance as smoothly as he did.

The narrow valley entrance is now covered with orc corpses.

"Damn Alliance, damn Sander Lever!" Orgrim clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, "Your biggest mistake is to leave us this refuge so that I can have a chance to breathe... ...As long as you can't kill me, just wait for my revenge. I will definitely let you pay for the blood debt of your compatriots with your blood!"

However, when he said these words, he obviously did not think that the tribe was the invader of Azeroth.

Just when Orgrim was about to let the remaining orcs rest in this open space and wait for an opportunity to counterattack, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Orgrim was an excellent commander. In his mind, as an opponent of the tribe, Ye Ting was more terrifying and difficult than the alliance's supreme commander, Anduin Lothar.

Asking for flowers......

Although the latter has experienced hundreds of battles and is rich in experience, he is somewhat abiding by the rules and is concerned about the spirit of knights and appears to be law-abiding.

The former is not only resourceful, but also unscrupulous. The so-called chivalry is just child's play in his mind.

Would such an excellent commander leave such a big loophole in his plan?

Looking around at the dead trees and dry grass in the valley, Orgrim suddenly discovered a serious problem.

Whether these dead trees or dry grass, it is quite natural to be in a valley filled with miasma, and it is not an intentional trap, but they are inherently flammable "if the Alliance sets a fire here."

Orgrim was sweating coldly and wanted to remind his men to handle these flammable materials.

Unfortunately, Ye Ting's order to the alliance came earlier.

Countless rangers have already appeared in the surrounding mountains. They are equipped with the same equipment as their colleagues in front. They still hold long bows and carry quivers on their backs.

But the difference is that their quivers are not ordinary arrows, but rockets with detonators.

Ye Ting also showed up, and the magician began to channel powerful magic. Soon, the ground of the dry forest began to burst into flames. The flames continued to rise, forming a pillar of fire, and like a vortex formed by the flames, several unlucky orcs were swept up. He entered it, but due to the small scope of the magic, there were very few victims.

However, Ye Ting's "Fire Storm" magic was not due to killing orcs.

The violent flames instantly ignited the surrounding dead trees, and the high-temperature hot wind caused the dead trees further away to emit green smoke. Soon, the flames began to spread in the forest of dead trees, burning the orcs during the period. They cried for father and mother and ran out one after another.

However, as if it was a signal, after the fire storm appeared, the elf rangers above the valley also lit arrows and then fired the rockets into the valley.

The shining rockets fell from the sky like meteors one after another, shooting into dead trees and field grass.

I'm so sorry... Others write about traveling through the worlds, and when writing about Magician, they all write about taking risks and fighting, but I keep writing about fighting... World of Warcraft is really... a beggar...