Chapter 119: The Siege of Highmaul

Nergo realized that it was not so easy to make Mal'gok, the two-headed fat man, surrender easily.

Since they were unwilling to open the city and surrender, the orcs had to continue to put pressure on them.

When the pressure was so great that they thought they were in danger of losing their country at any time, surrender would seem so reasonable.

It couldn't be that Highmaul was really not afraid of the orc army, right? If they were really not afraid, then let them die!

"If you ask me, we should have done this a long time ago." Grommash looked at the soldiers who were as enthusiastic as attending a wedding with a hint of bloodthirstiness in his eyes. At this moment, he couldn't wait.

But then he patted Nergo on the shoulder, "I don't blame you. They rejected our kindness because they didn't know how to live or die."

Nergo smiled and said, "It's my fault. I didn't make them feel despair in the first place."

I should have built a Jingguan with the heads of those fat men, and then caught some living fat men and dug out their eyes and sent them to the city.

Let them feel the taste of fear.

Nergo's eyes also flashed with malice and cruelty. He thought about giving them a chance, but if they didn't cherish it, then don't blame him for being ruthless.

If the siege fails, then dig up the land, let the Zangar Sea flow in, and take the ogres to death!

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After Varego and his ogre army were defeated outside Highmaul, the ogres, who were originally numerous and powerful, began to become weak and weak. Fate favored the orcs again, and the orcs won a brilliant victory. With the emergence of various new weapons and the support of the Draenei, Highmaul fell into a worse situation: the wizard lord of Highmaul died on the battlefield, and the grassroots officers of the entire ogre army also suffered heavy losses, making it difficult for their army to reorganize for a while.

May the elemental spirits bless them and bless their bad luck for a long time.

Shocked by this victory, no matter how angry or frightened the ogres were, they could not change the fact that the orcs had really become opponents that they had to fight to survive. No one dared to go out of the city to fight or take the initiative to attack.

But the orcs did not mean to let them go. In the eyes of the orcs, the ogre nobles in the city would soon be dragged out like dead dogs, and the most dazzling treasure, Highmaul, would become their gift to the chieftain.

The battle officially started.

In a moment, a gust of wind that seemed to be mixed with the smell of blood rose from Mogol as if it suddenly appeared. On the flesh and blood of the dead beasts, these air currents kept spinning, carrying mud and weeds into the air, and they gathered together, indicating that the orcs were about to come.

The gust of wind passed through the land and hillsides, rushing towards the walls of Highmaul, and the wind and sand made the Gorians on the top of the city wipe their eyes.

Suddenly, accompanied by the sound of the wind, a louder sound came, like the sound of war drums rumbling with thunder, and the sound of horns like the howling of wolves.

At this moment, all the Gorians couldn't help but open their mouths wide. They were surprised to see the brown wave that appeared not far away accompanied by the sound of war drums and horns.

The brown orc warriors who kept rushing forward, the fire blade swordsman with fire on their weapons, the rough and powerful catapults, the shamans who beat the war drums to inspire the orcs, and the fierce cavalry riding wolves, these orcs kept coming from Mogol to the forest that still existed, and from the forest to the plains.

The orcs' war roars continued, and the orcs' gatherings continued. It seemed that there were endless orcs hidden in Mogol, which was not far away.

The Gorians were surprised to find that the number of these orcs was still increasing.

The orc chieftain Grommash personally led the troops, took his wolf cavalry to sit in the center, and commanded catapults and other siege weapons to attack the gate of Highmaul.

The remaining troops were on his two wings. The left wing was commanded by Nergo, and a large number of Ascendants gathered here, obeying his orders and using spells to assist the soldiers' attack.

The right wing was commanded by Maraad, and a mixed force of orcs and draenei appeared under his command. This was an attempt by Grommash to try to let draenei and orcs fight side by side, which was good for the integration and acceptance of both sides.

The orcs were ready, and the ogres were naturally ready.

The leader Margok assembled all the defenders in the city, and his two personal guards, Poole and Femos, were also assigned to the top of the city to organize the Gorians to launch a counterattack.

In addition, those battle-hardened centurions were dispersed to various towers and weak defenses to prevent the orcs from breaking through the defense line.

On the terrace of his palace, Margok looked at the orcs besieging the city and fell into thought.

He could clearly see the fierce eyes of the orc commander, and he believed that the other side could also see him.

He looked at the other orcs again. They all had angry and bloodthirsty faces. The closest one was only a few hundred meters away from the city wall. I'm afraid the Gorians on the top of the city wall could even hear their breathing clearly.

Margok narrowed his eyes and tried to imagine how his subjects, the Gorians on the top of the city wall, would view the orcs surrounding the city.

Would they believe that the war would be won?

He heard the sound of metal colliding, the roar of spells, and the shouts of soldiers.

The howling of wolves came from the streets in every direction of Margok's city, as if the entire Highmaul was surrounded by wolves.

Outside the walls of the arena, several huge rocks rolled with flames and flew towards the glorious Highmaul.

If they continue to hit the outer wall, it is foreseeable that the tower will collapse and block the road to the bottom of the mountain. By then, the military force on the upper level of Highmaul will be separated from the support force on the lower level, after all, the speed of the elevator is too slow.

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After the wall leaks a gap, the orc wolf cavalry will probably, no, will definitely rush in to slaughter the Gorians in groups, and the orcs will step on their corpses to launch an attack.

"Tell the chief to be patient. It will only take a while for us to break a hole." Nergo looked at the huge ogre statue standing in front of Highmaul, and his eyebrows jumped. He urged the messenger urgently, fearing that Grommash would charge without hesitation.

Young orcs are always impatient, and few can be as... steady as him.

"All shamans, rise!"

At Nergo's command, the sky was filled with lightning and thunder, and the violent wind blew people unable to open their eyes.

The whistling wind was accompanied by thunderous roars that resounded through the sky.

"Strong wind, rise!"

The shamans rose to the sky, stepped on the clouds, raised their arms, and the thunderclouds in the sky condensed again. The lightning and thunder formed a solid in the center, turning into a huge wind elemental creature, spewing the wrath of the wind element at the ogre.

"Quick, stop it!" The ogre's mage concentrated his firepower, and poured arcane magic, fire spells, and more kinds of magic on the elemental creature.

But the elemental creature is not a sandbag that can only take a beating and not fight back.

Summon lightning!

A huge lightning column fell from the sky, and the wind element stretched out its arm made of lightning to hold the lightning, and smashed it hard against the tower of Highmaul Castle. It spewed thunder from its mouth and was covered with storms, causing the surrounding ogres to flee.

What was even more terrifying was the clouds in the sky, which were already filled with thunder and lightning, and lightning storms were falling on the ground every moment. With the cooperation of these Ascendants, Nergo kept firing lightning at the ogres. Soon, their walls would collapse, and even with magic defenses, they would not last long!

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"Have you adjusted the angle?"

A drop of sweat dripped down Urban's brown skin. Grommash's oppression was really enough. He simply couldn't imagine what it would be like if he met him on the battlefield.

He replied: "All catapults are ready."

He touched the big guy in front of him and said: "Including Urban's catapult."

"Then attack quickly." Grommash said: "Let this bombardment be the prelude to our attack."

"Yes, Chief!"

Gromash gave an order, and the throwing arms of fifty catapults, including Urban's catapult, were raised high, and then huge stones flew towards the gate and walls of Highmaul.

Huge rocks flew and hit the stone walls that were hundreds of years old. Some of them even hit the city directly, killing several ogres on the spot, leaving blood all over the ground.

The people on the top of the city were in chaos, and there were screams inside the city.

There were too many dangerous situations. The head of the city, Margok, looked at the attacks launched by the orcs and could only find ways to solve them one by one.

He ordered the use of roadblocks and stones and other debris to block all slaves in the fence. Anyone who dared to resist was killed on the spot, and the dead and the flies on the corpses were locked up with the living slaves so that they could not respond to the orcs outside the city to start a riot.

He ordered the red-skinned Goria Spellbreakers to charge between the enemy's magic, wielding huge war hammers to crush the orcs' bodies, breaking the necks of each enemy who fell to the ground, and rushing towards their shamans.

He ordered the ogre wizards to aim at the position of the orcs' center army and destroy their siege weapons with magic.

He could not bear the thought of teams of orcs simply pulling chains and ropes behind siege vehicles, hurling screaming flaming boulders into the sky, setting the flesh of ogres on fire and smashing the city walls into ruins.