The Let's Play Archive

Warcraft: Orcs & Humans

by Azzur

Part 14: Act 10: Screw this, kill 'em




Screw this, kill 'em

: Alright, I've had enough of these damned humans alright. Tonight, we're just going to destroy... I dunno, like, a hundred humans or something.

: Chieftain, if you would please calm down-

: Nope. My mind is made up. We're mercilessly killing all the humans we find tonight.

: Is this all because of what happened yesterday?

Yesterday...



: Reporting for duty, Sir Wells!

: I... what? Human!

: Sir, if I have permission to speak freely, you're looking a little green today.

: What is this some kind of joke? Who do you think I am?

: Duke Wells, surely you jest, I wouldn't mistake you for anyone else.

: ...Okay. Well then, here's my first order for you: Stand still.

: Sir?

: Vilefeast!

: Oooh! Chieftain remember birthday! It even wrapped!

: Orc! Prepare to die foul-



: Happy birthday to me!

Back to the present...

: ...It might have something to do with that.

: Fine, I'll ready to troops and we'll-

: Nope, we move right now. Take who ever is awake and get 'em some weapons. Let's do this already.



: Chieftain, did you bring any supplies to start a base of operations?

: Base? That will take too long! We're warriors!

: Warriors!



Yes, it's nearing the end of the game and this is your first chance at seiging a town without a base. This means no resource management, weapon upgrades, or ability to make replacement units. It's also without a doubt the shortest level in the game if played properly. Yup, it's faster than building the six farms and a barracks on the first level.

: WHAT!?

: Me say: Warriors!

: Not that! No base? how are we supposed to train our soldiers? Forge their weapons? FEED THEM!?

: Oh, we'll be fine. And Vilefeast has already proven that an orc can live on pinecones alone.

: Taste extra good with dirt!

: They sure do, now if you could do some scouting for me...



: Chieftain, with our limited resources, shouldn't we be a little more hesitant to send Vilefeast to doom?

: Rules, rules, rules. Fine. Spiders!





: You make war very boring, you know that?









: Look? See? Vilefeast would have been fine. Even the bridges are unguarded. Netherspit, the humans are probably asleep right now. We're wasting time!

: Ahem... take a second look. At the eastern bridge, this time.





: Ah.

: Bridge demons!

: Now then, if we're to analyze these scout reports... The eastern bridge leads directly to their fortress, but is heavily guarded. However, the western bridge leads around to the back and is unguarded.

: Well, you don't have to be a tactical genius to figure this out.

Within the human fortress...



: I trust your studies are doing well, Varin?

: For the last time, yes, father. Top of my class.

: Good, we'll need soldiers like you to lead the battles against the orcs.

: You sound like a doddering old fool. You keep saying the same things over and over again, father. You've defended useless stretches of land since the war has begun and Sir Lothar has been out winning the battles.

: Don't even mention his name!

: Besides, the last two times you fought with them they... what? Took your hat and monocle? Scary.

: You don't understand! Those orcs are cunning geniuses! They know battle tactics inside and out!

: My lord! Orcs on the field!

: WHAT?

: They found me! Oh, god, where are they now?



: Well, our scout reports...



: ...that they're charging our front gate.

: These are your geniuses of battle strategy?

Back on the battle field...

: This is an ingenious battle strategy!

: What about this is at all intelligent?



: Think about it this way: You have two entrances to your fortress. One is well-guarded and the other is undefended. Which one would the enemy -us- attack? Clearly the unguarded one. That way, they'll be expecting an attack from the undefended area, and thus defend it, leaving their defended area weak.



: Despite being the dumbest rationale for doing anything ever, it seems to working out well.

: Me is attacking weak parts in their face.



: Ah, it looks like we'll have to retreat under this assault. Those priests can keep those humans from-



: No worry! Face is weak to axe!



: Heh, and Bloodgut is proven wrong again.



: Not to burst your bubble of gloating, chieftain, but we have an ambu-



: -sh.

: Sometimes I think you want us to fail. Now let's crack this nut.



: Me think you mean say "pinecone"; Let crack this pinecone.



: Well, our necrolytes report... minimal defenses. Strange.

Back at the fortress...

: Varin, my son.

: Father?

: Go to Stormwind. Tell them of my stand here and carry on your studies. I'll hold the orcs here while you send warning to the king.

: But-

: No more. Avenge me and carry on the Wells name.

At the fortress exterior...

: Like I really care. Bring in the death wagons!



: Bwehehehehe...





: The day that gets old is the day that I die. Alright, crew! Tear down those walls! For mindless destruction!

: Mind his dessert tin!





: With ample room, I believe it's time we took this battle to the streets.





: I can not believe that this is working.



: Loosen up and have some fun, Bloodgut! Grab a stick and stab somebody already!

: Well, I suppose it couldn't- AH!





: ...I lived?

: Yup, just like a cockroach. Wouldn't somebody kill that wizard already!?



: Zug-zug!



: ...where did those troops come from?

: I think they were busy guarding the "undefended" rear entrance.

: ...

: Genius.



: Now then, back to my 15 minute victory!







: Too easy. Who needs bases? We could take the human citadel right now if we wanted.



: ...I-I don't even know what to think anymore. You might be right.



: Embrace the future, Bloodgut. A future where I'm always right and you make me sandwiches.



: Heh.



: Victory.

: But, no, seriously, get me a sandwich.