It is almost a basic skill for players to start by kicking a stone away with [Kick Sweep] or [Kick Kick] to focus on the underside of the orc, knocking the orc over, and then use a joint skill or directly smash it with a long-handled weapon.
Orc joints.
Yes, your muscles have become stronger, but the joints are still the same joints. If you break the joints, the crazy orc will be nothing more than a jumping ball of meat.
This is very weird.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" a Shahua orc with all his elbows and knees broken off roared loudly. What was completely inconsistent with his ferocious expression and wide-open mouth was his poor mobility that was asymmetrical with his bulging body.
He has no arms or legs, so even if he wants to bite it with his teeth, he still has to reach it!
[Modern Magic Reform]: "Hey, look, that guy looks like a bastard!"
[Nightmare Dragon]: "That's right! God is born green."
Sand sculptures are something that can be passed from person to person.
A sand sculpture player finds it fun, and everyone around him is learning.
After a while, Old Chen was shocked to find that almost all the orc warriors within his field of vision had passively turned into bastards.
They are so vicious and evil, and they act like villains, but you are fooling around and turning them into clowns. You are embarrassing us, the indigenous panda people!
sad!
Pandaren Fengjing was killed!
Forget it.
[Drunken Bird] and his sister [Silly Goose] were guarding the edge of a cliff about fifteen meters above the ground, with rugged and sharp rocks below.
[Drunken Bird] is responsible for quacking, and his sister is responsible for killing randomly.
"Your chief is a piece of shit."
"You are all sold. He only cares about his [Iron Horde]."
"Thall is your true love"
The Orcish language is spoken in a clear and concise manner. To these orcish fans who are crazy and roaring, every word is the most vicious curse.
This guy just yelled a few times and easily achieved the effect of being laughed at by the crowd.
As for Miss [Stupid Goose], she is ruthless and doesn't talk much.
Facing the oncoming orcs, she was like a "Comprehensive Collection of Wrestling Techniques in White Eyebrow Fist".
Destroy the center of gravity, trip, fall sideways, fall over the shoulder, and fall from the windmill of hell.
With those quick movements and those powerful strikes, the orcs who rushed towards him with red eyes were easily thrown to the bottom of the cliff.
"sister!"
"What? If you fart, hurry up!"
"The valley below is almost becoming a rooftop dedicated to the stock market."
"ha?"
"The corpses are piled up!"
It's outrageous that the orcs interrupted the two siblings' continuous killing spree and filled the cliff with corpses.
Seeing that they could no longer be deceived, the two siblings were forced to switch to normal fighting mode.
Pandaria was actually fine. With the addition of the Stormwind Kingdom army and the sudden force of the Trident Pandaren, Lao Chen and the others were only advancing normally every day against the troops.
Here in Kalimdor, that's called the painting style.
The orcs were bewitched by their warchief. Before rushing to the front line, Garrosh, standing on the high platform, said:
"Our tribe has the most powerful warriors in the world! The most glorious tradition! So we should occupy the best land! When the damn natural disasters destroyed our hunting grounds, when our compatriots were starving and chewing tree bark,
When they were forced to raise their axes against other clans, everyone in the damn Alliance was well fed, even their dogs could eat meat! Do you accept it?"
Despicable Roar raised his arms and immediately received a response like a mountain roar and a tsunami.
Countless chaotic weapons are raised high to the sky!
Orcs, some trolls, Gronn, etc. all shouted.
"I'm not convinced! I'm not convinced! I'm not convinced!"
Garrosh held up [Blood Roar]: "Then what are you waiting for? Fight! Go plunder! Get honor! And the best land in the world! Kill all the Alliance dogs."
"Kill all the Alliance dogs"
Suffering from hunger that lasted for more than a year, and suppressed by the long-term miserable atmosphere, the resentment of the tribal people was easily ignited by this fanatical atmosphere.
There was no so-called strategy, no logistical arrangements, and no set goals. They were quickly loaded onto beast carts or goblin balloon airships and began to rush to the front line at the border between the Alliance and the Horde.
After inciting the Horde soldiers and doing all this, the great warchief Garrosh Hellscream disappeared.
The tribal warriors' desire for land has reached a crazy level. They have no culture and only know how to blindly follow the orders of the chief.
Rooted in the tradition of the orcs, no one thinks there is anything wrong with this.
On the contrary, the former warchief Thrall has always suppressed their nature. That is strange.
This is also what makes them angry.
As for the trolls, most of them who actively participated in the war were young trolls. They also could not understand Chief Vol'jin's caution, and they were more eager to prove their bravery in the tribe.
However, just such a group of tribal soldiers went to the front line without knowing what weapons their enemies used.
Everything is so far from their understanding!
After all, the goblin airship is escorted by a bipedal dragon knight, but unfortunately, it is really useless.
They only heard a strange scream above their heads. When they looked up, most of the knights could not see anything. Only the dragon knights with the best eyesight could barely see that there seemed to be a few more black spots on the sun.
It's too late!
It was like a cluster of lightning falling from the sky, and a sudden rain of cannon fire pouring down, which almost instantly penetrated the body of the escorting flying dragon.
Not to mention the bipedal flying dragon, even the baby dragon of Zhengerbajing Five-Colored Dragon can hardly withstand the power of the 20mm cannon.
These escorting flying dragons, dragons, and knights suddenly fell with flesh and blood flying everywhere, screaming and wailing.
This fleet of nearly a hundred goblin airships had the same number of escorting flying dragons, but once they met, the flying dragons were dead.
The blood in the hearts of those tribal warriors sitting on the airship, still hanging thousands of meters high in the air, had just been ignited when they were poured out by the ruthless facts.
Only then did they see some metal structures that looked like birds swooping down from high in the sky, passing by the side of the fleet, and then spreading out in all directions.
This was just the beginning. These dozens of aircraft climbed back up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then started the second round of attacks from a windward position.
"Da da da da"
If there is a voice of death in this world, this is it.
The machine gun shells easily penetrated the airship balloon made by the goblins, and more rockets exploded in the wooden airship. There were several loud bangs, and blood and flesh flew everywhere on the airship.
These attacks, which were like fireballs, opened several large craters on the airship. The flying wood chips fell like hail on the heads and necks of the surrounding tribal warriors, easily cutting their flesh.
It's called joining together.
Who would have expected that the soldier who died immediately would be a blessing.
Soon, when the airship began to fall out of control, every tribal warrior saw the gate of hell...
