Everyone was screaming, and when the tribe was holding an ax and howling, the Alliance had already poured a lot of cannonballs into it.
In the field where thermal weapons can break through defenses, there is nothing that one cannonball cannot solve. If it doesn't work, then come up with a base number.
In the Throne Conference, in the alliance command centers, looking at the hundreds of airships in the magic mirror, tens of thousands of elite tribal soldiers turned into fireballs and fell from the sky, killing all of them even in the morning.
Those who had foreseen this scene could not help but open their mouths in shock.
If it were still the old days, to annihilate these orc warriors whose arm muscles were thicker than the thighs of human soldiers, I don't know how many elite soldiers' lives would have to be paid.
The older generation of soldiers, and today's middle-level commanders, have particularly deep memories of the vitality of orcs. Those green monsters with bulging muscles may not be able to be killed even if their bodies are shot with dozens of arrows. They can often still croak and scream.
He rushed into the human line, swung around for a few times, and then died under the siege of several spearmen.
The orc warriors who can win the fierce battles between orc clans caused by food shortage are undoubtedly the best among the best.
But they just died like this, and it felt like their death was worthless.
The enemy's hero is our enemy.
This picture was transmitted to the Alliance, which at most caused a brief excitement among the Alliance soldiers and people. Most of the Alliance people did not realize what an amazing group of enemies their pilots killed.
The most ruthless one was McDonald. The radar station in front and the hidden spies had discovered this main force heading to the front line long ago.
McDonald could have completely defeated this airship force at the doorstep of New Orgrimmar. He waited until the airship team left the border of Feralas and entered the Desolate Land before taking action.
"You are so bad!" Sylvanas teased her lover in McDonald's study.
Taking action at the gate of New Orgrimmar is a typical murderous act.
Think about it, how shocking would it be if the orcs' own heroes were wiped out before they even reached the front line, and were witnessed by hundreds of thousands of compatriots?
Most of the tribal people have been deprived of enough food by the catastrophes that have lasted for more than a year. "Kill the alliance and steal meat to eat" has become the last spiritual sustenance. It is not an exaggeration to say that the tribe has only half a breath left.
Once you see this scene, if you don't say anything, it will definitely destroy the entire tribe, especially the orcs' will to resist.
As long as the alliance accepts the surrender of the orcs, it is guaranteed that the "orcs will never be slaves unless they have food and accommodation" will come true.
McDonald's did this in the remote mountainous areas of Feralas and Desolation. It's obvious that he didn't want ordinary tribesmen to know!
Next, the tribe leader who receives the news of the defeat will die no matter what he does.
Concealing the report? That's just right. The Alliance is eager to let you send more elite orcs to the front line so that they can be encircled and killed.
Publicly? Impossible. According to the despicable villain Garrosh's approach, how could he slap himself in the face as soon as the fight started and admit that the Horde warriors were inferior to humans?
McDonald has a good grasp of the mentality of the tribe's top leaders.
This is also what Queen Xi likes about Mai.
"It's so bad? What kind of bad method, penetration method?" Seeing that there was no one in the study, McDonald smiled evilly.
Queen Xi spat at him: "You can do whatever you want to do."
After saying that, she slowly lay down.
Soon after, a refreshed McDonald returned to paying attention to the battle report.
It must be said that McDonald was a little excited about annihilating the so-called orthodox tribe.
He is completely changing history.
If the Horde ends here, will there be a follow-up "Battle for Azeroth" or something?
This is a good question.
A few days ago, Kalia gave birth to a baby boy for McDonald. After a tenth of a second of careful consideration, McDonald decided to name the boy Lawski Stratholme.
Originally, according to the unreliable genealogy, since McDonald's was used, the only words left for this boy to use were "Lao", "De", and "Gee".
This decision was affirmed by a knowing smile from the 30,000 loyal officials of the Trident.
Listening to the joyful laughter, Kalia always felt that McDonald, an unreliable father, had cheated her son. But she asked everyone around her and they didn't think there was anything wrong with the name.
Out of women's super intuition, Kalia firmly opposed the dog emperor's decision for the first time in her history since she accepted McDonald's.
McDonald was so fed up that he decided to just give it up as Maisky. At least the Maisky name was retained, and he wouldn't have the chance to return to Earth and be beaten to death by his father.
McDonald didn't feel much about this fat little guy who took up all of his wife's time.
A woman becomes a mother the moment she becomes pregnant, and it takes a long time for a man to feel like a father.
After being kicked out of the bedroom by Kalia once again in disgust and telling him to look for his long ears, the Dog Emperor said to himself: "You brat! I don't have much ability as a father, I just want to Before you grow up, finish all the battles you have to fight and leave you a big, clean territory."
On the continent of Kalimdor, the Alliance began to attack across the board.
Just when the Alliance Air Force attacked the Horde's goblin airship force transporting reinforcements, it was almost stuck. When a Horde infantry group with more than 100,000 people arrived in disorder on the mountain road connecting Desolation to the northwest of Feralas , the Stratholme Navy's iron-blooded fleet, which had long been entrenched on the sea west of Feralas, launched its force.
"Coordinates XXXX..." The blonde royal sister [Bismarck] raised her eyebrows, waved her slender but powerful jade hand, and ordered: "[Fire all bombs]! No ceasefire is allowed without my order!"
"Yes!" came the gallant response from the ship girls on the communication circuit.
This group of orc-dominated troops was quite scattered.
There was no way around it, this was a support force made up of more than thirty orc clans. The orcs' laxity, coupled with the traditional fighting method of using clans as units, created a long gap between the various armies.
Unexpectedly, this turned out to be an advantage.
At least they don't have to be surrounded and annihilated.
Walking on this broad mountain road with higher and higher altitudes, the tribal warriors suddenly heard a muffled thunder coming from the sea far to the west. A large flash of light mixed with black spots rose up to almost 100 meters at a speed visible to the naked eye. The clouds are so high.
Until this moment, 99% of the tribal warriors had not realized what had happened.
This is a rubbish!
The biggest battle they have ever experienced in their short lives so far is just a cold weapon duel between orc clans.
Hundreds or thousands of people were standing up to the sky.
In the eyes of sand sculpture players, this is nothing more than a battle of weapons at the level of the Great Heavenly Dynasty Village.
