Woking's approach would have been correct if applied to the past.
In an era when aerial knights were relied upon to observe the enemy's situation with the naked eye, sailing silently at night was dangerous, but it would greatly increase the chance of the fleet's escape.
Sadly, times have changed!
Even if the accuracy of the alliance ship's radar is not high enough, it would be difficult not to detect so many large reflections.
At this moment, Vol'jin's heart was so frightened that he stopped beating, and he tightened his grip on the war spear in his hand.
But... this is too far!
The battleship still five kilometers away was flashing its night navigation lights in the night.
Vol'jin was not very clear about the attack range of the Alliance's artillery, but this distance was enough for the giant ship to tear the goblin airship fleet into pieces, not to mention more airships gradually descending from the clouds.
"Emergency landing! Emergency landing on the ground immediately!" Wojin yelled.
Only by landing as soon as possible and evacuating the people can we save the lives of our people to the greatest extent possible.
This is the mobility of the goblin airship. Whether it is taking off or landing, it is destined to be a very slow process.
How can it be lowered in a moment?
At the same time, in the Stratholme Palace, McDonald, who had not yet waited for the appearance of Despicable Roar, received a serious magical communication from the "Jean Bart" in his boredom.
This ship girl has flaxen hair and a high ponytail. She looks quite slender: "My lord, we discovered the tribal airship fleet. In addition to the crew, almost all of them are troll women and children. Please give me instructions?"
"Trolls! What do you think if I want to let them go?" McDonald tapped his right index finger on the desk rhythmically while observing the reactions of the elf girls around him.
The moment they almost heard these words, the faces of all the charming elf girls changed on the spot.
The indoor temperature dropped several degrees.
Even Alleria, the most gentle and understanding person, rarely gave McDonald a look on her face.
Alleria was so excited that her plump breasts rose and fell rapidly: "McDonald's, this is no joke. You know the reason why we high elves support you so firmly is..."
"It's because I killed all the [Amani trolls]!" McDonald emphasized the emphasis on the word "Amani".
All the elven girls in the audience were suddenly startled, and they woke up.
Only Valeera muttered: "Trolls are not good people, every branch is."
As soon as she finished speaking, Alleria smiled and went over to secretly give her some knowledge: "Actually, elves are also a branch of trolls..."
Rarely, this thief hero who always had no expression became a big blush.
The dark trolls of the Zandalari branch were bathed in arcane energy for a long time, and then they mutated into night elves. Valeera knew the subsequent story. After the War of the Ancients, some of the highborne elves who were even more obsessed with magic were eventually exiled by the night elves.
, came to Quel'Thalas and called himself a high elf.
If you really want to kill every branch, it would be a typical case of "killing your own family".
So speaking of it, the Amani trolls who had a grudge against the high elves were killed by McDonald's men. This was the greatest favor to the high elves.
Since it makes sense in theory, the elf girls didn’t go into it further.
McDonald turned towards the magic mirror and said calmly: "Let it go."
"Let it go?" [Jean Bart] was surprised.
"Yes, the Darkspear Troll is still useful to the Alliance now."
"Yes!" The figure of the ship girl disappeared in the magic mirror.
Queen Xi's eyes flashed: "Isn't it almost time for the move you hid before?"
"Which million hands?" Mai smiled evilly.
"You are so cunning. The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse..."
On the other side, looking at the hundreds of huge and dark muzzles, Wojin was in despair. Even if he made an emergency landing, how many women and children could escape in the barren mountains and ridges that were about to enter the border of Silithus?
The Alliance has used two brutal artillery feasts to tell the Horde that there will not be many survivors within the carpet bombing range.
Just when Wojin's heart seemed to be gripped by the god of death, the gunboats in the sky suddenly lowered their muzzles and dispersed. Each of those giant ships seemed to have become blind, and they were slowly moving majestically about a thousand meters above the airship fleet.
fly by.
"This..." Wo'jin is so smart, how could he not think that this is McDonald's letting go of the Darkspear troll. But he doesn't understand why: "We are not tauren..."
After flying for another whole day, Wojin finally brought his tribe to the branch of the Dark Portal in Silithus.
"The Alliance is not attacking?" Vol'jin asked the captain stationed here.
The orc captain shook his head: "Bad news has been received from all over the place, but there is no trace of the Alliance here. Is it because our place is too desolate?"
Wojin smiled bitterly and said nothing.
How is this possible.
But he couldn't control so much. After conveying the order of Varok, the theoretical commander-in-chief of the three armies, Wojin left less than two thousand troll spear throwers to guard the Dark Portal and led a large number of tribesmen through the portal.
, once again came to the crumbling land of Outland.
To his surprise, on the opposite side of the door, Thrall was waiting with five thousand Frostwolf knights.
"Thall? No! Warchief, why are you here!?"
Vol'jin's words made Thrall's expression very exciting. Thrall heard a lot of things at once, and it was obvious that Vol'jin was extremely unhappy with the current warchief Garrosh.
"I am no longer the chief."
"No! That bastard Garrosh! He abandoned most of the orcs and trolls at the critical moment, and took the Forsaken, blood elves and goblins with him to who knows where. He is not worthy of being the warchief." Vol'jin roared with grief and indignation.
, as if to vent the long-standing grievances, he crackled all the details about the alliance’s declaration of war.
Thrall's brain was a bit out of control: "Wait a minute, as a warchief, how dare he do this?"
"Great Chief, how is the situation here now?"
"The movement of the alliance is very strange. They withdrew..."
To be honest, if the Alliance wants to completely kill all the Horde people, it should launch a fierce attack on the Horde on all fronts. However, the Alliance's performance is very polarizing.
Since the Alliance used the navy to cut off the Thousand Needles area, the Alliance's tank divisions and mechanized divisions have been rushing forward in the Desolation Land and the Southern Barrens on the front line. These steel behemoths are running wantonly on the Great Plains, mercilessly destroying them with artillery.
Kill any green creature in the scope.
In Feralas, the alliance's naval air force, together with the hypothetical rocket launchers on Feathermoon Fortress, bombarded the entire west coast of Feralas. The east side was similar, the alliance's artillery covered a 50-kilometer radius of the eastern entrance to Feralas.
All places.
Only in Outland, the home of the orcs, the Alliance withdrew.
Shadowmoon Valley is empty, and even the draenei's holy places, the Temple of Karabor and Shattrath City have been evacuated.
Thrall smiled bitterly: "The Alliance retreated all the way to the Hellfire Fortress on the Hellfire Peninsula. If not, I wouldn't dare to come out of Nagrand to help."
Vol'jin and Thrall have questions on their heads about the Alliance, no, what exactly does McDonough want to do?
