Chapter 135 Young people, you don't talk about martial arts! (1 more)
Everything I boasted about that year has come true, that is, I am very awesome.
The excuse for being stubborn has come true, that is, you can predict things like a god!
If Stratholme had not blocked Orgrim, there is no chance that the Warsong Clan would have really gone to Quel'Thalas.
The biggest reason why Father Howl decided to let the Warsong clan stay was not because he expected that someone like Mai would suddenly rise up and fight his way out of the siege, but a simpler reason - the warg couldn't take a boat.
A warg who has never been on a boat in his life is afraid of water.
They would either refuse to get on the ship, or they would suffer from vomiting and diarrhea. Grom had no choice, so the Warsong clan hid in the dense woods.
In addition, Lao Taizi has a serious shortage of griffins, which are not enough to be used as communications troops. How can there be any fixed patrols in the forest area?
The orcs were naturally shocked when they discovered that humans had taken back the territory of Andorhal, and Grom planned to intercept McDonald's army.
Who would have thought that someone would escape from the sky.
We played with the centipede car formation all the way from the Andorhal Barrier to the east of Lordaeron City, and also built bunkers along the way. Cut down all the trees within 200 meters to the left and right of the road to clear the field of vision.
On both sides of the avenue, every 500 meters, there is a three-story granite bastion-type bunker covered with mortar, equipped with two ballistas, and they are multi-shooting. This is definitely the nemesis of the guerrilla forces.
It's so disgusting!
The orcs didn't know that there was something even more disgusting, and carriage mortars had already been arranged.
It's just that untrained horses are easily frightened after hearing the sound of cannons at close range. Due to the training progress, the number was not increased.
It’s hard to yell at Dad!
This is not a roundup at all.
If McDonald were allowed to get closer, the two human armies would merge. Grom had no choice but to bite the bullet and attack at this time.
The human army is like a group of giant hedgehogs migrating. At a glance, there are no people in sight. They are all centipede cars connected to each other.
The terrain of Tirisfal Glades is relatively flat, making it relatively easy to play with a chariot. This is already an upgraded version of the centipede chariot.
It is no longer just human power that drives the car, but also cattle inside. The carriage is surrounded by thick wolf skins and armor made of metal iron sheets, with spikes on the outside. The roof of the car is designed to be similar to a tank gun.
It is a bed crossbow that can rotate 360 degrees. It not only has a gun shield in front, but also has a metal top cover on the top of its head. There are fire extinguishing buckets filled with sand and water buckets at its feet.
All ballistaeers were taught how to use makeshift strips of cloth to fight the flames.
Ho Daddy resents the shamelessness of human beings.
Mai, however, was thinking about the armored army and the blitzkrieg horse.
There is nothing we can do for the time being. The two groups of dwarves with the most technological power in the world are still trapped in Ironforge.
The army is slowly approaching!
Unexpected!
The orcs actually slapped a guy with a loud voice over and shouted in a well-spoken human common language: "We, the chief of the Warsong Clan, Grom Hellscream, respect the real heroes the most! I heard that your human leader is a
Real warriors, let’s have a duel between warriors——”
Your sister!
Let’s have a duel!
No matter how good McDonald felt about himself, he would never be able to confront the man who killed the abyss lord Mannoroth with an ax in history!
You know your own virtue.
His small body is not big enough for Gorehowler to sharpen the edge of his axe.
On the spot, McDonald's neck shrank slightly.
Of course, if you lose even if you lose, Mai... is an old husky!
Just when his generals were looking expectantly at him, eager to see the famous hero - Stratholme God of War Macdonken show off his power again and kill the enemy generals in a duel.
Possibly the most cowardly boss in the history of Azeroth, he yelled the most righteous words.
"Bah! Our Stratholme family has been inherited for 2800 years, and our ancestors have never seen the so-called warriors who slashed the old people, women and children with butcher knives! What kind of bullshit chief did you come from? Are you worthy of a duel with me? You want a duel? Okay, let's give up first.
Ten million orcs will commit suicide to pay for their lives! Don’t worry - since you are a chief, when I build the capital, I will put your dirty head at the top!"
The orc opposite was stunned on the spot.
Among the orcs, the strongest warriors always take pride in hunting powerful enemies.
Killing women and children was done by his subordinate soldiers.
When it comes to ethnic cleansing, the orcs are experts at it, and they did the same thing to the draenei back then.
The orcs instinctively felt that something was wrong, but the other party seemed to have a point.
It is definitely impossible to commit suicide. The number of orcs who came to Azeroth, not including those who died, was just over two million. Even if they were willing to commit suicide, there were not that many orcs.
Here, the morale of McDonald's men rose instead of falling.
yes!
The orcs are already being slaughtered, how can we talk about chivalry?
Those stupid greens only deserve to have southeastern branches hanging on their heads.
"Yes! Absolutely right!"
"What kind of rubbish are you? Are you worthy of a duel with our Lord Stratholme?"
"You don't deserve it!"
"You don't deserve-"
At first, it was just the human soldiers shouting and cursing in a disorderly manner, but they suddenly became orderly.
It was an outpouring of anger from all the people as one.
"You don't deserve it! You don't deserve it! You don't deserve it!"
The yellers over there were shocked. The other party seemed to have some sense. The key was that the other party's morale was at its peak, and they had just defeated the orc army in Andorhal not long ago.
Because Mr. Mai directly sent people to block the Andorhal barrier, there were too few orcs who escaped back, resulting in a lack of information for Ho's father. He really didn't know how this strange army killed the leader of Andorhal.
Nearly three hundred thousand orcs.
This does not prevent Hou Dad from raising his vigilance to the highest level.
There is no other choice but to fight.
"Woooooo!" The armies on both sides blew the horn of attack.
Compared to someone's [Real Old Ox Pulling Broken Chariots], the wolf cavalry's offensive was quite fast. Driven by the orcs, the wolf warriors divided into two groups and went around the two wings of the human chariot formation.
Father Ho was disappointed. McDonald's three-tier car formation surrounded the army.
Gap? It doesn’t exist!
Howling Dad could only launch a tentative attack in person. He pulled the reins, and the warg immediately understood and rushed to the left wing, changing speed to run in a strange diagonal line.
This kind of move is quite uncomfortable for the ballista.
Most traditional ballistae have a fixed firing angle, making it difficult to adjust the attack angle.
However, Mai’s design is not traditional.
Thanks to the widespread spread of dwarf craftsmanship, although human blacksmiths are not as powerful as dwarves, they still have basic operations.
To rotate the turret, the soldier only needs to operate the winch.
"Boom boom!" Houdi was attacked by three crossbow turrets on the spot.
A bundle of seven crossbow arrows, three turrets... of course, I don't care about it and just slap it on my father's face.
I have to say that heroes in the fantasy world are outrageous.
A crossbow arrow as thick as a baby's arm is not much less powerful than a 20mm machine cannon if it hits a person. Basically, half of the person will be blown up and turned into a blur of flesh and blood and exploded to pieces.
The crossbowman made at least five crossbow arrows hit with great accuracy. Unexpectedly, Howl's father swung [Blood Roar] in a circle, and after a brilliant bloody arc of light, the crossbow arrows flew away without even injuring the warg.
The powerful roarer rushed over and aimed his ax at the chariot.
"Boom!"
The small house-like chariot was blown away in its entirety. It was more than three meters above the ground, split into two parts from the middle, and fell to the ground.
The human crossbowman sitting in the chariot was completely unable to react, with fear frozen on his face.
Hoo Dad kept up his efforts and chopped off the second one. Just as he was about to break through the defense line, three golden men fell from the sky.
Facing the formation of the three holy knights, Houdi was almost spitting out a mouthful of old blood. He cursed an orc slang, which roughly translates to -
