These pterodactyls, which lacked magical protection and only had a few golden armors on their vital parts, died in droves under the unreasonable anti-aircraft shells, and tragically crashed onto this desolate land.
In the first ten minutes of the battle, everyone who dared to charge forward was mopped down by the anti-aircraft guns of the airships.
Only some knights who abandoned themselves were left, and the pterodactyls who ran away in despair escaped unharmed.
On the land, the Troll's Direhorn troops launched a desperate charge towards the Alliance's mechanized troops.
When these super-heavy mounts that resembled a triceratops, had a bone fan-shaped surface similar to a shield on their heads, and weighed more than 5 tons, ran wildly on the earth, even the earth could not help but tremble.
In the past, the alliance would have suffered a big loss no matter what.
If you use a bow and arrow, if you don't hit the vital part of the Direhorn, there will be no pain or itching at all.
This kind of impact is also not something that any infantry line can withstand.
Even if it were an old-fashioned dwarf steam tank, it might not be able to withstand it.
The brute force of dinosaurs is unimaginable, and tanks can topple you in minutes.
However, the firing frequency of the steam tank's mortar was too low, and it was unable to block the impact of the Direhorns.
It would be just fine to replace it with the 37mm cannon of the [Dongfeng-style] anti-aircraft vehicle. Its firepower is just enough to penetrate the thick skin and strong skull of the Direhorn.
When the Direhorn was killed, the exploding horn fragments even turned into frag grenade fragments, sputtering away and harvesting the lives of the trolls.
"No -" As the commander-in-chief of this support army, Zul shed tears of pain.
The Zandalari royal family has been arguing for a long time about whether to support the Vol'ton region.
In fact, there is no correct answer to this kind of thing: no support means that all the GGs in the subordinate regions will no longer have the resources to send to the royal city of Dazar'alor; support, but also afraid of being surrounded and asking for reinforcements.
The more important reason for sending troops this time is that the troll army generals are not willing to shrink all their combat power to Dazaro without fighting.
Originally, Zul thought that a small defeat would be enough to convince everyone to reduce their fighting power.
Unexpectedly, there is no turning back when the bow is fired, and the war cannot be stopped just as you want.
After the alliance gained absolute air superiority, the flying battleships began to use their main and secondary guns to bombard the areas where the trolls were most densely populated. Mushroom clouds of various sizes rose up on the barren land, and with them flying into the sky, there were a large number of
Dinosaur and troll body parts.
Less than half an hour after the war began, the 200,000 troll army was on the verge of collapse.
It is no exaggeration to say that the reason why the trolls have been able to survive until now is all because of the giant dinosaurs on their hands.
Those giant brontosaurus that are one hundred meters long and the Tyrannosaurus rex that stands thirty meters tall, even if placed on the earth, they are existences that surpass the ordinary template of the same species. In other worlds, it would not be called "Titanosaurus"
Pass.
Their existence is like giant battleships traveling on land, and the impact they bring is ridiculously strong.
For example, a giant pterodactyl has a wingspan of more than thirty meters. In terms of size, it is not much different from the noob Blue Dragon King Kale.
Perhaps this is why Princess Talanji dared to return to Zandalari after she completely offended the Alliance.
Unfortunately, without investing the Loa gods, the Zandalari Empire army was about to be defeated in this battle.
The Tyrannosaurus Rare Elite, who first rushed into the enemy formation and overturned several human tanks, was hit in the head with a flaming hammer by a minotaur that suddenly appeared.
Immediately afterwards, a werewolf hero jumped down from the air and tore off the neck of a giant elite brontosaurus with a few claws.
When the giant pterodactyl was torn alive by a giant black dragon that jumped down from the clouds, there was no bright spot on the troll side on the entire battlefield.
Zujin achieved his goal of defeating a match, but he could not feel a trace of joy in his heart. He only felt deep fear. In his eyes, he looked at the shadow of the ship that covered the sky and the sun, and looked at the missiles from the sky.
The cannonballs falling from the clouds made my heart feel cold.
Is this still a normal war?
Even though the scale of this war has exceeded the rumored battles at the Dark Portal, it can only be compared to the decisive battle between the Zandalar Empire and the Night Elves thousands of years ago.
But he imagined that the Zandalari Empire, which was so powerful that it could fight the night elves for decades and was at a disadvantage, would lose without temper in such a crucial local defense battle.
In Zujin's field of vision, legion flags representing the past glory of the Troll Empire were disappearing in the sea of artillery.
This failure represents not only the defeat of the trolls, but also the loss of the trolls' last mobile force. Without this main force, there is a big question mark as to whether the Zandalari Empire can continue to maintain its strength.
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"Woooooo!" the retreat horn sounded.
In fact, without Zujin's orders, each troll legion would have reached the edge of collapse long ago.
It's purely because of the dinosaur mounts' tendency to be violent, which makes them seem capable of charging.
The Troll Knights are trying to gather the dinosaur mounts that have lost their knights. Unfortunately, the Alliance will not give them this opportunity.
Mixed in with the enemy's giant metal giants, countless tanks began to charge, followed by a large number of human infantry sitting on armored vehicles.
They used guns, guns and swords to quickly harvest the life of every dying troll soldier.
The powerful vitality and self-healing ability of trolls have become a kind of cruel torture. In order to confirm their death, Alliance soldiers often use excessive force to whip their corpses.
"Your Excellency! Retreat! If you don't leave, it will be too late!" Zu Jin's personal guards held Zu Jin tightly.
Zujin's eyes widened. He saw that many Alliance soldiers with the Trident emblem stopped. One by one, they transformed into happy sawmen, using electric chainsaws to cut up the corpses of the troll soldiers, and pulled out their clothes.
gold jewelry.
"No..." Zujin was crying.
The glory of the troll empire has been completely trampled on!
Time came to August 20th. After the Battle of Vol'dun, the Zandalari trolls lost their last counterattack force and were completely defeated.
The Wharton area was the first to be completely occupied. After all, deserts and mountains could not stop the Alliance army. The desolate Wharton did not even have the basic conditions for guerrilla warfare.
After receiving support from Danaus's northwest army, Jaina basically cleared the Nazdal area.
Finally, the three armies met under the city of Dazar'alor, the capital of the Zandalari Troll Empire.
At this time, the night elves were already fighting for honor under the city of Dazar'alor until they were about to vomit. They were bombarding Dazar'alo and the surrounding areas every day. Even a troll civilian would be killed by three machine cannons almost as soon as he showed up.
call.
The reason why they didn't storm into Dazar'alor before the other two armies was purely because McDonald was willing to spare his troops.
The setting sun shone on the Ebon Fortress. McDonald, who was overlooking Dazar'alor, curled his lips: "The setting sun is setting in the west. This is very consistent with the scene of the Loa gods."
