Under the leadership of Gelbin, the gnomes learned from the goblin woodcutter, and participated in the production of the entire Zaku series. Finally, with the support of the Stratholme people's industrial technology, this mecha was developed more than 20 years earlier than before.
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The mass-produced version of the dwarf mecha is definitely not as powerful as the boss-level mecha made by the master craftsman: it only retains a weakened version of the [destruction cannon] [powerful cannon], using the alliance standard 60mm field cannon, and it is wrapped in
The fully automatic ammunition supply mode inside the steel armor shield; the other arm has the electric shock type [Ten Thousand Volts of Charge]. When fully charged, it will be [Ten Thousand Volts of Bombing].
In addition, there is a jetpack, which is convenient for mechas to jump and jump.
At this stage, as a mecha that supplements the battle sequence and provides greater support, this [Grand Craftsman] mecha is already quite good.
Mixed with the [Tornado] anti-aircraft tanks and following behind the Trident infantry, Gelbin and the other dwarfs fought extremely happily.
Wherever there were more trolls, he blasted them with a cannon. Looking at the blood mist and debris in the sky, Gelbin laughed sharply: "Hahaha! We dwarfs finally have a chance to become the main battle force!"
It’s just! Guys like Trident have a million-dollar mentality.
When Gelbin passed by in his mecha, he saw [Qin Shihuang, the figurine madman] holding a troll salted fish with no arms, legs, and half of its head, while stroking the gold jewelry on the troll's body.
He shouted with sadness: "Xiaoqiang! Xiaoqiang, you died so miserably! Why did you go there before you told me your bank account password? Who is it? Who beat you like this? Medical
Soldier! Where are the medical soldiers..."
Gelbin: "..."
Damn it, even after you died, your teammates didn’t see you crying so miserably, so fake. You can only use a big bomb at home in Stratholme, and I use a 60mm small water pipe. Is it wrong?
With all kinds of mechas, the trolls really can't compete with the Alliance on the main road. Their dinosaurs are just serving food in front of the humanoid mechas and anti-aircraft tanks.
On the branch road, that's a different story.
The four-meter-high passage has no problem for trolls and ordinary people to enter, but it blocks a lot of heavy equipment. In such a corridor with many doors, heavy weapons become difficult to use, and more reliance is placed on guns and hand-to-hand combat.
At this time, there was a loud noise from the front, and Brother Niu made a brilliant appearance.
Kane's mouth muscles were twitching: "..."
He has a lot of hand-to-hand combat skills, which this damn kid probably can't learn enough from.
After being abducted by a time traveler in a K-75 armored vehicle when he was young, Bain misdirected his talent.
Bane at this moment is the Minotaur Marine in the "StarCraft" mod, and he is still a hero.
I saw that he was wearing platinum armor made from platinum mines. It was 50mm thick. In the middle was a set of dragon leather armor passed down by the Black Dragon Emperor Wrathion. There was also a set of chainmail armor at the end. This was just this set of equipment.
It weighs 300 kilograms.
If it were someone else, he would be unable to walk, but Mavericks would be able to walk as fast as flying.
In his left hand, he has an MG42 machine gun fixed on his armband, four Iron Fist rockets stuck vertically on the bracket on his back, and in his right hand, he has a diesel-powered chainsaw, and two one-handed fighting machines hung on his waist.
ax.
It would not be wrong to say that it is very sci-fi, but the style of the painting is... very un-Tauren-like.
Kane's eyes were wide open and his eyelids were twitching wildly.
"Dad, don't be angry! Your son must be well protected when he goes to the battlefield for the first time! You don't want a white-headed man to send a black-haired man away."
Bidige
"..."
"Dad, don't be angry, I'm afraid! I'm going up first."
As soon as I turned my head, I heard a "da da da da!" sound.
"Hahaha! This is modern warfare -" Calf Bane's voice resounded throughout this huge corridor.
Kane felt resentful for a while and wanted to curse, but finally gave up.
This has nothing to do with the tauren tradition.
But think about it on the other hand, the tauren have no protection and rely only on their own hides and muscles. How heavy the losses will they suffer in such a narrow environment where the enemy is desperately defending?
The tauren are not even small in number, and they cannot withstand the consumption of a war of this scale and intensity.
Nowadays, even the tauren troops under his direct control are no longer traditional.
In the past, how could a poor tauren afford iron armor? What about now?
It has a set of nickel-copper armor on the outside and a set of blue dragon leather armor in the middle. Even if the blue dragon skin is the skin of a young dragon, it still gives the charging tauren quite good physical and magical defense capabilities.
The only thing that can be called traditional is that Kane's men still use thick totem poles.
Zul, who was in charge of command on the opposite side, went crazy and exclaimed: "The equipment of the Alliance tauren soldiers is so ridiculously good?"
The tauren have extremely long health bars. In the past, in the tribe, the upper limit of the tauren legion's combat power was limited by the number of people and equipment. Now, Niu Ge eats well and sleeps well in Draenor. He can give birth to calves when nothing happens, and he has no worries.
The equipment is now good again.
What else can a troll do besides curse?
What a slap in the face!
What's even more irritating is that seeing Brother Niu being so brave, Trident even sent a message to the troll: "Troll on the other side! We advise you not to be ungrateful. Kill yourself quickly to avoid pain."
I can't stand it even if I scold him, and I can't beat him even more.
Despair - quickly spread among the Zandalari trolls.
If surrender is allowed, there is no guarantee that a large number of trolls have already surrendered.
Unfortunately, this is a purge battle.
No kindness, no mercy.
As far as McDonald is concerned, he actually doesn't have much real experience with trolls. The man-eating troll clan has long been completely praised by him.
The butt determines the head. 90% of the countries and races in the Alliance have sworn enemies with the trolls. Letting go of the Darkspear trolls last time is already a special case. It is impossible to let go of the Zandalari trolls who have a deep hatred for the Alliance people.
Dazar'alor is too huge. It covers an area of more than ten square kilometers, plus there are ten or eight above-ground and underground floors. Even if the alliance has the upper hand, it cannot be penetrated in a short time.
Fortunately, there are many people in the alliance.
An army of 500,000 people was organized into five battle orders, and took turns going into battle under the pressure of dozens of alliance heroes.
Basically, it’s half a day of playing and two days of rest.
The battle is intense, but I'm really not tired.
In addition, the gold decorations they saw along the way stimulated the soldiers' nerves, causing them to be in a state of physical and psychological excitement.
For trolls, this is a painful slide into the abyss.
For the alliance, this is a good news.
"Report——Rhinoceros God Akali was killed by Lord Kane!"
"Report——The Swift Dragon God Gonk was killed by the team led by Danath Trollbane and Jaina Proudmoore."
"Report——Kragwa, the frog god, was killed by Shandis Feather Moon's team!"
…
After a week of street fighting, the only named loa on the Zandalari side were the big boss, the devil dragon god Raizan and the god of death, Bwonsamdi.
In the lounge of Ebon Blade Fortress, McDonald held Tyrande's hand: "Let's go! Let's bring an end to the Zandalar Empire."
"Yeah." (To be continued)
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