There are so many things and contents that even the system cannot fully parse them all at once.
It's not important. The key is that McDonald's has already won.
The Thrall in front of him was just a piece of meat on the chopping board. Even if he immediately regretted his decision, Thrall could not do anything to him.
Of course, as a conscientious Emperor Gou.
He doesn't want to do anything like burning bridges across rivers. What if Ai Xing is annoyed?
One day he is the son of the world, then he is a child. When his parents want to fight in a mixed doubles, the child has no ability to resist at all.
McDonald clapped his hands happily: "To celebrate the completion of our cooperation, I will give you hundreds of millions of small gifts."
"As long as we don't break the contract, it'll be fine." Sal felt as calm as an ancient well.
When McDonald revealed what the little gift was, not to mention Sal, even his followers were collectively shocked.
Mai Dog Thief, the dog is a real dog.
The overall living ability is also first-rate.
The next morning, a large number of chiefs gathered outside Sal's tent, eagerly waiting for the chief to say those words. Their chief did not disappoint them.
"I declare! Gather all the tribe's forces immediately! We will fight the damn alliance"
"Fight!"
"Fight them"
The news of the chief's decision to send troops spread throughout Nagrand in just three days, as if it had wings.
Except for part of the expeditionary force of the Iron Tribe, most orcs may not be able to leave home more than 100 kilometers in their lives. Each clan's hunting ground has strict boundaries. Crossing the boundaries will cause trouble, whether it is for your own clan or another clan.
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Many orcs don't understand that the alliance is a defensive counterattack. They only know that the damn alliance is coming.
When more than three million orcs with uneven weapons rushed over the mountains and plains towards the Talador Pass, Thrall, as the commander-in-chief, was really sweating.
As the last line of insurance, Thrall forced the remaining Goblin Air Force and Dragonmaw Clan to find ways to gain air supremacy.
The alliance on the opposite side is still the same alliance on the surface. The golden trident badges on the chest and shoulders shine brightly in the sun.
It's totally different when it comes to fighting.
"Lok'tar!" Varok raised [Blood Roar] high and rode a bipedal flying dragon in the lead, charging towards the alliance's pterodactyl formation in mid-air.
To be honest, looking at the muzzles of hundreds of cannons emitting an eerie light in the sun, it was a lie that he didn't feel any timidity in his heart.
Old Saurfang had seen too many brave orc air cavalry buried under Alliance cannons.
No matter how the riders of the Dragonmaw clan maneuvered their mounts around and made various tactical maneuvers, they still could not escape the pursuit of the maggots on the opposite side.
Even if the orc cavalry, which lacks heavy protection capabilities, is hit by a machine cannon, half of its body will evaporate out of thin air and it will be destroyed on the spot.
On this day, machine shells came pouring down like a heavy rain.
"Boohoo!"
The sound of shells breaking through the wind, so dense that it almost became a musical note, made Varok's nerves extremely tense.
However, but, but...
After a series of words representing a turning point floated through his mind, he was surprised that not a single shell hit Varok or his mount. Looking from a distance, it seemed that his tactical maneuvering had miraculously avoided the alliance's barrage.
Only Varok himself knew how outrageous the enemy's "gun pull" was.
All the anti-aircraft shells were aimed at the outer contours of him and his mount, and the nearest shells were only one meter away from the wingtips of the wyvern.
"Bang!" Another 88-gun shell exploded in front of Varok.
When he and his mount rushed in front of the exploding black smoke, the shrapnel splattered from the shell completely lost its kinetic energy less than three meters in front of him.
He rushed into the aftermath of the explosive air mass.
And with great accuracy, just when he was about to pounce on a Fengshen pterosaur, his mount was suddenly hit by dozens of bullets and was killed on the spot.
But with the momentum, Varok successfully reached the platform saddle carried on the back of the Aeolian pterosaur.
"Go to hell!"
With no time to beep with the seemingly ferocious gunners of the Alliance, Varok raised his ax and struck the Aeolian Pterosaur with the ax on the back of its neck, which was thicker than the beams of the building.
The Fengshen Pterosaur let out a shrill scream, and fell to death with the people and artillery on board.
"It's so good to die." There happened to be the next Aeolus pterosaur following behind this one. Varok made a big jump and jumped high, like a goat, using this dead dragon as a pedal. It was magical.
He quickly jumped onto the next Aeolian pterosaur.
Another ax blow, and another Aeolus pterosaur fell.
Repeatedly, in just five minutes, Varok used [Blood Roar] to actually set a new record by killing five Aeolian pterosaurs by himself!
"Ahhh! It's [Spray Him Q]! Can't beat him! Farewell!" [Mo Wen Li Shang] seemed to be frightened and screamed like jumping into a dragon. One by two, the Trident soldiers abandoned the dragon and fled.
If you jump from a height of several hundred meters, you will either fall into pieces, or you will open your parachute and be blown away by the strong wind.
The sight of this picture reminds the orcs of words similar to "defeat like a mountain".
Only Varok knew that these direct descendants of MacDonald were clearly acting!
The wind god pterosaurs in the large formation in the air began to panic, and the dragon driver seemed to want to quickly escape from Varok, the god of death. An extremely irritating and seemingly very reasonable scene occurred.
One of the Aeolian pterosaurs turned so quickly that it crashed into another one in a panic.
The Fengshen Pterosaurs themselves must have a way to break free and regain their balance. But their platform saddles are so stubborn that they are actually stuck together.
As a result, no one could run away, and they were entangled with each other in the air until they crashed to the ground miserably.
"Bang!" The huge Fengshen pterosaurs were not likely to fall to death, but the ammunition magazine on their back saddle seemed to have exploded. The violent explosion immediately made the two big dragons belch on the spot.
The dragon formation dispersed, and there was another tragic situation where the anti-aircraft guns on the Fengshen Pterosaur swept away friendly forces.
Once the Aeolian Pterosaur troops, which are the aerial fortresses, are in chaos, the other Alliance Dragon Knights riding small Pteranodons may not be able to suppress the tribe's air force.
Varok is not the only one who ventures into aerial combat, but also Rexxar.
Rexxar, who owned the War Eagle, performed equally well in aerial combat. He shot down three Aeolian pterosaurs by himself.
Taking advantage of the gap they opened, the goblin's self-destructing aircraft found an opportunity to rush in.
"Boom, boom, boom!" The alliance's air force, composed of more than fifty Aeolus pterosaurs, collapsed, and the pressure on the orc army on the ground dropped sharply.
The mountains and fields are filled with the sounds of orcs charging and killing.
Varok 'robbed' a Pteranodon mount and flew down. He looked at the sky blankly and muttered to himself: "Trident..."
The former life-and-death enemy is at least a 'friendly army' at this moment, which is very ironic to say!
