Below a certain level, you won't be able to notice guys like Trident releasing into the sea at all.
Seriously, how could these newbies with crude air combat skills defeat a Trident pilot?
How can sand sculpture players give Varok a bunny hop and kill five Aeolian pterosaurs in one jump?
This is the release of strength.
McDonald's, who was watching the live broadcast, burst out laughing at this scene. It reminded him that he once saw a big man escorting a girl in Apex.
At the end of the game, the boss who opened the trumpet account had no kills. The girl had more than a dozen kills, and there was also a triple kill. The girl was inexplicably excited, and she was so happy that she almost agreed to marry him on the spot.
After the game, the audience fell silent when they saw the damage.
The boss dealt three thousand damage - at this moment, everyone understood.
The boss beat every enemy into bloody skin and deliberately left them for the girls to kill.
The real boss is so terrifying.
This is the tragedy of the tribe. The gap in strength between the two sides is so big that it can't even be seen that the other side deliberately fakes matches and gets killed.
On the earth, millions of orcs swarmed up.
Normally, a large number of orcs from small clans whose equipment is not even as good as the Dark Portal battle would only go up to deliver food.
This time, the hit rate of Alliance anti-aircraft vehicles suddenly became much more ‘normal’.
It turns out that the player gunner has all kinds of magical operations, and 100 rounds of machine gun shells can kill forty people. Now when a shuttle of machine guns is fired, a dozen orcs will still be killed.
For a tribe that charged tens of thousands of people on a one-kilometer-wide front in one breath, the battle losses became acceptable.
After breaking through the pass, the Alliance army seemed to be overjoyed with their success and dispersed their forces, which in turn led to a significant reduction in firepower density. This 'just in time' gave the tribe an opportunity to counterattack.
With Armored Gronn as the vanguard, the Horde launched the most violent counterattack against the Alliance.
This battle lasted for a whole day and a whole day. The tribesmen pursued for fifty kilometers, fought through the pass in one breath, and entered the Talador area again.
The brilliant achievements before their eyes made every tribesman feel happy.
"Hahaha!"
"Victory! We finally won!"
"Praise to Warchief Thrall."
The record cannot be faked. The corpses of Alliance soldiers strewn all over the ground, the T-34 tanks still burning fiercely, and the mass-produced [Jim] mechas that were personally destroyed by the tribal heroes are all proof of victory.
In the eyes of the tribe's idiots, Thrall managed to defeat the Alliance army as soon as Garrosh, the novice, failed to defeat it.
Only Thrall and other high-ranking tribe officials knew clearly that this was Macdonken's gift.
Vol'jin leaned into Thrall's ear: "Tanks, mechas, and artillery are all old models that have been eliminated by the Alliance. In addition to mechas, the Stratholme Empire has given these models to villagers as militia-level weapons."
The corner of Sal's mouth twitched slightly, and he was discouraged, and then said: "Can we imitate it?"
Wojin shook his head: "Some two technologies may be okay, but overall it is very difficult. It requires the support of a complete set of large-scale ore smelting and industrial systems. It is completely different from the goblins' technological route."
Sal was speechless.
This is really a gift from the enemy, and I can't even imitate it.
How sad this is.
In turn, Sal loved this gift from the bottom of his heart.
What McDonald gave him was the title of the savior of the orcs!
By 'defeating' the Alliance, Thrall's position as warchief is truly secure.
More than a month later, Thrall led his troops to defeat the Trident, the alliance's elite force, many times, and finally drove all the alliance back to the opposite side of the Dark Portal.
In a cave not far from the New Dark Portal, Thrall finally met McDonald himself.
"Is this the end?" McDonald's commitment was beyond Sal's imagination.
"Yes, once the ceremony is completed, Draenor will be completely separated from the Azeroth galaxy where our alliance is located."
Sal felt somewhat relieved. On the other hand, the string in his heart could not be loosened until the last moment.
At this moment, there were heroes from both sides waiting outside. When they saw that the momentum was not right, they immediately came in to fight.
Generally speaking, because of this delicate relationship, the atmosphere between the two parties was slightly tense, but quite restrained.
McDonald stood on the magic circle prepared in advance and began to recite the incantation.
In fact, when it comes to incantations, he has access to all seven orifices and six orifices. The advantage is that the system is convenient enough and has the function of assisting in reciting incantations.
In the eyes of others, he is a typical practitioner of magic and martial arts.
The surrounding atmosphere vibrated slightly, and beings who were not sensitive to elements and space energy might not feel it at all. In this life, Gul'dan, who had always been hiding in the shadow of the Iron Tribe, was the most sensitive to this.
"Impossible! How could the Alliance have such ability!?" There was an expression of horror on his face that could not be concealed.
"Sir, what did the Alliance do?"
"He... they're removing Draenor from the universe!"
The birth of planets and the movement of galaxies have their own set of mysterious rules that mortals cannot understand. This is the ultimate mystery of the universe, and it is also the truth that countless space masters have spent their entire lives pursuing.
The supreme secret in Gul'dan's eyes was actually used in the hands of a mortal man. How could he not be frightened?
Ordinary people don't feel much. In his vision, this Delano is like a giant ship that is about to leave the harbor. The cables holding the shore are loosened one by one, breaking away from the constraints of space. Such a big German
The planet Rano suddenly became a rootless duckweed and was about to be lost in the multiverse.
"No! He can't do this!" Gul'dan changed his mind and wanted to rush over to stop the mysterious Alliance mage from meeting Thrall.
As everyone knows, the other party is not a serious mage at all.
What McDonald used was just the gift left to him by the Bronze Dragon King Nozdormu. Let alone controlling it, he didn't even understand the basics of this power. He simply pressed two buttons and activated Nozdormu's spell.
Mode.
In a sense, McDonald's still cheated Sal - a wandering planet can't be that simple. If it breaks away from its original space coordinates, it will get rid of the environment it has been in for hundreds of millions of years, and the surrounding stars (sun)
The light and heat coming in will change immediately.
Didn’t you see that on the wandering earth, many times the ground temperature drops sharply due to changes in the atmosphere and sunlight.
Thrall, who didn't feel any changes in the earth, asked one more question: "Will our Draenor really find a new home that belongs to us?"
"Yes, if you really can't find it, you can also use these coordinates." McDonald flicked his finger, and a ray of light flew out of his finger and went straight into Sal's eyebrows.
This composite spatial coordinate consisting of 1024 digits, letters, and symbols is what McDonald's has been looking for from Mr. Wang these days.
"If you can't bear to completely destroy the tribe, you can just send the tribe here."
"What is that place?"
"A parallel world controlled by a certain leader of the Galactic Order Council. He has no prejudice against the orcs."
