Chapter 277 He must be coordinating the overall situation (1 more)
Swamp of Sorrows.
"Dang Dang Dang!"
Alarm bells are ringing!
The rapid and shrill frequency makes people easily think of a death knell.
"No! I can't stand it anymore! Damn the orcs, where did they get so many high-tech weapons? I almost thought the dwarves had defected to the other side!" Danas Trollbane led the soldiers back with a dismayed look.
His soldiers were in an extremely miserable state. Although they still retained a relatively complete structure, their equipment was in tatters. It was clear at a glance that they could no longer fight.
Facing the complaints from his old friend, Turalyon smiled bitterly.
Muradin, a dead dwarf next to him, jumped out and spat at Danas: "Fart! Can the craftsmanship of our dwarves be so fragile and explosive? You can tell it's goblin style at a glance!"
Most traditional martial artists are rough people, who knows what style you are.
After being scolded by his ally, Danas, who was not very eloquent in the first place, felt embarrassed. He touched his nose and said no more.
"Stop making noise, now we are united against the enemy!" Turalyon said in a deep voice.
This is the junction of the Swamp of Sorrows and the Redridge Mountains. As an important transfer station, a rather large bunker was naturally built here.
In the past, this 15-meter-high city wall was enough to give people a sense of security.
But looking into the distance, no one in the Alliance would feel this way.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
From a distance, you can see that from south to north in the Swamp of Sorrows, large trees that must be hugged by several people groaned in pain under the violent jostling of giant machines, and then fell tragically.
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Those strange-looking giant siege machines, which according to visual inspection were at least three or four stories high, were driven by an energy source that the Alliance people could not understand, and were slowly advancing.
Accompanying the siege vehicles were burly orcs covered in heavy black armor.
Those sophisticated black iron equipment made the alliance generals tremble with fear.
"Only one company in the entire alliance can afford this level of equipment." Turalyon smiled bitterly and turned his head.
Khadgar, who was promoted to Master, turned to Turalyon and asked: "Is there no news about our old friend?"
Turalyon still shook his head: "He has been to Nozdormu for a year, and there is no news at all. The leader of Stratholme only promised to send the Serijek Legion."
Everyone was silent.
The alliance is really in turmoil at the moment.
The orcs suddenly counterattacked.
What jumped out from the Dark Portal on the Eastern Front was an army of sophisticated orcs who came from nowhere. They used unimaginable heavy machinery from the Alliance to capture the Watch Keep in just three days.
On the western front, the disappeared Warsong clan reappeared and attacked the Dusk Forest from Stranglethorn Vale, but Bolvar, Gavinrad* Doom and Saidan Dathrohan of the Silver Hand teamed up to hold them back.
However, the reaction of the alliance countries in the north was slow.
Turalyon certainly knew that this was due to the extremely tight finances of various countries and the lack of military spending to assemble large armies again. Even among the top leaders of the alliance, there was an extravagant hope that the Southern Legion alone could hold back the orc army.
Everyone knows this is a bit unrealistic.
The fact is that maintaining the army at Watchfort almost brought down the Alliance's finances.
Ever since a certain big dog disappeared, the alliance's military funding has returned to its old state. There is no other way. All countries are extracting money bit by bit like oil.
At this moment, Stratholme Territory, Darrow County.
Guyir, who was determined to be Thrall in the future, suddenly raised his head and looked at the road next to him: "That's not right!"
Nazgulel whispered: "What's wrong?"
"Reaction levels in Stratholme have increased."
"Um?"
Guyir stared at the road, where smoke was billowing, and from time to time there were soldiers called traffic police waving small red flags to drive away workers approaching the road.
"Get out of the way! The army is passing! Anyone who blocks the march of the army will be regarded as a traitor and will be killed on the spot! Everyone, take your children and leave."
Not long after, a cavalry regiment with astonishing momentum rushed past the two-way eight-lane asphalt concrete road.
Not counting one person and two horses, there is also a dedicated groom driving the carriage. Although the carriage has a roof and the goods inside are covered with tarpaulin, from the outline, it must be the armor of a knight.
Guyir counted silently: "There must be at least 20,000 riders here."
Nazgulel asked doubtfully: "That badge is the Rivendell Legion, right? The lord is not here, and they actually came out in full force?"
As the leading general of Stratholme, Earl Rivendell is well-known. He is the anchor of the entire territory.
Then, bursts of exclamations came from the onlookers.
Immediately behind the cavalry regiment were a large number of "steam tanks".
These edges and corners are equipped with spikes, and the metal monster with sharp horns on the front attracts everyone's attention as soon as it appears. Under the winter sun, the thick barrel reflects a strange cold light.
"Oooh! Our tanks!"
"The God of War appears!"
"Long live the Grand Duke!"
The crowd burst into loud cheers.
It's just that Go'el is a little strange. In theory, these are the technologies of the dwarves. Why didn't he see the big chimney that was "whisping and puffing" with smoke?
Didn’t you say that the steam tank is in poor condition in winter?
It took more than an hour to pass through the continuous army of tanks, and finally there were infantrymen sitting on horse-drawn carriages.
Every two-horse carriage carries people in the front half and armor in the back half.
In other kingdoms, even knights may not be qualified to wear thorium armor, but here it is the basic equipment of heavy infantry.
Goyle secretly said to his younger brother: "I suspect that the Duke of Stratholme has returned."
"How to say?"
"Without his order, even at the request of the king, it would be impossible to mobilize 100,000 people at will."
Nazgulel was convinced.
"Let's go, let's go to the front line and be civilian husbands."
"Why?"
"Isn't this obvious? We have been working for a year, but we are not qualified to enter Kaolin City. That is the industrial area of Stratholme Territory, and its secret lies. If we continue to stay here, we will only be white for the Duke.
work to earn a living."
Nazgulel understood that only on the front line could one have access to the secrets of Stratholme's high-tech weapons.
Guyir looked to the north: "That Grand Duke must be coordinating the overall situation!"
At this time, in the Duke of Stratholme's study, Liadrin was wearing a fiery red backless dress and a short dress. The two smooth shoulder blades on her beautiful back were trembling slightly, like a jade butterfly gently waving its wings.
The fiery red luster of the ponytail swayed on the skin, as if the entire back was exuding a blazing light, dazzling like the goddess of fire.
But at this moment, Veresa came in with a stack of documents, and just leaned towards the desk. The obviously customized lake blue cheongsam was slightly pulled up, and the high slit at the hem of the cheongsam was lifted up a little.
Show your legs.
Ah! This 1.1 meter long document is so long and white.
Mai suddenly felt that it was the right thing to abandon the alluring artificial goods on earth and come back to choose genuine elf girls.
