Thrall's army had just experienced two of the most disastrous defeats.
The remnant soldiers of Warsong failed to cut down trees, were hanged and beaten, and then drank demon blood. Not every Warsong orc is called Grom* Hellscream. The physical differences between people are very different. More than two months of continuous fighting have already weakened them.
Physically and mentally exhausted, physical strength, life and even soul are exhausted.
They managed to survive entirely with one breath, and that breath was their chief Grom.
Grom is dead!
It was equally tragic for the Frostwolf orcs. He saved Grom from facing the night elves, and then was beaten violently by the abyss lord. Half of the two thousand knights were lost.
Not to mention another group of powerful enemies, even if the night elves' partial masters come after them, it will be enough for them to drink a pot.
In a sense, Thrall's rescue failed.
Only by rescuing a group of Warsong Orcs can he gain some political points and highlight his kindness and wisdom as a warchief who never gives up on any of his subordinates.
Of course, the battle flag of the Warsong Clan that was snatched back is very important.
It happened that at this time, Sal saw the dust rising high in the south.
"Warchief, there's a situation!" Varok on the Wolf Warrior shouted loudly.
Just by glancing at the metal reflection in the dust and seeing the long barrel of the gun shining out, Thrall knew what it was.
"Damn it! It's a human tank!" Thrall roared loudly: "Everyone listen to the order and turn east. Go to the mud swamp in the northeast of the Barrens!"
What other orcs don't know is that Thrall, who has worked in the human world for many years, has seen the new human tanks for a long time.
That thick metal armor is not something that ordinary people can shake with ordinary cold weapons.
He had secretly tried it a long time ago. He couldn't cut through the tank's armor with just his arm strength. Only by using the [anger] unique to a warrior professional and with the destructive power in tons, could he break through it.
However, this is something that low-level warriors cannot do!
With his troops in such poor condition, he has no chance of winning against the human tank army.
"What's going on! What's going on!?" Sal's eyes were a little distracted.
Anti-tank is a tribal problem!
If the Iron Horde's sharp and heavy weapons are still there, then of course there will be no problem.
They don't!
The orcs in the tribe today are composed of Thrall's Frostwolf clan and Grom's Warsong clan as the core. They were ordered by the former warchief Orgrim to follow Grom to the Thorns in Elwynn Forest.
The valley is partly composed of orcs.
Back then, Grom only took away some of the black iron armor and some orc blacksmiths who had mastered the art of forging metal armor.
Their weapons are basically in the era of pure cold weapons, that is, the city of Orgrimmar is equipped with some old-fashioned cannons given to the orcs by Derek Proudmoore.
Those cast-iron cannons were too heavy. Thrall was here to save people, not to capture the city, so he didn't bring them at all.
One of the few weapons that can fight tanks is a small amount of explosive bags made of [Dense Explosive Powder]. This was something Thrall learned and obtained from humans after a lot of effort.
This thing is strictly controlled by McDonald's, but the production method is too simple. The high-grade ores in Stratholme are all accompanied by [thick stones]. You only need to carefully grind them with a stone mill, and then simply distill them.
Then dry it in the sun and it's basically done.
Of course, Durotar does not produce heavy stone, which makes most of the gunpowder in Thrall's hands low-quality.
Thrall sweated as he thought about the battle that was very likely to break out next.
Here, Rivendell, who was sitting on the tank, discovered the existence of the Thrall Wolf Cavalry in the telescope, and he felt extremely excited.
In other words, according to the general policy, the Alliance should not start a war with the Horde at this time. In the eyes of the Alliance bosses, Thrall took advantage of the natural disaster in Lordaeron to steal the [Doomhammer] and led the Frostwolf clan to perfection.
The transferred new orc leader is definitely a threat.
It's just a threat.
As the most loyal vassal around Macdonken, Rivendell definitely knows how much his boss values Thrall.
From time to time, you can hear McDonald say, "As long as Thrall is in the position of warchief, the Alliance will not be able to take down the Horde." Rivendell, who knew all this, could not control his mood.
He had long told himself that if there was a chance, he would kill Thrall. According to the intelligence provided by the front line, he was absolutely sure that with only 10,000 people, he would be able to suppress all the primitive and barbaric tribesmen in Durotar.
Not coming.
Rivendell's command tank carried out the banner of dispersed encirclement - sorry, the alliance's technology point is a bit crooked. The tank has neither a machine gun nor a radio.
The sand sculpture players have indeed brought unparalleled heavy industry to the world. Even the tanks are the 1945 version of the T34-85.
Compared to more advanced modern tanks, this World War II tank is easier to imitate.
Who said T34’s design drawings can be easily searched even by Baidu?
A large number of tank parts that can be stamped with machine tools are also the basis for the alliance to quickly produce tanks. However, the accuracy of machine tools in processing parts is really worrying. If a large part is crooked, it can still be repaired manually with a steel file.
Fine parts are eliminated.
This is like playing with Gunpla models. In the early days, there were a batch of imitation models. There were differences in accuracy. As a result, the models were not stable. Later, when the technology was improved, they were caught by anti-piracy agencies...
Ahem, that’s too far off topic.
Anyway, the current situation is that big machines can handle it, but small machines cannot.
More than three hundred T34 tanks spread out, enough to completely block the plain.
"Disperse! Everyone disperse!" The tanks approaching from the end of the horizon made Sal's scalp numb. He really couldn't imagine what it would be like when dense shells fell on the pack of wolves.
What made Thrall feel most desperate was that the wolf cavalry was changing its route along the eastern hillside. A group of human trucks sped over and cut off the eastern route at an even faster speed.
When the iconic green capes of the ranger and hunter appeared from the back of the truck, even Thrall couldn't help but cry: "It's over!"
The steep 60-degree hillside can stump tanks, but it will definitely not stump the ranger troops who can still walk swiftly on complex terrain.
"Go back! Everyone, go back to Ashenvale..." Before Thrall finished speaking, he heard a distant and deep horn sound in the sky. Only then did Thrall discover that there were hundreds of night elves' hippogryphs.
It rushed down from under the clouds and hovered in the sky.
As the horn sounded, the mouth of the canyon where Thrall had just come out of Ashenvale seemed to emerge from the ground. A large number of elven huntresses riding night sabers held up huge boomerangs and drove their mounts quickly.
He rushed out and blocked the orcs' retreat.
It was as if a basin of biting ice water was poured on every orc, cooling their bodies and minds.
