Thrall's wyvern died. After this loyal mount received a fatal attack from the Doom Guard, it used its last strength to glide down into a small pool to prevent him from falling to death.
Fortunately, this place is near the large army, and a group of chiefs' personal guards came up to protect their chief.
This is destined to be a long and terrible escape.
Orcs like chaos the most. This kind of casual fighting method was because they were stronger individually. They once gained the upper hand in the war with the old Lordaeron Alliance.
When the enemy's individuals are stronger, the orcs will stop.
You can often see a group of orcs who are not afraid of death howling and rushing forward with their axes, and then the Doom Guard's decapitating sword sweeps across, and the world becomes quiet.
If there weren't a large number of trolls covering the orcs with powerful spears, it would be impossible for any low-level doom guard to cause triple-digit damage to the orcs.
The only good thing is that there are more powerful people in the tribe.
These powerful men with explosive force would fight back from time to time, barely making up for the difference in combat power between the two sides.
Thrall rode a war wolf and marched through the blood-filled wilderness. The [Hammer of Destruction] in his hand was dripping with the same color. Behind him was a sea of fire, and the weird green flames reflected the wilderness of Durotar.
Got to be shiny.
The young chief had pain written all over his face.
"Warchief, the crossing of the Nushui River has arrived!" Varok shouted.
The Raging River separates Durotar and the Barrens. It is one of the few places where the water is gentle and you can just flow through it.
Once, this was just an inconspicuous river beach, but now it has become a temporary base for the alliance.
On the other side of the river, hidden behind some modest mounds of earth, are T-34 tanks.
Occasional reflections in the sun reveal the dark gun barrels facing the east bank of the river.
This is the sheen of Deathbringer!
The Alliance is indeed the legendary infrastructure maniac. In just about half a month, they have already built a large number of defenses at the ferry.
In addition to those tank bunkers, there are also a large number of cement bunkers and city walls targeting the ferry.
Thrall's heart was tugged, and his first reaction was: If the Alliance turns against them, what will the Horde do?
But no!
The human troops at the ferry opened the original antler-style fence and opened the ferry to its maximum capacity.
The sharp-eyed Lexa pointed with his big hand: "Look! It's Uther!"
This Holy Knight at this time was standing on a platform beside the ferry. He stood tall and straight, like a flagpole planted on the roadside. He glanced at the orcs, trolls, and the Burning Legion further behind with his sharp eyes.
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"Our people have begun to cross the river." Varok reminded Thrall in a low voice.
Thrall stood two hundred meters away with his personal entourage, quietly watching the orc refugees enter the riverside defense line under the guidance, or rather driving, of the alliance soldiers.
If he couldn't see the human dragon gradually disappearing, stretching to the end of the horizon of the Barrens, Thrall would definitely feel that this was a trap that swallowed the lives of the orcs and trolls.
Seeing that there were not many orcs behind, Varok urged nervously: "Warchief, the last troops to cut off the rear will be here soon."
"I understand." Thrall rode a warg and slowly approached the ferry.
Not long after, his eyes met with Uther's.
Uther first said: "Let's go! Chief of the tribe!"
"We need us..." Sal had good intentions, but was interrupted by Lao Wu.
"The Alliance has no habit of joining forces with the Horde. What follows is a war between the Alliance soldiers."
The alliance has kept its word!
Sal was both happy and sad.
When did the lives of tribal people become so low that they had to be protected by alliance soldiers?
The cruel reality is before us again. Without the Alliance troops who use their troops rigorously and have a well-established advance and retreat, these tribal people may be hunted all the way to Thunder Bluff.
After biting his lip hard, Sal finally managed to say "thank you" in common language in his mouth, and then led the people away without looking back.
The mess in the tribe was so big that even Thrall felt desperate just thinking about it.
With the sudden destruction of the city and the loss of a large amount of baggage, Thrall really didn't know how he would support the more than 100,000 people he had.
As its name suggests, the Barrens cannot support so many people.
"We can only go to Thunder Bluff first." Thrall looked to the west in confusion.
It's really ironic. I thought I would take Niu Niu as my little brother, but who would have thought that the Niu Niu who came to the tribe to hug me would actually become my big brother.
But before going to Thunder Bluff, there are more practical problems to deal with - gathering the remaining soldiers, and then collecting enough food to allow the large army to pass through the Barrens.
The Alliance has no hope. If others don't take advantage of the situation, the tribe will burn incense.
The muscles in Sal's face kept twitching.
On the other side, Union tank troops opened fire.
Artillery is ineffective against truly strong men, but it is quite effective against ordinary demons.
Once the 85mm tank gun hits a low-level demon, it will immediately cause a bloody storm.
There is a low-level doomsday guard here who was hit in the face by a cannonball, and the area above the waist and abdomen was gone immediately.
The powerful impact and shock wave of the explosion easily blasted the doom guard's hideous head and shoulders into red minced meat, and spattered a 10-meter-long cone backward.
This is an example!
Most of the doomsday guards have reactions that are beyond imagination. When they protect their vital points with their wings or three-meter-long decapitating swords, jump left and right diagonally and continue to charge, the hit rate of the cannonballs immediately becomes a mystery.
Injury but not death is the most common situation.
To be honest, the alliance bosses have always had differences regarding the attitude of the tribe.
Big bosses such as Old Mograine, Abbendis, Magni and Bronzebeard advocated adding insult to injury and killing the greenskins. It was McDonald who resisted all the opinions and reluctantly suppressed it and asked Old Wu to inform the tribe.
Take refuge.
What now?
When they saw Orgrimmar being crushed by Meng De and extracting the energy of the lava to build the Burning Legion's forward base, and then seeing hundreds of thousands of tribesmen being slaughtered by demons and bones, the alliance bosses felt relieved.
Already.
Even the upright Bolvar showed a happy expression when he saw Orgrimmar was destroyed.
I want you to tear down my Stormwind City!
These guys are usually kings, regents, etc., and they all put on majestic faces. At this time, one and two of them felt secretly happy on their faces.
"The commander-in-chief is still wise!" Magni's beard was twitching and he was smiling from ear to ear. This guy just started holding the wine glass.
Let's have some fireworks and so on. If you say Ironforge is celebrating the New Year, everyone else will believe it.
Victory is the best way to eliminate conflicts!
Similarly, prestige is something that is accumulated through repeated successes.
