"Soul Contract? You actually used the Burning Legion's power rules to deceive me!?" Kel'Thuzad was furious.
Nathanos was unmoved: "Hey, it's just the simplest soul rule, and it comes at the cost of a part of yourself. The violator will lose part of his soul. You can't help but see it, right?"
The entire set of soul manipulation techniques of the Scourge was obtained from the Burning Legion.
To put it bluntly, the Scourge Legion used to be just a dog of the Burning Legion, and it was still the lowest level. Those who were really favored by Mr. Sa were all included in the direct-administered troops, such as the Abyss Lords and the like.
Without Azeroth's planetary protection circle, Ner'zhul wouldn't even have a chance to jump back.
Lao Ke is a shameless (in the physical sense) dead person, and he doesn't feel much if he is exposed. After the two sides argued for a while, he still had to sign the signature.
McDonald knows nothing about the conspiracy far away in the polar regions, and the time traveler is not omniscient and omnipotent, especially the part from another parallel plane that comes to cause trouble. All he can control is the historical direction of the main plane.
No matter what, if you want to conquer C'Thun, you must at least go to Silithus.
In the Tanaris Desert, hundreds of T-34 tanks lined up from south to north, clearing the way ahead, with a large number of anti-aircraft vehicles mixed in between the tanks.
To be honest, there are not many big bugs that need to be bombarded by a tank's 85mm artillery.
Generally speaking, a 20mm cannon is enough to solve the problem.
Normally, the only problem is supply. Generally, the anti-aircraft vehicle-mounted ammunition is only about a thousand rounds. If you are a rookie who presses the button to fire the rocket without releasing it, you can use up all the machine shells in a few minutes.
There are no more new recruits who can sneak into the First Army.
As a direct descendant of McDonald's, the First Army only recruits veterans. Unless they have won medals, there is no exception for admission.
Unless the insect swarm is dense, there will be no strafing, mostly short bursts.
The pre-built Tanaris Railway and the munitions stored in the Golden Sword Port made the advancement in the Tanaris Desert extremely smooth.
Along the previous railway, 300 kilometers were advanced in just 7 days.
Just the data alone can be called [Blitzkrieg].
This is due to the desolation of the desert and the fact that the Qiraji haven't had time to build an insect nest here.
Time entered the Dark Portal on January 1, and the clearing operation of Un'Goro Crater was launched again.
"Little Dragon Girl! My dear Little Dragon Girl, where are you?" [Drunken Bird] walked carelessly in the forest of Un'Goro Crater. At this time, there were no small dragons and insects.
The invasion of the Qiraji killed more than 80% of the dragons here.
Next comes the alliance's artillery sweep, and the result is the sentence——
"Only the strong can survive."
This guy is just wandering around like he's overwhelming the street.
As the saying goes, seek benevolence and you will get benevolence, seek sun and you will get sun.
It was so bald, and a strong wind blew by, and the guy was bald.
Well, a huge bloody mouth as big as the bow of a destroyer suddenly fell from the sky. Even if he ducked down at the last moment, he was still rubbed on the head by the huge fangs.
Not to mention the hair, even the scalp was blown away, leaving only a bloody skull.
Facing the terrifying vertical pupils of the Devil Rex, [Drunken Bird] ignored the blood dripping down his cheek, took out a cigarette with his left hand, lit it, and took a puff.
When the Devilsaur took a bite, he raised his right hand high and fired a red flare.
An arrow pierces the clouds, and thousands of armies and cannons come to meet you.
After doing all this, he threw away the flare in his right hand, and when his upper body was bitten into the dragon's mouth, he used his last strength to make an internationally recognized friendly gesture.
"Fuck! What bastard said that if you put your body into the dragon's mouth, it belongs to the Japanese dragon?"
The sand sculpture player's sacrifice was worth it. Just twenty seconds later, shells poured down like a heavy rain.
Although the power of the 150mm field gun could not directly kill the Devilsaur, which had extremely high defense and vitality, it was enough to make him drip with blood and leave no trace of intact dragon skin on his body.
Next, it’s time for Onyxia to harvest.
The places that were hit by saturation no longer had the lush green scene in the crater, and were scorched and desolate everywhere. Fortunately, the water vapor here was very rich, so forest fires were not caused.
The continuous explosions knocked the Devilsaurus into a daze, and he didn't even react immediately when the sky suddenly darkened.
When the Black Dragon Princess's 'Austrian Meteor' hit the Devil's Dragon's face, the strange Devil's Dragon actually let out a roar that sounded like a sigh.
Onyxia ignored it and pounced on it, quickly biting off the Demonsaur's neck.
After spitting out the unpleasant-tasting flesh and blood, Onyxia said to herself nervously: "Don't blame me. If you want to blame me, blame you for being blind and blocking the master's way."
On this day, the top leaders of the Alliance and the Horde conveyed the same message.
"The road ahead is clear!"
The Alliance takes it for granted.
The tribe was frightened.
The tribe tried its best, and later added 50,000 troops from the [Iron Horde], and was able to barely maintain the front line in the southern region of Feralas, so that the insects would not reach the capital and lose face.
However, the Alliance used an exaggerated firepower network to forcefully push back. In more than half a month, it pushed away the bugs in two major areas and was about to enter the Silithus area.
The Alliance can brag, it is an indisputable fact that the number of large insects invading Feralas has decreased.
Regardless of whether the alliance is reliable or not, Thrall, after seeing the reproductive power of insects, could only bite the bullet and send an army of 100,000 to join forces with the alliance.
When these tribes hiked through the Thousand Needles area, they saw the Alliance's railroad.
Darion Mograine put his hands on his hips and looked at Varok Saurfang, who was leading the team: "Our alliance is willing to provide you with train skins as transportation. You can choose to accept it, or walk 700 kilometers.
To Tanaris."
The endurance of the orcs is quite terrifying. They can run a hundred kilometers a day even if they are fully armed.
The prerequisite is that supplies must keep up.
If you reach some desolate place and cannot hunt, the orc army will naturally collapse.
Of course, Varok can refuse to accept the alliance's kindness, but at what cost?
Varok didn't hesitate, he had finally found out about McDonald's.
When it comes to using tribal warriors as cannon fodder, McDonald will not be stingy with money and supplies.
"Then it will be a problem for the Alliance."
This time, the tribe did not send out the giant chariot of the [Iron Horde]. Even though the terrain in Silithus was quite ideal, Thrall still took precautions.
What if there is no return?
It's easy to go, but hard to come back.
He wanted to prevent the Alliance from turning against him, so he only asked Varok to lead a mixed infantry.
Varok was a bachelor. Looking at the huge and unfamiliar train carriage, he said hello and the tribal soldiers got on it boldly.
