Basically, every four hours of running, you can come across a train station. When the orc soldiers get off the train to take a rest, they can see the perfectly defrosted...dinosaur meat.
Orcs are actually quite picky about meat.
On the other hand, I don’t like domesticated pork because I think it’s not chewy.
Their fangs evolved over thousands of years are more suitable for eating tough meat.
Feeling the unabashed hostility of the Alliance soldiers, and feeling their steely discipline under the constraints of orders, Varok was extremely emotional, and secretly sighed in his heart: What kind of terrifying race have we provoked!
As an old warrior who has experienced three Dark Portal battles, Varok knows very well what happened and how the orcs, deceived and induced by Gul'dan, invaded Azeroth and fought against the Alliance to this point.
He knows the truth but has no regrets.
This is where the butt determines the head.
As an orc, he was destined to be unable to pity the humans who had their homes destroyed and lost their lives by the war.
So, some of them are just emotional.
As for how to get along with the Alliance in the future, and whether the Horde can counterattack, this is not something Varok can consider.
It is an orc's sharp blade, and it is the Warchief who holds the blade, not Varok.
"Father, what's wrong? The Alliance has a trap?" The speaker was Dranosh Saurfang, his son.
"No, don't think too much. Alliance leader McDonald's Stratholme is a man of his word. He will not go back on what he has said. As for whether we have the ability to defeat the enemy in front of us, it still depends on ourselves.
ability."
"Haha! Father, don't worry, I will become the greatest warrior."
"You will." For some reason, Varok looked at the carriage behind him, where Garrosh was. Varok was worried about the ambitions of the Warsong chieftain.
Relying on external forces to seize the dominance of the tribe?
If that's the case with you, Garrosh, then I'm very disappointed.
As the leader of the tribal military under Thrall, Varok suppressed his inner uneasiness.
This time, except Thrall who stayed behind, all the other heroes from the tribe came.
Thrall realized the equipment gap with the alliance heroes and had to give it a try.
This should obviously be a cause for concern. Vol'jin and Varok have quite the same opinion in this regard. MacDonald will not attack his allies on the battlefield.
Maybe, this is the reputation.
…
When the Horde army arrived by train, the Alliance had already pushed its troops into the Silithus area.
McDonald came to the historical Staghelm Post and today's Black Dragon Post. He watched the engineers quickly use prefabricated modules to build bunkers and city walls. He nodded with satisfaction and entered his five-meter-high temporary tent.
Liadrin helped MacDonald open the curtain of the tent, and MacDonald saw Tyrande.
"What's wrong? Are you still used to it?"
Tyrande glanced at the scene in the distance.
At this time, hundreds of flying insects the size of carriages formed a scattered array, breaking through the clouds and rushing towards the alliance forward.
There was no circling movement, they directly attacked the human tank below.
If it were in the past, the sentries around Tyrande would have fired their weapons at once, unsheathed their weapons, bent their bows and nocked arrows. Now, these night elf female archers, who are slim but powerful but cannot be underestimated, just secretly fasten their weapons behind their backs.
longbow.
In the originally clear sky, a curtain wall composed of countless green and red tracer bullets immediately appeared in front of the chariot group, looking like fireworks at the Winter Veil Festival.
Then, as the angle of the anti-aircraft gun dropped, the wall of death composed of this firepower network immediately moved forward, and the diving bugs had no time to dodge, and directly hit it head-on.
There was a crackle and a continuous sound of Zerg limbs exploding in the distance. The distance was dark, and it felt like a black rainstorm. Countless limb fragments and turbid insect slurry fell one after another, and it was hard.
A layer of them was spread on the ground.
Tyrande has seen this scene too many times in the past few days.
Compared with the artillery-based Allied forces on Mount Hyjal, the current metal storm is even more terrifying.
The Alliance's mechanized troops are so powerful that the mountain giants that Fandral worked so hard to bring are a bit like an honor guard.
Fandral can't help humans showing off.
He pointed at the center of the map of Silithus: "We plan to build a fortress here and use it as the center to sweep away the surrounding insect nests."
The place he was pointing to was a high ground.
In terms of momentum, this extreme Druid boss is perfect.
"Well, very energetic." McDonald sat down leisurely, took the black tea cup from Kalia's hand, and took a sip.
"This is not a mental problem, this is progress! It has been discovered that there is an [Ash Hive] 5 miles north of here, and a [Zora Hive] 20 miles southwest..." Fandral blah blah blah
He talked about a lot of advantages of building a fortress here.
In the end, McDonald said: "Okay, no problem."
"I plan to build this fortress according to night elf standards."
"Can."
"This fortress will be named after [Cenario]."
"Can."
Macdonald agreed so neatly that Fandal, who thought he was making things difficult and slapping Macdonald in the face, just felt that his punch hit the cotton, and it felt like the power was in the wrong place.
McDonald agreed, and the other big guys wouldn't object.
The dwarves were just curious about what the night elves would come up with.
After the meeting ended, Tyrande went to McDonald's privately and asked, "Why do you all go along with what he wants?"
"There's nothing wrong with it! After all, the continent of Kalimdor is centered on the night elves. And the Druid teachings may be able to be transferred to the tauren of the tribe in the future. I have always been interested in the natural way of the Druid faction.
Repay with respect."
McDonald's attitude made Tyrande frown: "Are you planning to see his joke?"
"No, the alliance has always been a multi-racial alliance. All races contribute, isn't it great? Besides, even if something happens, I will be here at Black Dragon Post to take care of you, so you have no worries about retreat. What are you afraid of? Let all races show their strength.
Isn’t it bad?”
Tyrande was speechless.
Prestige is something that is indeed created.
In recent years, humans, no, it should be said that it is just the Stratholme Federation that has been in the limelight, which also makes McDonald's voice a bit too big.
Out of the instinct to fight for the right to speak, Tyrande knew that she must also show off.
Moreover, in the previous [Battle of Quicksand], the main force was the night elves.
This replica-style battle is also the revenge of the night elves.
Of course, the biggest reason why McDonald did this was that the task of opening Silithus was super troublesome!
MacDonald gave up the initiative so generously and was willing to guarantee the bottom line. Tyrande breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly his face changed and he burst into laughter: "I knew you were the most reliable, MacDonald."
Mai:???
There are always troublemakers, no, there are always priestesses who want to take advantage of me?
