"Don't come over! Go! Get away from the Alliance! Don't come over -" Wo'jin roared heartbreakingly.
It's useless, the battlefield is too chaotic. The tribe's command relies entirely on shouting, and this shortcoming is clearly exposed at this time. Vol'jin's order is rational, but it cannot be conveyed to the rear army.
The Scourge's air force attacked the army, which was a scam. What's more, Kel'Thuzad's commanding talent has been underestimated by the world!
Taking advantage of the conflict between the Alliance and the Horde, Naxxramas chose a place without Alliance air defenses to attack the Horde army.
This is the first advantage.
Taking advantage of the orcs' eagerness to return home is the second advantage.
In the sky, a huge diamond-shaped fortress slowly descended, stuck in the tribe's long human dragon with extremely precise accuracy.
The extremely bitter Chief Ke cut the tribal team into three or seven, letting go of the 30% in the front and intercepting the 70% in the back.
The evil thing is that the fortress does not fall very fast.
As the saying goes, "Wangshan is a race to death." Almost all tribal warriors subconsciously feel that as long as they rush fast enough, they can rush to the entrance of Thousand Needles Stone Forest before the fortress is pressed down.
In fact, from their position, they could even see the towering stone pillars in the distance of Thousand Needles Stone Forest.
The long period of fighting outside, the desire to return home, and the anger against the undead natural disaster drove them to rush towards the bottom of the fortress desperately.
Orcs, who generally have relatively simple minds, don't want to think about it: If they are closer to the enemy's fortress, will they receive more intense firepower?
But Kel'Thuzad ordered: The further away from the fortress, the harder the attack will be.
He is well versed in human nature and knows very well that if the orcs are allowed to run away and run around on the golden plains that are more than two hundred kilometers long and wide, no matter how many natural disaster soldiers there are, they will not be able to catch them.
Why not seduce them to die together?
Dark green bombs and natural disaster artillery continued to wreak havoc on the scattered array of orcs. Closer, a large number of skeleton shooters harvested the lives of orc soldiers with poisoned arrows.
A good retreat suddenly turned into a siege. How could the unprepared Horde army enter Naxxramas?
The flying fortress is closer to the ground, even closer, from five kilometers high, to one kilometer, and then to five hundred meters. Such a large fortress provides a stronger sense of oppression, which in turn drives the tribal warriors
Rush regardless, because there are still lucky people ahead who can rush through!
Little did they know that the lucky ones who were able to get through were the result of Mr. Ke’s deliberate order not to shoot all the tribe soldiers?
The number of lucky people has been accurately controlled. From the initial five people who could escape, it became a one-tenth chance, and then 5%, 1%.
This scene broke Varok and Vol'jin's hearts.
"Ancestors! These are all good men of the tribe, the elites of the tribe! I brought them out, but they did not die in Ahn'Qiraj, but died in a place like this. How can I have the face to see Chief Thrall!"
Having said that, Varok slashed his ax and wanted to kill himself on the spot.
His ax was snatched away by Delanoche!
"Dad! Don't be stupid! If you die here, your body will be worth those damn bones! Let's go! Let's go!" Little Saurfang's eyes widened angrily and he roared at his father.
Vol'jin also stopped Varok: "Dranosh is right! We must leave now! Don't misunderstand our comrades. Firstly, try to preserve the vitality of the tribe. Secondly... secondly... even if they join the Alliance
It’s better than giving your life to the Scourge.”
This is undoubtedly a difficult decision!
When the tribe evacuated, a large number of high-end ordnance obtained from the Iron Horde, such as the Iron Star, were placed in the army. These hard-won possessions were far more valuable than ordinary soldiers.
Human lives alone cannot withstand the Alliance's artillery. At this time, human lives and ordnance have to be cruelly weighed on the scales.
The color drained from Varok's face: "But, but, Garrosh is still in the rear!"
I don't know whether it was luck or misfortune, but in order to prevent the elite of the tribe from being wiped out by the Alliance during the retreat, Wo'jin asked heroes such as the Tauren Chief Kane and the Beast King Rexxar to lead the elite Tauren to evacuate before the army. This part of the vanguard has already
Almost evacuated to Thunder Bluff.
The only remaining heroes in the tribe's back line were a stupid roarer and a bunch of captains.
Now that they are withdrawing, aren't they just selling out their idiots?
"I don't care about that anymore! Send out the signal to evacuate. Run! Otherwise we will all die here." Wojin was about to cry.
The signal flares learned from humans finally came in handy.
Seeing the rising signal flares, countless tribal warriors shed tears on the spot.
This signal of everyone running away simply tarnishes the honor of the tribe.
Some people turned around and ran away, while others continued to rush towards Naxxramas, which was getting lower and lower like crazy. He was the orc hero Garrosh Hellscream.
"Trash! Coward! Varok! Vol'jin! I will definitely kill you when I get back!" It has to be said that the idiot in history yelled at all kinds of evil people, but his own strength is actually not weak.
Along the way, [Blood Roar] was flying up and down, and there were almost no enemies against him.
Until he encounters a giant abomination: "Patchwick is playing with you!"
"Get out of here!" the grumpy old man yelled, making a big jump that no mortal could dream of, leaping four stories high, followed by a double jump on Hate's shoulder, and finally hit Hate's head with an axe.
If it were an ordinary undead creature and half of its head was chopped off, it would probably be gone.
The key to hatred is never in the head!
A big hand dripping with blood and pus suddenly grabbed Naozanhou's body and swung it down.
"Bang!"
Brainless Roar was thrown to the point where he vomited blood.
The next second, Patchwick's big hook suddenly fell.
Originally, Brainless Roar had the last chance to escape. In fact, he did so. He scrambled on his hands and feet in an attempt to get out of the killing range of the giant rusty hook. Who knew that a death knight with a human appearance appeared?
Well, Thoras Trollbane, the former King of Stromgard, used a spicy sword skill to force the brainless roar back.
After a fierce blow that cracked the ground within a ten-meter radius, there was no more.
Solas ruthlessly scanned the battlefield: "Let's finish it!"
Naxxramas finally crashed to the ground. Amidst the splashing smoke and dust, countless death knights rode strange undead horses and rushed out from various passages in the fortress, sweeping across the entire Shining Gold Plains...
When he received the news, McDonald was holding Alleria in his arms. He was stunned and almost pinched the thigh in his hands until it turned purple.
"What? Are you so stupid that you scream to death?"
Just when McDonald was lost in thought, Finna's Golden Sword suddenly sent a report: "Garrosh Hellscream ran to the Golden Sword Port with the remaining soldiers, hoping that the Alliance would temporarily take them in."
