Ordinary undead creatures may be okay, but one or two of the guys in the organization area are mentally ill, perhaps because they adhere to the duty of guarding the door given to them by Mr. Ke. Especially after the alliance official announced that Mr. Ke was eliminated, all the organizational bosses have become cats.
In his own doghouse, he refused to come out despite being bombarded by the tribe.
Two fat men and a big beetle blocked the door together and wildly released plague gas. It didn't matter whether it was applied or not. It was so disgusting.
It was so close that the Horde almost suspected that the Alliance was not sincere at all.
(Mr. Mai: Be more confident and remove the ‘doubt’.)
Fortunately, Darion, who had received the order long ago, quickly said before Thrall and others changed their expressions: "The Alliance defeated Kel'Thuzad and used the residue of his soul to forge spiritual instructions that the undead in Naxxramas would obey.
If there is no better way, you might as well try it.”
Sal's face looked better now. He looked at each other and the tribal chiefs, nodded and said, "We don't have a better way, so we might as well give it a try."
There is no way to go on fighting to the death. Since the New Quicksand War, the tribe has been overdrawing the future of several ethnic groups.
There is too much filling of human lives, and all races can’t stand it.
Unfortunately, if we don't fight, we will be exterminated.
Then the teeth were knocked out and blood was swallowed.
Coupled with the support of the Iron Tribe, we have been able to survive until now.
When encountering this kind of blocking style, you should have used heroes to attack.
However, the development of the tribe is very different from that in history. Since Queen Xi and Lor'themar did not enter the trap, and the legal systems that followed them did not come much, the proportion of heroes' professions was seriously out of balance.
Generally speaking, there are too many warriors and too few long-range professions, which makes you very passive when encountering Grobrus who is flying around (releasing plague). The circles of green plague gas seriously limit the performance of melee heroes.
After the collective blood loss, the few wet nurse heroes in the tribe could no longer nurse.
Besides, there is also a Patchwick running around wildly, interrupting the rhythm in various ways. The tribe is really at a loss now.
So, among hundreds of thousands of tribesmen watching.
I saw several armored vehicles coming from the alliance. One of the vehicles had a neck stretcher on the roof, and a dirty god was tied to a big rope hanging from it.
"Uh, this is..." Even Thrall, a master of Shaman talent, couldn't understand this drama.
"No, this is a warlock with strange abilities, but we were afraid that he would be corrupted by Kel'Thuzad's remnant soul and go crazy, so we had to take this step." Darien explained.
To put it bluntly, even the Alliance’s own people don’t believe this kind of nonsense.
There are warlocks in the alliance, and the most disliked ones are warlocks. There are some guys named [Dirty Gods] in the Trident Army, and most of these unknown creatures happen to be warlocks...
Hey, I understand everything.
The armored vehicle stopped, [Heihei Kucha Master] curled his lips and said, "Untie him."
The new dirty god [Ku Luo] shouted loudly as soon as the seal on his mouth was torn off: "No! I don't accept it, why hang my lamppost? I just posted some dirty pictures..."
[Stupefied] Pretending to call the police: "Police, this is the person. Forget it, we should do it ourselves."
With a greeting, the other players quickly greased [Kuluo] with oil and sprinkled it with some Kel'Thuzad brand cumin.
"Ah! I have sacrificed my life for the boss, and I have fought to eliminate racial apartheid. I refuse to accept it——"
Extremely strangely, the ruins of Naxxramas, which had remained silent when not attacked, suddenly began to boil.
Countless zombies, structures, abominations, and even ooze monsters and other random undead people poured out from the gap made by the tribe, and rushed towards [Kuluo] like crazy, baring their teeth and claws.
This guy was almost scared to death.
"Help! Kill someone! Ya Mie Die——"
[Ku Luo] The more he shouted, the more excited the undead people became.
[Heihei Kucha Master] patted the steel plate of the armored vehicle, and the driver understood it. The car made a graceful flick, turned around, and drove in the direction of the crossroads fortress, driving leisurely.
If you drive too slowly, you will be overtaken.
If I drive too fast, I'm afraid the bones won't be able to catch up.
It felt like using a piece of meat to lure 10,000 crocodiles out of the pond, and the whole tribe was dumbfounded.
This is not tens of thousands, but a raging offensive composed of hundreds of thousands of undead. The number of these undead is so large that it is spread out over the vast and desolate land of the Barrens. It is actually impossible to see the end at a glance.
Thrall had to twist his neck to see the entire undead front from west to east.
There were so many centurions, and the centurion swallowed silently, thinking to himself, if the tribe had to use human lives to fill them, I don't know how many more would be enough.
Only the brainless roar had a gloomy face, not knowing what he was thinking.
An hour later, Crossroads Fortress.
In front of the majestic city wall, a super formation was formed, which was a composite defense line five kilometers wide and one kilometer deep.
At the forefront are several giant tank trenches running east-west, filled with gasoline.
Two hundred meters to the north are various trenches and foxholes, dotted with large and small bunkers, and more than 300 tanks of various types.
However, the expression of embarrassment can be clearly seen on every soldier's face.
General Kurtaz turned on the loudspeaker and taught these alliance recruits: "Listen up, you rookies. It is because of the efforts of your fathers that you can grow up safely. Although they are still strong, they still have the heavy task of fighting evil.
It’s time for you to share some of the burden. When we take aim later, if anyone fires cannons randomly, I’ll kick their ass!"
The words of the former dwarf lord were still so rude and unreasonable.
The city wall behind the new recruits was filled with elite soldiers of Stratholme's Second Army, and these veterans burst into laughter.
"Boys, don't be so scared that you wet your pants."
"Back then, your grandfather only had a shotgun and was fighting for his life. You should be content with that."
The veterans' laughter made many recruits feel embarrassed and at the same time a little relieved.
Because even if they collapse, there will still be veterans who can tell the truth.
Using the old to bring in the new, having sufficient armaments, and using bullets and cannons at will, the Stratholme Federation is so arrogant.
On the top of the city, Bridget Abidis was still a little nervous: "Sir, is there no problem with my arrangement?"
On the surface, Kurtaz is leading the troops this time, but the actual commander is Bridget.
The old dwarf looked at the female general who was put down by McDonald and was leading an army alone for the first time. He took a puff of his cigar and grinned: "It's okay. I have never fought such a rich battle in my life."
Bridget looked south. In the distance beyond her sight, there was a man in the tree-lined fortress that made her a little helpless.
"That bastard is probably still in the bellies of those goblins. Then he found us annoying and deliberately sent us to the front line." She looked at Ilucia and Sally not far away, and felt that the future was dark.
Mai in the tree-lined fortress sneezed: "Haqiu! Who cursed me!?"
