Chapter 913 Difficulties are always more than solutions (1 more)
"Tons, tons, tons!"
You 1.6-meter-tall orc peon! After drinking this bloody version of [Little Bird Vodka], you will be the Davarish of our new tribe!
The tens of thousands of square kilometers of land in Nagrand are filled with scenes of people chasing death and chasing north.
The evil orc army headed by the Thunder God clan swept across this land with many floating islands and full of green grass.
They are like locusts, invincible and raging everywhere.
Kill all the rebels, then forcibly pour demon blood on all the captured orcs, then drive them out of their camp, spread out, attack and plunder more clans.
In the areas occupied by the evil orcs on the earth, there is no longer a serious hunter. These controlled evil orcs have abandoned their nomadic life that has been inherited for thousands of years and only make a living by plundering.
Nothing to eat?
Go grab the next clan!
After robbing them, kill them all, transform them all, then burn them all.
With this outrageous snowballing strategy, anyone with a brain knows that they will eventually destroy themselves.
but……
"Who cares?" The Eredar twins, and even their slave the black witch Falina, all felt the twisted pleasure of destruction.
Before coming to Azeroth, some players would still feel unbearable, but after witnessing the first battle of the Dark Portal with their own eyes, how the orcs burned, killed, and looted, not sparing any human women and children, the players felt towards the orcs.
The experience at this moment was untouchable.
No, I should say, even a little bit happy.
Heaven's way is easy to reincarnate, no one will be spared by heaven.
Regardless of the reason for launching the war, the orcs finally suffered their retribution after nearly wiping out the draenei and humans.
Twelve years have passed, and it has just happened to be a reincarnation!
Here, after knowing the tragedy that happened on the land of Nagrand, Thrall finally couldn't sit still.
If this drags on any longer, the orcs in Nagrand will be exterminated.
He issued the most severe marching orders.
No matter what thunder lies ahead, let me get through it.
So, with Wo'jin's suggestion and the goblin's design, a simple steamroller was born. The principle is very simple. It is to cut off the thick stalks of the big mushrooms that can be seen everywhere in Zangarmarsh, use them as rollers, and then supplement them with handrails.
promote.
If you can't install handrails, use a simple wooden pole as a crowbar.
Anyway, the orcs try to use large rollers as much as possible.
In doing so, many large anti-tank mines were indeed detonated. However, the crude imitation roller could not guarantee the triggering of small anti-infantry mines on uneven ground.
At the end of the day, they advanced less than five kilometers, but at the cost of more than 500 orcs being killed and more than 3,000 orc soldiers having their arms and legs broken.
When the wailing wounded soldiers filled the tribe's wounded barracks, Thrall's body and mind were shaking.
Too bad!
If it were a tribe from the old days, no one would care how many casualties there were.
Hunting and being killed by prey, this is your cup of tea!
Even if you freeze to death at dozens of degrees below zero, you are still the one to choose!
If you don’t have a hunting ground, you’ll starve to death, and you’re still a loser!
A truly powerful orc should be able to handle everything. If you don't, it's because you're not strong enough.
This consensus is passed down from generation to generation and instilled in the soul and bones of every orc.
This is an old-school orc who blames God for everything and never blames his own people.
However, as the orcs invaded Azeroth and were defeated by the Alliance, the orcs became confused.
What we have believed in for generations is no longer working?
The brainless guy is still addicted to the positive side.
Thoughtful orcs are prone to misunderstandings.
On the other hand, the limited land could not support so many orcs to continue their hunting life. Thrall had to learn from humans and began to promote pig breeding in pig pens in the tribe.
This is progress in terms of filling people's bellies.
For the nomadic life that the orcs are accustomed to, this is an innovation, or...destruction.
Stable food also brings stronger centripetal force. Instead of the original chief calling each clan together, the guys below can listen to the announcement or not.
The tribes began to establish a centralized system, and what followed was the people's dependence on centralized power in their lives.
The idea probably became: We fight for the war chief, but the war chief also wants to control our life and death.
If these injured soldiers are abandoned, it will undoubtedly greatly reduce the burden on the tribal army, but no one can guarantee that the resulting low morale problem can be solved.
Sal was so stuck that he died of discomfort.
Unfortunately, there was no way to turn back. Thrall had to give up the idea of uniting other races. On the one hand, he sent out the air force to continue to find ways to contact his kin, and on the other hand, he collected cannon fodder throughout Zangarmarsh and used physical demining methods.
In addition to ogres, spore people, fungus giants, striders and other races, Zangarmarsh also has a considerable number of [Broken Ones]. These crazy draenei were captured by the tribe's search troops and then taken to the front line.
Demining.
This is also a bad thing, but the orcs have done it once to the draenei back then, and of course they don't mind doing it a second time now, not to mention the rookie draenei who have become smaller in size after being corrupted by demonic power.
If the weight is not enough, let them pick up whatever they want in their hands, maybe rocks, or even the corpses of their compatriots.
With desperate push, the tribe spent about two weeks and finally approached the middle of the mountain road leading to Nagrand.
At this moment, a Burning Legion demon appeared.
That's a not uncommon succubus!
"Humble and brainless orcs! Just wait and wait until the great Queen Cailitris has trained your compatriots! She will let you meet each other."
He didn't wait for the tribe's demining troops to react.
Suddenly there was a shocking loud noise.
The glare of the explosion seemed to pierce the eyelids, forcibly projecting an evil and dazzling green light onto the eyeballs.
The impact caused by the attack set off a strong earthquake, making Thrall feel a little difficult to maintain his balance even three kilometers away.
The ground shook and the mountains shook. After the orcs' eyes finally recovered from the blindness, the huge canyon that had occupied the center of the tribe's soldiers' vision not long ago had disappeared.
"God damn the devil! He actually blew up the valley!?" Thrall couldn't believe his eyes. He was almost furious.
However, after the rage, he was filled with endless sorrow.
The only passage between Zangarmarsh and Nagrand is a valley, with both sides of the valley more than 800 meters high.
The giant evil energy bomb collapsed the mountain wall, creating a landslide area more than 200 meters high and more than two kilometers long. This blocked the way home for the orcs.
This time, Sal really couldn't hold himself any longer and sat on the ground a little slumped, unable to raise his head for a long time.
He didn't know that in the northern part of Zangarmarsh, the Alliance's partial divisions had already assembled and were preparing to pass through Blade's Edge Mountain, a passage in the middle of the mountain, and fight towards the other side of the mountain.
Kael'thas bowed deeply to McDonald who was seeing him off: "Thank you, my Lord..."
