Test Bed No. 5 stood on top of the city, looking at the countless pandaren on the horizon, knowing that Lage City would inevitably fall.
After all, Lage City is just an isolated city, not a vast kingdom. It has no supplies from the rear, no sound industrial system, and no factories that even produce guns and ammunition.
Once the ammunition is exhausted, it immediately returns to the original stage.
Test Bed No. 5 thought of many possibilities for failure, but never expected that as a public enemy of Azeroth, he would be forced to accept this humiliating failure.
He knew very well in his heart that he had no idea of saving the world, but just wanted to take personal revenge against Thrall.
But regardless of his starting point, his actions are indeed saving Azeroth and stopping the progress of the orcs and the Burning Legion. If he wins, it will really change history. There will no longer be a confrontation between the Alliance and the Horde. Azeroth
Sri Lanka moved from war to peace.
Unfortunately, the savior is not that easy to be a savior. Powerful enemies are not scary. What is scary is the strife from within. The orcs can always unite all races in Azeroth and defeat the enemies that prevent them from destroying the world.
Experimental Subject No. 5 looked at the night elves in the distance. He still couldn't figure out why the night elves sent troops.
The caveman civilians in the city have already penetrated into the tunnels and exited the city through the spider web-like tunnel. A secret dock was built not far from Lage City, and many boats were prepared for the caveman civilians to escape by boat.
He is the king of the cavemen and must consider his own people.
There are only 50,000 soldiers and a small number of Centaur legions left in the entire city of Lage, as well as tens of thousands of people who refuse to leave.
A glorious civilization has come to an end. It would be so sad if there were no martyrs. Many ambitious cavemen were unwilling to give up and vowed to live and die with the city.
Testbed No. 5 stood on the high command platform, his eyes widened. He wanted to see his kingdom destroyed with his own eyes.
Countless pandaren shouted slogans. Behind them were tauren holding weapons, and further away were orcs supervising the battle. Anyone who was timid and wanted to retreat would be mercilessly slaughtered by the orcs.
"Destroy the evil troggs for the sake of Azeroth."
There were still many pandas who did not see the situation clearly and were shouting slogans enthusiastically.
"A bunch of ignorant fools."
Testbed No. 5 was so angry that he cursed, and the caveman warriors walked out of the city gate neatly, facing the enemy on all sides.
When the first round of gunfire rang out, thousands of Pandaren fell to the ground.
The panda man was stunned for a moment, and the chanting stopped abruptly.
They did not expect that the war would be so cruel. The unarmed people would have to face the slaughter of cavemen. Panic and fear made them stagger and make them want to retreat.
However, having been driven into the battlefield, there was no choice left. The tauren behind charged forward, and the pandaren were coerced and driven into the range of the cavemen.
After all, flesh and blood could not compete with firearms. The cavemen loaded and shot in an orderly manner. Row after row of Pandaren fell down. Rivers of blood flowed on the ground, and countless injured Pandaren howled in pain.
The morale of the civilians cannot be compared with that of the soldiers. Faced with this terrible massacre, the pandaren were frightened and timid. They covered their heads with their hands and knelt on the ground shivering. Unfortunately, what they encountered was the merciless trampling of the tauren.
Many pandaren fled backwards like crazy, and finally broke through the tauren blockade. What they had to face next was the massacre of the orcs. In less than half a day, 100,000 pandaren and 40,000 tauren fell on the ground.
On the earth.
The news spread to the rear, and the remaining pandaren finally realized that they were just cannon fodder.
"This is not a war, this is a massacre." Some pandaren protested to the orcs.
In front of many pandaren, the orc officers skinned the protesting pandaren alive. The pandas were horrified. Only then did they realize that the so-called kind orcs were actually a group of ferocious beasts.
The orc officer ate the pandaren's meat raw and laughed loudly:
"Stupid Pandaren, you are just a group of lowly beasts. They are just military rations for us orcs. They are of no use except to consume the bullets of cavemen. You have no dignity. You died on the battlefield and contributed your flesh and blood to us orcs. That is
The best outcome for you is, don't resist, you are all cowards and idiots."
The tired and hungry pandaren were unable to resist. In the afternoon, another hundred thousand pandas were coerced and driven towards the battlefield. This time the high-pitched slogans disappeared, leaving only countless cries.
The cavemen once again lined up in neat lines, slaughtering the pandas and tauren who came to die.
Facing this unsuspicious massacre, Experimental Subject No. 5 couldn't stand it any longer. He wanted to order the attack to stop. Failure was inevitable anyway, so he might as well let the orcs win, which would at least reduce casualties.
"There's no point in doing this!"
Robbie appeared next to Experimental Subject No. 5. He was in the form of a night elf at the moment, and saw the hesitation of Experimental Subject No. 5:
"The death of half a million pandaren is destined. Even if you let them go, the orcs will turn them into hard dried meat or use them as cannon fodder to capture more cities."
Robbie showed a hint of reluctance, but still said helplessly:
"This is the competition for survival and the elimination law of the race. The ignorant must pay the price and can only withdraw from the stage of history, whether they are Pandaren or Night Elves."
"The Battle of Mount Hyjal is coming." Test Subject No. 5 said in a confused manner.
Robbie was stunned for a moment, then nodded imperceptibly: "This is unchangeable history."
Experimental Subject No. 5 turned around, stared at Robbie and said with a smile: "You are the same as me, right? We are both people who want to change history. My failure is already doomed, and I will see your performance next.
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The war lasted for a whole day, and countless pandaren and tauren were killed. The battlefield was filled with muddy flesh and blood, and the ground was covered with broken limbs. Even the brave caveman warriors looked pale.
Their trembling hands gradually became unable to hold the muskets.
As night fell, the war still did not stop. Another 100,000 pandas and 40,000 tauren were driven to the battlefield. Experimental Subject No. 5 sent out the final reserve team, and even the remaining civilians went to the battlefield.
The orcs' human sea tactics finally won. The cavemen who had been fighting for a whole day were exhausted. Many of the caveman's phalanx were broken up by the tauren, and only a few cavemen were able to escape underground.
Finally, the pandaren rushed under the city wall of Lag City. Their corpses piled up like mountains. The tauren stepped on the stacked corpses and attacked the city wall. War drums sounded in the distance, and the night elves joined the battle.
The ensuing war was meaningless. With the fall of the city gates on all sides, the night elves' army entered Lag City.
Test Subject No. 5 lit the command podium with his own hands, staring at the city destined to be forgotten in the blazing fire.
The night elves rushed into Rag City, and the last resistance of the troggs was just a battle of dignity. Varstan Staghelm hated his failure, and he personally rushed to the front, slaughtering the poor trogg civilians.
The battle lasted most of the night and ended only after the last caveman was killed.
The orcs never participated in the battle except to supervise the battle outside.
An orc scout ran to Thrall and reported the battle situation on the front line:
"The great savior, the night elves are exhausted." (To be continued)