Grand Arcanist of Azeroth

Chapter 140 Start the Shortcut Plan Again

In the burning orc camp, those orc infantry who had gone completely crazy fought to the last moment.

There was no surrender, no escape, and all the orc infantry died in the camp.

To evaluate these orc infantry from an objective point of view, they are undoubtedly respectable warriors.

However, the reality is cruel, they are just lackeys for the Burning Legion to invade Azeroth.

Even Herald, a kind and civilized person, would not show any mercy to the green-skinned orcs who drank the devil's blood.

The green orcs have caused so much bloodshed, now it's time to pay for it!

Killing for life is a matter of course!
The small arcane puppet picked up the broken adamantine battle axe, then flew into the sky to identify the direction of the Blackstone Mountains, and quickly flew towards the pass of the barren land.

When the Titans took care of the planet Azeroth, they reshaped the terrain of the continent with special care.

For each region of the continent, the Titans shaped mountains to surround it, forming a closed grid-like distribution of regions.

This kind of geographical environment where each area is closed has great advantages for mortals!

Since only a few passes are passable, a terrible disaster in a local area will not quickly spread to the entire continent.

In this way, the guardians left behind by Titan can handle emergencies quite conveniently.

In ancient times, trolls were infected with the terrible plague of corrupted blood.

The Guardians sprang into action, isolating the infected trolls from the healthy ones.

The Guardians then slayed the source of the Corrupted Blood Plague while figuring out how to cure the infected trolls.

The terrible evil god who called himself Hakkar, the blood god, could no longer enter Azeroth.

This is the benefit that can be brought by the closure of various regions.

If the mortal races of the entire continent are infected with the Corrupted Blood Plague, maybe Azeroth will have to be restarted!

However, this relatively closed geographical environment makes ground marching quite troublesome.

Small arcane golems have wreaked havoc on the Burning Steppes.

The huge coalition forces have just entered the barren land at this moment.

Fly south from the Badlands to enter the Burning Steppes, then continue south into the Redridge Mountains.

But most of them are coalition forces of ground forces, and they need to go west through the entire scorching canyon to get through the Blackstone Tower stuck on the Blackstone Mountain Range.

Go south through the Blackrock Tower into the Burning Plains, and then go east across the entire Burning Plains to come to the pass leading to the Red Ridge Mountains.

Such a winding marching route is completely tossing the poor human heavy infantry!
They need to carry heavy weapons and armor, as well as food and water for marching.

Even those hard-working donkeys couldn't bear such torture!
However, according to the high-level planning of the coalition forces, the human heavy infantry went on step by step in this way.

This has been the way wars have been going on for thousands of years, and nothing has changed.

Looking at the temperature data of the Burning Plains and Scorching Canyon collected by the small arcane golem, Herald felt the need to change the marching route.

He recorded the data and forwarded it to Lord Lothar, and suggested that he go directly to the Blackstone Mountains and go south, leaving the orcs in Blackrock Tower alone.

A magical messenger in the form of an owl, flying to the east at an extremely fast speed.

Under the moonlight, its illusory body exudes a mysterious silver light, forming a striking silver light belt in the night sky.

The magic courier flies so fast that no flying creature can overtake it.

In just a few minutes, this magical creation traveled hundreds of kilometers to the depths of the coalition camp.

Although it was getting late, Sir Lothar hadn't slept yet.

The nearly 60-year-old veteran was very excited to wipe out the orcs along the way.

According to the current progress, taking half a year to recover Stormwind City is not a dream.

Just as he and a group of high-level coalition forces were deducing the battle situation and formulating the next action plan, an owl flew in from the window and landed on Khadgar's shoulder swaggeringly.

Magic messengers are not available to ordinary people.

Only the caster can read the messages carried by the magical messenger.

So Herald sent it to Khadgar, a young and unlearned spy.

Khadgar reached out and touched the owl's head, then projected its message onto the sand table.

Seeing part of the landform and temperature information of the Scorching Canyon and the Burning Plain, Sir Lothar and others all felt a chill down their backs.

Humans know that these two areas are hot, but they never thought it would be this bad!
Dwarves and gnomes are well aware of Searing Gorge.

However, they are relatively strong in various resistances and can withstand harsh environmental devastation.

Looking at the faintly visible red light in the west, Sir Lothar decided to go there tomorrow for a field trip.

Early the next morning, Sir Lothar took the steam tank to Searing Canyon.

Unlike the tanks on the earth, which are getting flatter and flatter, the steam tanks of the gnomes are quite huge!
Even Sir Lothar, a tall human warrior, could stand inside without bumping his head.

When this thing is driving on the road, no enemy dares to intercept it head-on.

Because of the spiked rollers installed on the front of the car, it can tear enemies or obstacles blocking the way to pieces.

The short-barrel cannon installed on the car, even the giant dragon dare not take a real shot.

The caliber of that thing is super large, which is completely the standard of the main gun of a battleship.

It is also very easy to overturn half a football field with one shot!
The tank that can carry this giant cannon is of course a very abnormal tonnage.

Its combat weight is close to [-] tons, which is even more exaggerated than the heaviest mouse tank on earth!
Of course, an armored monster with such an abnormal tonnage cannot be driven by a backward steam engine.

The power source used to drive this armored monster is a more advanced gas turbine.

The gnomes are just too lazy to change the name, so they keep using the name Steam Tank.

Moreover, the gas turbine will also emit steam, so it is not a big problem to say that it is a steam tank.

"Huhu" A steaming tank is a steam tank!
The steam tank, which looks strange and bulky, can travel five to six hundred kilometers continuously at a speed of no less than fifty kilometers per hour.

If it were replaced by those very advanced tanks on the earth, they would already be lying on the ground and unable to move!
The steam tanks of the Wizarding World don't have this annoyance.

Better metals, better fuel, and consumable parts are enhanced with enchantments.

Provided there were no obstructions along the way and fuel supplies were in place, steam tanks could traverse the entire continent from north to south.

When the sun was about to set, a daytime steam tank drove and finally arrived near the entrance of the scorching canyon.

Looking at the numerous bones along the way and the burned orc camp in the distance, Sir Lothar admired the fighting power of the high elf army.

Thousands of years ago, the high elves still needed to win over humans to deal with forest trolls.

Now a ranger army of less than 300 people can already wipe out an orc army of at least tens of thousands of people.

Sir Lothar, who is experienced in commanding combat, can deduce the entire process of the battle from various traces on the battlefield.

First set fire to the orc camp, and then carried out several rounds of long-range sniping with muskets.

When the enemy is approaching, ride a chocobo to keep the distance away, and at the same time shoot and kill the pursuers with a bow and arrow.

The chocobo ran so fast that it was impossible for the orc army to catch up.

The high elf ranger riding a chocobo can restrain most troops to death!

But when he saw the gecko-like high elf ranger jumping and climbing on the cliffs of the pass, he suddenly felt that his judgment was wrong.

Those high elf rangers who can leap tens of meters and can jump continuously don't seem to need the maneuvering assistance of the chocobo.

Sir Lothar never imagined that the super parkour scene performed by the high elf rangers was actually just the most elementary way of using it.

When they can fly short distances, they are truly qualified.

Even if it can only fly a few kilometers away, it is still a very defiant means of maneuvering!
(End of this chapter)