Stratholme God

   Chapter 1293 The style of painting is wrong!

Players start with [sweeping legs] or [positive kick] kicking a stone to focus on the orc's lower plate. Orc knuckles.

   That's right, your muscles are stronger, but the joints are still the same joints. If the joints are broken, the mad orc is just a ball of meat that can jump.

   That's a **** of a lot.

   "Ow oow——" A Shahua Orc whose elbows and knees were all knocked off roared loudly, and what was completely inconsistent with his fierce expression and his wide-open **** mouth was his poor ability to move asymmetrically with his swollen body.

   has no hands or feet, even if he wants to bite with his teeth, he has to be within reach!

  【Advance Magic Reform】: "Yo, look, that person looks like a bastard!"

  【Nightmare Demon Dragon】: "That's right! God is also born green."

  Sand sculptures are passed down from person to person.

  A sand sculpture player finds it fun, and everyone around is learning.

   After three or five efforts, Lao Chen was shocked to find that almost all orc warriors had passively become kings within his field of vision.

  People are vicious and evil, and you act like a villain. You are so foolish, you are turning them into clowns. You make us native pandaren so embarrassed!

  Sorry!

   Pandaren Feng comment was killed!

   That's all.

  【Drunk Bird】and his sister 【Staying Goose】 were standing on the edge of a cliff about fifteen meters above the ground.

  【Drunk Bird】is in charge of Gaga, and his sister is in charge of random killings.

   "Your warchief is a piece of shit."

   "You are all sold. He only cares about his [Iron Horde]."

   "Thrall is your real son-"

The word    is a melodious orcish language. For these hard-nosed orcish fans, every word is the most vicious curse.

   This guy just roared a few times and easily achieved the effect of group ridicule.

   As for Miss [Stay Goose], that's a lot of ruthless people.

   In the face of the orcs who rushed up, she was a book of "Wrestling Skills in White Eyebrow Boxing".

   Destroys the center of gravity, stumbles, falls horizontally, falls over the shoulder, and falls from a **** windmill.

  's agile movements, those four-two punches, and easily threw the orcs who rushed up with red eyes to the cliff.

"sister!"

   "What? Let the farts go!"

   "The valley below is about to become a rooftop dedicated to the stock market."

"what?"

   "The corpses are all piled up!"

   is outrageous, the orcs interrupted the continuous killing of the two brothers and sisters, and actually filled the cliff with corpses.

   Seeing that the pit man was still immobile, the two siblings were forced to switch to the normal battle mode.

   Pandaria's side is actually fine. With the addition of the Storm Kingdom army and the sudden force of the trident pandaren, Lao Chen and the others fought against the army, and they just pushed forward normally every day.

  On Kalimdor's side, that's called the style of painting.

The    orcs were bewitched by their warchief, and before going to the front, Garrosh, who was standing on the high platform, said:

"Our tribe has the mightiest warriors in the world! The most glorious tradition! So we should have the best land! Where the damned scourge destroys our hunting grounds, where our fellow men are starving and gnawing at the bark, When they were forced to raise their battle axes against the other clans, the damned Alliance was so full that even their dogs could eat meat! Are you convinced?"

   Despicable Roar raised his arms and immediately received a tsunami-like response——

   Countless messy weapons are held high to the sky!

   Orcs, some trolls, Gorons, etc. shouted.

   "Disagree! Disagree! Disagree!"

   Garrosh held high [Gorrowl]: "Then what are you waiting for? Go fight! Go plunder! Go get honor! And the best land in the world! Kill all the Alliance dogs—"

   "Kill all the Alliance dogs—"

   Suffering from hunger for more than a year, under the long-term tragic atmosphere, the resentment of the tribesmen was easily ignited by this fanatical atmosphere.

   There was no so-called strategy, no logistical arrangements, and no set goals. They were quickly loaded into animal carts, or goblin balloons and airships, and began to go to the front line at the border between the Alliance and the Horde.

   And after agitating the Horde soldiers and doing all this, the great Warchief Garrosh Hellscream disappeared.

  The thirst for the land of the tribal warriors has reached a crazy point. They have no culture and only know how to blindly follow the orders of the warchief.

   is rooted in the tradition of the Orcs, and no one thinks there is anything wrong with it.

   Instead, the former Warchief Thrall, who has been suppressing their nature, is strange.

  This is where they are not angry.

   As for trolls, most of them are young trolls who actively participate in the war. They also couldn't understand Warchief Vol'jin's caution, and they were more eager to prove their prowess in the Horde.

   However, such a group of tribal soldiers marched to the front without knowing what weapons their enemies were using.

  Everything is too far from their cognition!

   The goblin airship is escorted by a bipedal dragon knight, but unfortunately, it is really useless.

   They only heard a strange screeching sound above their heads, and when they looked up, most of the knights couldn't see anything. Only the flying dragon knight with the best eyesight could barely see that there seemed to be a few more black spots in the sun.

Too late!

   It was like a cluster of lightning that fell from the sky, and the sudden rain of machine guns poured down, almost instantly piercing the body of the escorting Wyvern.

   Not to mention the bipedal flying dragon, even the young dragon of the five-colored dragon can hardly resist the power of the 20mm cannon.

   These **** flying dragons and knights with dragons, blood and flesh flew all at once, screaming and wailing as they fell.

   This fleet of nearly 100 goblin airships has the same number of **** flying dragons, but in one encounter, the flying dragons are dead.

   Those tribal warriors sitting on the airship, still hanging in the sky at an altitude of 1,000 meters, have just ignited the blood in their hearts, and they have been pierced by the ruthless facts.

   Only then did they see some metal structures that looked like birds swooping down from the sky, flying over the sides of the fleet, and then spreading out in all directions.

  This is just the beginning, these dozens of aircraft climbed again at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then started the second round of attacks on the upper wind position.

   "Da da da da-"

  If there is a voice of death in this world, then this is it.

The   machine shells easily penetrated the airship balloons made by goblins, and more rockets exploded in the wooden airship. With a few loud bangs, the airship suddenly flew with flesh and blood.

These fireball-like attacks opened several large pits on the airship, and the blown wood chips fell like hailstones on the heads and necks of the surrounding tribesmen, easily cutting their bodies, causing a miserable moment. It's called Liancheng.

   Who would have expected that the soldier who died the first time was actually a kind of happiness.

   Soon, when the airship began to fall out of control, every Horde warrior saw the gates of hell...

   (end of this chapter)