Stratholme God

   Chapter 1300 Partial division is enough

   There are many battles, you can't just stop fighting if you don't want to.

   People's knives are all pressed against your neck, do you hit, or stretch your neck over and let the enemy kill you?

The    Alliance didn't take the opportunity to fight this time. When Despicable Roar really succeeded in opening the door and brought in the [Iron Horde] to perfectly invade Azeroth, it was another situation.

   Mistakes at the strategic level cannot be made!

   is like the eagle sauce on the earth trying to beat the bear and the rabbit together, which is a typical idiot in terms of strategy.

   Throughout the history of human beings, only the second and third brothers hugged the eldest brother, and I never saw the eldest brother who insisted on getting the second and third brothers together.

   The Battle of Chibi in the Three Kingdoms is the most typical example. Liu Bei first sent Zhuge Liang to find Sun Quan and joined forces to fight against a certain wife fanatic.

   McDonald's is in charge of the alliance, so naturally the 'Orthodox Tribe' cannot be confused with the [Iron Tribe].

   Don't look at the fact that Thrall's orthodox tribes seem to have few people, but there are many heroes under Thrall! All Horde heroes who can't deal with Brain Cannon will hang out with Thrall if they have a choice.

  Saar, as the original historical World Sa, the son of the world, it is impossible for McDonald to not be afraid of him.

   Pull a faction, fight a faction, this is the kingly way.

   Therefore, the Outland and Pandaria lines have prepared strategic reserves that are slightly higher than usual levels, and have not allocated resources for long-term battles.

   In fact, even Kalimdor.

   Knowing that Despicable Roar is likely to use the four tribal provinces of Kalimdor as cannon fodder, Macdonald used only Serijek's Second Army and half of Braumux's Third Army.

  After being stationed in Kalimdor, the equipment of these two legions did not update so quickly, and they could be regarded as 'local legions'.

   After the throne meeting, Queen Xi came over and rubbed McDonald's temple lightly.

   "Will Thrall listen to us?"

   "Yes. Because in that Draenor, there is another Durotan."

   "Oh?" Including Queen Xi, all the elf girls pricked up their pointed ears, and the way they shook all together was very interesting.

   "Will there be a second Thrall then?"

   "Who knows?" McDonald shrugged: "Maybe there will be a female Thrall, er, it is not surprising that a female Thrall is guaranteed."

   "Pfft!" All the girls laughed.

   On the feeling, this is too bad taste.

   McDonald's hasn't dared to say that this kind of plot falls into the mouths of the LSPs of the Dirty God Cult, and in minutes it will become an outrageous plot of 'the mortal enemy, who is turned over by the enemy's car and then falls into a bad way'.

  McDonald considers himself an LSP, at least he doesn't speak hard!

   looked back on the big battlefield.

The    Alliance was very restrained and did not use all its force, which was indeed beyond the expectations of Despicable Roar.

   "Could it be that the Alliance can kill all those **** with only one side division?" Garrosh was furious in his secret stronghold in Tiragarde Sound.

  The Goblin Prince Resha whispered: "Only by those primitive people, maybe it's true."

   This pot is really going to fall on the head of Despicable Roar in the end.

   He took all the elite, including most of the young Blackrock Orcs, all Warsong Orcs, and Armored Gronn. All that was left for Varok were the untrained clan soldiers and a large number of women and children. Even the half of the Blackstone warriors were mostly veterans.

   In New Orgrimmar, Varok looked at these men whose average age was over 40 years old, and felt a sadness in his heart.

   Orcs are a typical fighting nation, and they can go to the battlefield at the age of 12. Correspondingly, aging is also fast. From ancient times to the present, except for those who were shamans, or those who were particularly good at fighting, very few orcs had a life span of five or sixty years. middle.

   Some of these soldiers were veterans who participated in the first and second Dark Portal, and some came back from Draenor after opening the door. Anyway, most of the recruits of the Blackstone Clan were taken away by the Great Chief, leaving these crooked melons and cracked dates.

   Under normal circumstances, veterans have enough combat experience, and theoretically they are not bad.

   Don't forget that most of these veterans drank the blood of demons, and the price of overdrawing their strength is that their bodies weaken faster than ordinary orcs.

   Thinking about his own failure, Varok suddenly felt older.

   "I don't know what happened to the front line."

With    Vol'jin taking away the main force, Varok has fewer mages at his disposal. Originally, there were few communication facilities available on the front line, and such things as magic messages were only equipped in big cities and core fortresses.

   There was silence in the communication channel.

   Right now, on the front lines of Desolace and Southern Barrens...

   The ripples created by a drop of water can instantly spread across the entire pond like a spider web.

   A crack from a cannonball can spread the same effect all over the walls of the orcs toiled and painstakingly forged.

The city walls built by the    tribe with a process similar to rammed earth can be said to be hard, um, by the standards of the cold weapon era.

The    Alliance didn't even need a single soldier to suffer from battle damage, just bombarding them with heavy artillery would make these fortresses collapse.

   The fifteen-meter-high city wall burst and collapsed like a broken wafer cookie.

  Those young orcs who were regarded as cannon fodder by their warchief, when they watched the fire flashed on the front line of the Alliance troops with only a vague outline five kilometers away, they didn't even understand what it meant to lie down and what it meant to seek cover.

   When the cannonball that surpassed the limit of mortal naked eye detection flew, only to hear a bang, time and sound seemed to disappear without a trace.

   The young orc soldier was completely stunned, he could only open his mouth wide and stared at his comrades beside him performing the Vanishing Maneuver.

   for a split second.

   As if the time had stopped and the flow suddenly resumed, with a chirp, the large cannonball smashed the city wall, and the shrapnel that opened directly penetrated the soldier's wide mouth.

The   sharp and violently rotating fragments cut his throat, and then the huge impact completely severed his spine, and even shattered his skull, twisting his facial features.

   A moment of panic flashed in his eyes, and then his eyeballs and his entire head were twisted together.

   The green skin couldn't bear such an exaggerated tension, and it was torn to shreds with a "squeak", revealing the bright red muscles and plasma below.

With the support of the body that has not yet fallen, the blood from the severed arteries and veins sprayed violently into the sky, but the shrapnel that cut the neck of the orc continued to advance, and the armor and flesh completely penetrated the chest of another orc guard, and finally poured blood like a splash Stained on the orc battle flag fluttering in the wind at the top of the city.

   Until this moment, the soldier who lost half of his head and the unlucky ghost whose chest was pierced, twitched at the same time, and then fell limply to the ground.

  The fiery sparks and the stench of blood fluttered in the gust of wind set off by the cannonballs, sketching a picture of destruction.

   The orc recruits who had never seen the power of the Union's artillery were completely stunned.

   This happens to be the epitome of all the outposts and fortresses on the Horde front.

   If you don't talk about it, you won't be black. To defeat these tribal cannon fodder, it's enough to rely on the alliance.

   (end of this chapter)