Stratholme God

   Chapter 1310 No way

When they saw these giant iron lumps bigger than ten tanks packed into one piece falling from the air, the sand sculpture players took out their white handkerchiefs and waved goodbye to Brother Bomb, while wiping away the crocodile tears that they had just accidentally shed. .

  【The man who fell in love with pigs】: "Be careful in your next life!"

   "Woo-"

  The huge scream finally attracted the attention of the orcs below: "What is this?"

  This, this thing is too big! ?

  The cursed place, apart from the strange purple-red color of the earth due to the erosion of evil energy, a large area of ​​the sky is dark and dark all year round because of the lingering evil power. The black clouds, like cumulonimbus clouds, hovered less than a thousand meters above the ground most of the time, giving people a very depressing feeling.

  Under normal circumstances, although the soldiers of Watch Fort are protected by holy light circles and other protections, they do not have to worry about their bodies being eroded by the fel energy lingering on this land. However, for the health of the soldiers, Stormwind Kingdom will regularly rotate the soldiers.

   This ominous black cloud became the league's best cover for the first time.

   has its presence, and the Alliance doesn't even need to cover up the airships hovering in the sky.

  When these hill-like super bombs fell from the sky, every brain of the orcs who noticed it was blank.

   "Boom--"

   "Rumble--"

   In terms of power alone, this is comparable to a small tactical nuclear bomb.

  The huge mushroom cloud soared hundreds of meters high, and even the black clouds above were forcibly pushed aside. A terrifying shock wave of flames swept across the Dark Portal for two or three kilometers.

Everywhere    went, the orcs didn't even have the chance to become a mature person. The whole body was carbonized in situ, disintegrated in less than a second, and dissipated in this sinful land.

  The Iron Horde chariot with amazing defense in theory was not spared.

  The ultra-high temperature of thousands of degrees Celsius produced by the combination of TNT explosives and flame element crystals makes the steel beasts that are several stories high instantly melt like a melted ice cream.

   At the center of the explosion, a large pit with a depth of more than ten meters appeared out of thin air. Everything was mixed up in it, and it was impossible to tell which ones were originally machines and which were orcs' biological tissues.

  The ground was shaking like a mountain of continuous explosions, and even the distant Watch Fort could feel the strong shaking. Windsor watched the dust rustling from the ceiling of his headquarters, and he was speechless when he heard the crackling sound of the debris falling to the ground.

   The orcs have only that little IQ, and their leader even tricked people into killing them.

   This is a strange afterthought that has come out of the trident recently: Pandaren order takeout - bamboo shoots are home!

  Hot Knowledge: Pandas only eat bamboo shoots, but pandaren are omnivores.

   At this time, an order from McDonald's came from the commander-in-chief: "Then it will be handed over to Marshal Windsor."

   "Received." Lao Wen replied respectfully.

  After the hot weapons took to the stage of war, except for the highly personal professional who killed the enemy alone, all military exploits were calculated on a proportional basis.

  How many enemies were annihilated, and then the main attack troops accounted for a little more than half, the assist troops accounted for 30%, and the logistics accounted for less than 20%.

   Getting an assist is really not a loss for Windsor, who has a lot of recruits.

   He can not care about military merit, but not the young men under him. Winning a battle means wealth, status, and the land that everyone is crazy about these days!

   Looking at the remnants of the orcs that were bombed to such an extent that their intestines were not nearly spit out by the bomb, the storm soldiers cried out in excitement.

  Old Wen waved his hand, and the troops who had long been ready to go took tanks and armored vehicles to kill the Iron Horde.

   Well, staying in the alliance can get ahead, at the cost of the opponent's head.

Opposite   , Black Hand* Destroyer frowned.

   Most Blackrock orcs are born with a certain degree of fire resistance. In the eyes of Black Hand, his own soldiers are the most suitable firearms to fight against humans. However, the firepower of the alliance was beyond his imagination. If the soldiers who rushed over could not hold it up and launched an effective attack, no matter how many people in the faction passed by, they would only add fuel to the food.

   The next battle can no longer be called a battle, and after the first wave of strikes, the alliance is no longer pretending. The Iron Horde rushed forward, and the Alliance retreated first, then threw the big bomber, and the soldiers who gathered them together were killed and maimed.

   When the new batch of troops from the tribe did not catch up, the mechanized troops of the alliance immediately pressed up to harvest a wave of heads.

   There are too many orcs rushing across the gate, and the alliance will retreat when the situation is not good.

   The black-handed men rushed for a long time, and 10,000 or 20,000 people died. No less than 300 large chariots were lost, but no soldiers could stand opposite the door and create a fulcrum.

The tactical space that the    orcs finally rushed out of was taken back by the alliance in two clicks.

   This is where the black hand has the most headaches.

   He is not afraid of siege.

   No matter how sturdy a city is under a long-term attack, there will be times when it will rupture and collapse.

   As the saying goes, if you keep it for a long time, you will lose it. This is the case in the city that fought against the draenei.

The    Alliance didn’t stick to it at all, it just left a piece of rotten land that wouldn’t hurt no matter how it was bombed, and tricked the dog into killing it.

   In this most of the day, Black Hand noticed that the battle flag on the opposite side had been changed for the third time, obviously playing the wheel battle.

   "The other party is already prepared!" Black Hand was so angry that his teeth itch.

  However, the gate of darkness is so big, and his army can't expand.

  I thought of the enemy that cannot be solved by mortal force, so I sent elites to try it out.

The results of it?

   Try and die.

A group of thousands of commanders and several ten thousand commanders made up an assault team. Just before they cut down a few alliances, a few golden men jumped out on the opposite side. With a few moves, these tribal men who could be small clan chiefs were killed. .

   Blackhand saw at a glance that the opponent's martial arts were not inferior to him, but his equipment was far superior to him.

   There is more than one guy on the opposite side.

   After weighing the weight, Black Hand felt that even if he rushed over, he would most likely deliver the food.

   This time there is really no way.

  The Dark Portal offensive was blocked, as expected by Despicable Roar.

The only thing    didn't expect was that the alliance blocked the door so neatly. This is equivalent to the black hand leading an army of 300,000 people. In the end, it only contained a garrison army of 20,000 to 30,000 people in the alliance, and it was not even enough to hold down a partial division.

   In the second Dark Portal, the Iron Horde was severely beaten in the Redridge Mountain Fortress. Despicable Roar naturally knew that after attacking the Watch Fort, there were at least two fortresses in order to enter the Elwynn Forest, the hinterland of Stormwind Kingdom.

   Orcs, always holding a big stick, trying to relive the old dream after many years, bullying the little daughter-in-law Baofengjiang in the alliance. Unexpectedly, after 18 years, it has already been replaced. The new generation of Storm Sauce is also right, but it is completely different from the Iron Maiden!

   The orc stubbornly stretched the stick into the Iron Maiden, and it would be a ghost if it were not pierced into a blood-filled hole.

   "This is not going to work." Despicable Roar saw that the Kul Tiras sauce he had recently developed was taken very seriously, and he had a plan.

   (end of this chapter)