Stratholme God

   Chapter 137 Young people, you don't talk about martial arts! (1 more)

   The brute force that was blown that year has come true, that is, it is very arrogant.

   The excuse of Gou and Gou has come true, that is, expect things like God!

  If Stratholme didn't get stuck with Orgrim, maybe the Warsong clan really went to Quel'Thalas.

   The biggest reason why Daddy Hou decided to let the Warsong Clan stay was not because he expected that Mai Xie would suddenly rise up and break out of the siege, but a simpler reason—Worgs couldn’t take a boat.

  Wolf, who has never been on a boat in his life, all wolves suffer from hydrophobia.

   Either they refused to get on the boat, or they vomited and had diarrhea. Grom was helpless, so the Warsong clan hid in the thick woods.

   In addition, Lao Taizi has a serious shortage of griffins, and it is not enough to use it as a signal soldier. How can there be any patrols in the wooded area?

   The orcs were naturally shocked when they found that the humans had taken back the Andorhal territory, and Grom planned to intercept McDonald's army.

  Who would have thought that someone went out of the sky.

   Played the centipede car array all the way, from Andorhal Fortress to the east of Lordaeron, and also built the bunkers all the way. Cut down all the trees within 200 meters of the road to clear the field of vision.

On both sides of the    Avenue, every 500 meters, there is a three-story granite-clad bastion-type bunker, equipped with two ballistas, and especially multi-shot, which is definitely the nemesis of the guerrilla forces.

   Nausea is disgusting to death!

   Orcs don't know there are more disgusting, carriage mortars have been arranged.

   means that untrained horses are easily startled when they hear the sound of cannons at close range. Subject to the training progress, the number was not increased.

   How bitter!

   This is not a point of support at all.

   If McDonald’s were to get closer, the two human armies would join together, and Grom, who had no choice, could only bite the bullet and attack at this time.

  The human army is like a group of giant hedgehogs migrating. At first glance, they can't see anyone. They are all connected to one centipede car.

  The terrain of Tirisfal Glades is relatively flat, and it is relatively easy to play chariots. This is an upgraded version of the centipede.

   It is no longer only human power that drives the car, and there are also cattle in it. All sides of the carriage are thick sitting wolf skins and armor made of metal iron sheets, with spikes on the outside. According to the design similar to the tank artillery, the top of the car is a bed crossbow that can rotate 360 ​​degrees. Not only is there a mantlet in front, but also a metal top cover on the top of the head, and there are fire buckets filled with sand and water buckets at the feet.

   All ballistas were taught how to beat the flames with makeshift cloth strips.

  Hoo dad resents the shamelessness of human beings.

  Mai was thinking of the armored hero, the blitzkrieg.

   There is no way to do it for the time being. The two groups of shorties with the highest technology in the world are still trapped in Ironforge.

The    army is slowly approaching!

   Unexpected!

The orcs actually slapped a guy with a loud voice and shouted in the common human language: "Our Warsong clan chief Grom Hellscream respects the real hero the most! I heard that your human leader is a True warriors, let's have a duel between warriors—"

your sister!

  Duel a yarn!

   Even if McDonald's feels good about himself, it is impossible for him to go head-to-head with the man who killed Mannoroth, the abyss lord, with an axe in history!

  I know my own virtue.

   With his small body, it's not enough for Gorehowl to sharpen an axe blade.

   McDonald's neck shrank slightly on the spot.

   Of course, if you lose, you won't lose the battle, Mai... the old husky!

   Just as his generals cast their expectant gazes, eager to see the famous hero - Stratholme God of War Macdonald once again show his mighty power and slaughter the enemy generals under his horse in a duel.

   may be the most cowardly boss in the history of Azeroth, shouting the most righteous words.

"Bah! My Stratholme family has a heritage of 2,800 years. The ancestors of all generations have never seen the so-called warriors who slashed the butcher's knife at the elderly, women and children! Where is the **** chief, you are also worthy of a duel with me? Do you want to duel? Yes, let me first Ten million orcs committed suicide! Don’t worry—for the sake of being a chief, I will put your dirty head on top when I build the Beijing Temple!”

   The beastman on the opposite side was stunned on the spot.

Among the    orcs, the strongest warriors always take pride in hunting down powerful enemies.

  What kills women and children, that's what his subordinate soldiers do.

   Ethnic cleansing, the orcs are old experts, and they did the same to the draenei back then.

   The orc instinctively felt that something was wrong, but the other party also seemed to have a point.

   Suicide is definitely impossible. The orcs who came to Azeroth are in the early 20000s. Even if they are willing to commit suicide, there are not so many orcs.

   Here, the morale of McDonald's men did not drop but rose.

Yup!

  The orcs have all been massacred, what are we talking about chivalry?

   The green skins of those dog days are only suitable for hanging their heads on the southeast branch.

   "Yes! Exactly!"

   "What **** are you? Are you worthy of a duel with our Lord Stratholme?"

"You do not deserve!"

"You do not deserve-"

   At first, it was just human soldiers scrambling and cursing in a disorderly manner.

   It was a roar of anger that was overwhelmingly overwhelming.

   "You don't deserve it! You don't deserve it! You don't deserve it!"

   The daddy over there was shocked, and the other party seemed to have some sense. The key is that the opponent's morale is in full swing, and the orc army in Andorhal was defeated not long ago.

  Because Mai directly sent someone to block the barriers of Andorhal, too few orcs escaped, resulting in a lack of information about Hu Dad. Hu Dad really didn't know how this strange army killed nearly 300,000 orcs from Andorhal.

   This does not prevent Hu Dad from raising his alertness to the highest level.

   had no choice but to fight.

   "Woooooo!" The armies on both sides sounded the horns of attack.

  Compared to someone's [Real *Old Bull Pulling the Chariot], the wolf cavalry's offensive was quite fast. Driven by the orcs, the wolf warriors split into two paths and went around the flanks of the human chariot formation.

  Daddy was disappointed. McDonald's three-tiered car formation surrounded the army.

   Gap? nonexistent!

  Daddy Hu could only launch a tentative attack himself. As soon as he pulled the reins, the Warg immediately dashed over to the left wing and ran a strange diagonal line with variable acceleration.

   This move is quite uncomfortable for ballistas.

   Most of the traditional ballistas have a fixed firing angle, and it is difficult to adjust the attack angle.

  Naihe Mai's design is not traditional.

   Thanks to the wide spread of dwarf craftsmanship, although human blacksmiths are not as powerful as dwarves, they still have basic operations.

  To turn the turret, the soldier only needs to operate the winch.

   "Puuuuu!" Hu Dad was attacked by a cluster of three ballista turrets on the spot.

   A bundle of seven crossbow arrows, three turrets... Of course, no matter what the three, seven or twenty-one, they will smear Hu Dad's face.

   I have to say that heroes in the magical world are outrageous.

   A crossbow arrow as thick as a baby's arm is really no less powerful than a 20mm cannon.

  The crossbowman hit at least five crossbow arrows with great precision. Who would have guessed that Daddy Huo rounded the [Blood Roar]. After a brilliant blood-colored arc, the crossbow arrows flew so much that not even the Warg was hurt.

   The arrogant Hu Dad rushed over and aimed at the chariot with an axe.

   "Boom!"

  The small house-like chariot was blown away as a whole, more than three meters above the ground, and fell to the ground in two parts from the middle.

   The human crossbowman sitting in the chariot was completely unable to react, and his face was frozen in fear.

  Hoo dad made persistent efforts to smash the second stage. Seeing that he was about to break through the defense line, three golden men fell from the sky.

   Facing the great formation of the Three Holy Riders, Hu Daddy did not miss a mouthful of old blood. He swears at an orc slang, which translates to something like—

   "Young man, you don't talk about martial arts!"

   (end of this chapter)