Stratholme God

   Chapter 914 Difficulties are always more than solutions (1 more)

   "Tons Tons Tons!"

  You 1.6 meter tall orc drudge! After drinking this **** version of [Little Bird Vodka], you are the Dawarich of our new tribe!

  The tens of thousands of square kilometers of Nagrand are full of pictures of chasing the north.

  The army of evil orcs headed by the Thunder God clan swept this land with many floating islands and green grass.

   They are like locusts, unmatched, ravaging everywhere.

   Kill all the rebels, then forcefully pour demon blood on all the orcs you catch, then drive them out of your camp, spread out, attack and loot more clans.

  There is no serious hunter in the area occupied by the evil orcs. These controlled fel orcs have abandoned their nomadic life for thousands of years and survive only by plundering.

  Nothing to eat?

   Go grab the next clan!

   After robbing, killing all, changing the light, then burn it all.

  This kind of outrageous **** style, anyone with brains knows that they must eventually destroy themselves.

but……

   "Who cares?" The Eredar twins, and even their slave, the black witch Farina, sincerely felt a twisted pleasure brought by destruction.

If it came to Azeroth, some players would feel unbearable, but after witnessing the first battle of the Dark Portal, how the orcs burned, killed and looted, and spared any human women and children. What happened at the moment was untouched.

  No, it should be said, even a little bit of hilarity.

  The way of heaven is good for reincarnation, who will the heaven spare?

   Regardless of the reason for the war, after the orcs nearly wiped out the draenei and humans, they finally got their retribution.

   Twelve years have passed, it just happens to be a reincarnation!

  Here, Thrall finally couldn't sit still after learning about the tragic situation that happened on the land of Nagrand.

If    drag on, Nagrand's orcs will be wiped out.

   He gave the most severe order to march.

   Don't worry about any thunders ahead, just let me go.

So, under Vol'jin's offer and the goblin's design, a simple road roller was born-the principle is very simple, that is, cut off the thick stalks of the big mushrooms that can be seen everywhere in Zangarmarsh, use it as a roller, and then use it as a roller. Push with armrests.

  If the handrail cannot be installed, a simple wooden pole is used as a crowbar.

   Anyway, the orcs use as big a wheel as possible.

   In doing so, it did detonate a lot of large anti-tank mines. Just a rough copycat road roller does not guarantee the triggering of small anti-infantry mines on uneven ground.

   In one day, the advance was less than five kilometers, but the price was that more than 500 orcs were killed and more than 3,000 orc soldiers broke their arms and legs.

   When the wailing wounded soldiers filled the Horde's wounded barracks, Thrall's body and mind were shaking.

That's horrible!

  If it was a tribe of the old era, no one would care how many casualties came.

   Hunting is killed by the prey, this is your dish!

  Frozen to death by dozens of degrees below zero, still your food!

   If there is no hunting ground and starve to death, it is still your food!

  The really powerful orcs should get everything done. If they didn't, it was because you were not strong enough.

   This consensus is passed down from generation to generation and instilled into the soul and bones of every orc.

   This is the old-fashioned orcs, who blame God for everything, not their own people.

   However, after the orcs invaded Azeroth and were defeated by the alliance in turn, the orcs appeared confused.

   The system that our ancestors believed in for generations will not work?

   The brainless guy is still addicted to the front.

   Thoughtful orcs are prone to myths.

   On the other hand, the limited land could not carry so many orcs to continue their hunting life. Thrall had to learn from humans and began to promote pig pens in the tribe.

   For filling the belly of the people, this is a step forward.

   For the nomadic life that the orcs are accustomed to, this is a revolution, or... destruction.

  Stable food also brings stronger centripetal force, instead of the original great chief calling all the clans, the guys below can listen to the announcement or not.

The    tribe began to establish a centralized system, and what followed was the people’s dependence on centralized power in life.

   Probably the thought becomes: we fight for the warchief, but the warchief also takes care of our life and death.

   If you abandon these wounded soldiers, it will undoubtedly greatly reduce the burden on the tribal army, but the ensuing low morale problem, no one can guarantee that it can be handled well.

  Thrall was stuck to death.

  Unfortunately, the bow did not turn back. Thrall had to give up the idea of ​​uniting other races. On the one hand, he sent the air force to continue to find a way to contact his relatives, and on the other hand, he collected cannon fodder in the entire Zangar Swamp and used the method of physical demining.

In Zangarmarsh, in addition to ogres, spore people, fungal giants, stalkers and other races, there are also a considerable number of [Broken]. These crazy draenei were captured by the tribe's scavenger force and then sent to the front line mine clearance.

   This thing is also wicked, except that the orcs did it to the draenei once, and of course they don’t mind doing it the second time, not to mention the rookie version of the draenei that has become smaller after being corroded by demonic power.

   If the weight is not enough, let them take whatever they want in their hands, or stones, or even the corpses of their compatriots.

   With the advancement of their lives, the tribe took about two weeks to finally approach the middle of the mountain road leading to Nagrand.

   Just then, a Burning Legion demon appeared.

   That's a not uncommon succubus!

   "Humble and brainless orcs! You guys just wait and wait until the great Queen Calletris trains your compatriots! You will meet."

   did not wait for the Horde deminers to react.

   There was a sudden loud noise.

   The dazzling light of the explosion seemed to pierce the eyelids, forcibly projecting the evil and dazzling green light on the eyeballs.

  The shock caused by the attack set off a strong earthquake, making Thrall, even three kilometers away, feel a little difficult to maintain his balance.

  The mountains shook for a while, and after the orcs' eyes finally recovered from their blindness, the huge canyon that occupied the center of the Horde soldiers' vision not long ago was gone.

   "God damned demon! It actually blew up the valley!?" Thrall couldn't believe his eyes. He was almost out of anger.

   However, after the anger, what flooded his heart was endless sadness.

  The only passage between Zangarmarsh and Nagrand is a valley, more than 800 meters high on both sides of the valley.

The    giant fel bomb blew up the mountain wall, causing a collapse area more than 200 meters high and more than two kilometers long. This blocked the way the orcs returned home.

  This time, Thrall really couldn't hold back, and sat on the ground a little slumped, unable to lift his head for a long time.

   He didn't know that in the northern part of Zangarmarsh, the Alliance's partial divisions had already assembled, ready to pass through the passage in the belly of the Blade's Edge Mountains and slay the opposite side of the mountain.

  Kelthas bowed deeply to McDonald who saw him off: "Thank you my lord..."

   (end of this chapter)