Stratholme God

Chapter 1293 The painting style is wrong!
Players start the game with [sweeping legs] or [kicking legs] to kick a certain stone away. It is almost a basic practice to specialize in the orc's lower body. After knocking down the orc, it is a joint skill, or directly smash it with a long-handled weapon. Orc joints.

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

This is very crazy.

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." a shaved orc with all its elbows and knees knocked off roared loudly. What didn't match its ferocious expression and gaping bloody mouth was its poor mobility that was asymmetrical to its inflated body.

He has no hands or feet, even if he wants to bite with his teeth, he still needs to be able to reach it!
[Magic reform of advancing]: "Hey, look, that person looks like a bastard!"

[Nightmare Demon Dragon]: "That's right! God damn it is born green."

Sand sculptures can be passed from person to person.

A sand sculpture player found it fun, and everyone around him was learning.

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

He's so vicious, he's a villain, you're just messing around, you're turning him into a clown, you're embarrassing us native pandaren!
sad!
The Pandaren's reputation was killed!
Forget it.

[Drunk Asuka] and his sister [Stay Goose] are standing on the edge of a cliff about 15 meters above the ground, and the bottom is full of jagged and sharp rocks.

[Drunk Asuka] is in charge of quacking, and his sister is in charge of random killings.

"You warchief are a piece of shit."

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

"Thal is the one for you—"

The orc language is well-spoken, and for these brainless orc fans, every word is the most vicious curse.

This guy yelled a few times, easily achieving the effect of group ridicule.

As for Miss [Stay Goose], that's a person who doesn't talk too much.

Facing the orcs who rushed forward, she was a copy of "The Encyclopedia of Wrestling Skills in Baimei Fist".

Destroy the center of gravity, trip, sideways fall, shoulder fall, hell windmill fall.

That nimble movement, that four-two punching style, easily threw the red-eyed orcs who rushed up one by one to the bottom of the cliff.

"sister!"

"What? Let the fart go!"

"The valley below is almost becoming a rooftop for the stock market."

"what?"

"The corpses are all piled up!"

It was outrageous, the orcs interrupted the continuous killing of the two siblings, and actually piled up the cliff with corpses.

Seeing that they couldn't move, the two siblings were forced to switch to normal fighting mode.

Pandaria's side was actually alright. With the addition of the Stormwind Kingdom's army and the sudden force of the Trident Pandaren, Lao Chen and the others fought against the troops, and they only advanced normally every day.

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

The orcs were bewitched by their warchief, and Garrosh, standing on the dais, said this before heading to the front:
"Our tribe has the strongest warriors in the world! The most glorious tradition! So we deserve the best land! When the damned natural disaster destroys our hunting grounds, when our people are starving and eating bark, When they were forced to raise their battle axes against other clans, all the damn alliance people were well fed, even their dogs could eat meat! Are you convinced?"

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

Countless messy weapons held high to the sky!

Orcs, some trolls, Gron and others shouted.

"Not to accept! Not to accept! Not to accept!"

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

"Kill all the Alliance Dogs—"

Suffering from hunger that lasted for more than a year, and under the long-term tragic atmosphere, the resentment of the tribal people 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 beast carts, or boarded goblin balloon airships, and began to rush to the front line at the border between the Alliance and the Horde.

After mobilizing the Horde soldiers and doing all this, the great warchief Garrosh Hellscream disappeared.

The tribal fighters' thirst for land has reached a crazy level.They have no culture, they only know to follow the orders of the great chief blindly.

Rooted in Orcish tradition, and no one sees anything wrong with it.

On the contrary, the former great chief Thrall, who has been suppressing their nature, is strange.

This is where they are upset.

As for the trolls, it is mostly young trolls who actively fight.They also couldn't understand Chief Wojin's cautiousness, and they were more eager to prove their bravery in the tribe.

However, it was just such a group of tribal soldiers who went to the front line without knowing what weapons their enemies used.

Everything is too far from their cognition!
The goblin airship is escorted by biped dragon knights, but unfortunately, it is really useless.

All they heard was a strange screeching sound overhead, 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 black spots on the sun.

Too late!
Like lightning clusters falling from the sky, the sudden rain of machine guns poured down, and the body of the escorting wyvern was completely penetrated almost instantly.

Not to mention wyverns, even the juvenile dragons of the five-color giant dragon can hardly resist the power of the 20mm cannon.

These escort flying dragons, dragons and knights suddenly flew with flesh and blood, screaming and wailing as they fell.

This fleet of nearly a hundred goblin airships has the same number of escort flying dragons, but after one encounter, the flying dragons are all dead.

The blood in the hearts of those tribal fighters who were sitting on the airship and still suspended at a height of a thousand meters had just been ignited, and then they were soaked by the ruthless facts.

Only then did they see some bird-like metal structures swooping down from the sky, flying past the side of the fleet, and then spreading out in all directions.

This was just the beginning. These dozens of planes climbed up again at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then started the second round of attacks while taking advantage of the windward position.

"Da da da da-"

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

The machine shells easily penetrated the airship balloons made by the goblins, and more rockets exploded in the wooden airship. There were several loud bangs, and blood and flesh flew all over the airship.

These attacks, which looked like big fireballs, made several big holes on the airship, and the blown sawdust flew like hailstones on the heads and necks of the surrounding tribal soldiers, easily cutting their bodies, and it was miserable for a while. It's called connecting into one piece.

Unexpectedly, the soldier who died at the first time was actually a kind of happiness.

Soon, every Horde warrior sees the gates of hell as the airship begins to fall out of control...

(End of this chapter)