Stratholme God

Chapter 1352 Belonging to Little Anduin's Trial

Coincidentally, there are three more teams like these sand sculptures.

"Four Heavenly King Firepower Team, all five groups of [Pipe Organ] are ready." [Half-year-old Kidney Deficiency] roared.

For ordinary artillery, test firing is required.

For sand sculpture players, there is a dotted line drawn by the system-assisted shooting system in their field of vision.A cluster of parabolas is connected from the launch port of the rocket to the target area, and even the approximate range of the explosion is marked.

Test shot?

No need!
The picture is the thrill of a hair into the soul!

If it doesn't work, it is also acceptable to send N into the soul.

"Three, two, one! Launch!" [Chu Jiayun] raised his hand, and immediately hundreds of flames pierced the sky, falling far into the tribe's military camp.

"Boom, boom!" Amidst the continuous flames and violent explosions, a large number of tents and temporary houses made of animal skins were blown up instantly, and some orcs who were still sleeping or were too hungry to move flew directly into the sky.Well, in parts form.

Countless Pyromen were running and jumping in the barracks.It's exciting to watch from a distance.

It's a pity that even the most exciting sand dance has its end.

After a while, the sound began to subside.

[Bai Ye Jin Yiming]: "Please ask the reporter to interview the people inside about their thoughts."

[Special World]: "Walk very peacefully."

[Uncle Eggshell]: "The deceased is emotionally stable."

[No tentacles are not gentlemen]: "I only lost my vital signs, and the rest is fine"

[Kazmodan] pinched his nose: "Good guy, they are all acquaintances! Well, in a physical sense!"

Stationed here is a small tribe of about a thousand people. Originally, there were not many people, but they were very elite. Unfortunately, hunger weakened their combat power.

There was no time to react, and there were not enough sentries, so these poor people were just thrown away.

It was like a microcosm of the whole action.

When the first ray of sunlight shone on the land west of the Hillsbrad Hills in the morning, the voices of the Alliance resounded all over the mountains and plains.

"Kill!"

"Fuck these green skins to death!"

Cough cough, in fact, the orcs of the Iron Horde have a 'healthy' brownish red skin because they didn't drink demon blood.

However, the inherent impression of orcs has been imprinted in the minds of two generations of Alliance people, lingering.

Orcs are green, trolls are green, goblins are green, and even the mantid are mostly green-skinned. Green has almost become the hostile color of the Alliance.

On the undulating hilly land, the Iron Horde's battle line is receding at a speed visible to the naked eye, but it is still being overtaken by the highly mobile alliance mechanized infantry.

Union soldiers sitting on tanks and armored vehicles 'bite' the trailing enemies with guns.

When encountering those who resisted in the corner, they immediately greeted with artillery, and the entire orc formation, or a relatively strong orc fortress, immediately exploded, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

On the northern line, with the support of the artillery commanded by Mograine, more and more Tentacles of the Faceless Men were blown off and flew into the sky.The fire elemental army took advantage of the situation to cover up and kill them.

On the western front, in the direction of Silverpine Forest, Scarlet Crusade tanks with unusually bright and fiery red paint kept moving forward. In the gaps between the tanks, there were werewolf troops running fast in skirmish lines. Single, tank machine guns did not take good care of the orcs to deal a fatal blow.The whole army is like a bulldozer, eradicating all the green dirt on the ground.

Under the siege of three lines, more than 20 Iron Horde soldiers were driven to the ruins of Dalaran.

"Open the door!"

"Quickly open the door of darkness."

"Let us go back ah ah ah!"

Hunger, pain, despair and other factors tortured this once incomparably majestic and mighty elite army. How can they now have the arrogance that killed all the original races and occupied the planet when they first set foot on the land of Azeroth? ?

Now they are just a bunch of prodigal dogs.

Waiting for them, there is also only a ruined wall.

Without the door to another world, the way home is cut off...

Some soldiers gave up their thoughts and lay limp on the ground waiting to die.Others, yelling "Lok'Tar-ogar!", rushed towards the Alliance army, falling under an impenetrable barrage of machine-gun and cannon fire.

The place they occupied was gradually compressed, and soon, they were gathered in a ruin of less than five square kilometers.

"Fire!" The alliance leader's voice was merciless.

The tribal soldiers exposed to the powerful crossfire were blown down piece by piece. In the powerful explosion, no matter how brave the soldiers were, they were only worthy of being turned into twisted balls of flesh, which were turned into stumps and fused together.

Fortunately, this disgusting scene was completely destroyed by flames before it could be shown to the world.

The earth-shattering screams and begging for mercy soon subsided, and the orc-based remains turned into carbonized dust.

The opening of the portal of darkness absorbed all the life force in the surrounding land.

Then they turned into dust with their own lives, and fell down one after another, feeding back the land.

All levels of alliance headquarters and every bridge were filled with cheers.

"Long Live the Alliance!"

"Kill all the orcs!"

Listening to the continuous cheers, little Anduin beside Macdonald was also blushing, excited.Whether he is good or other alliances, there is only one question left, why does McDonald leave alone the orc army that invaded the east of the Hillsbrad Hills, and insists on coming here to play a landing and cut it off?

McDonald curled his lips lightly: "This is a rehearsal for the landing of the new Dark Portal of the Kul Tiras Iron Horde, and... I want to let the recruits see blood."

Although a while ago, there was a cataclysm and troubles here and there, soldiers who have never seen blood, no matter how much they train, they can still be regarded as recruits.

The orc army, which numbered 10 and lost its supplies, was left behind by McDonald Kent.

Those weak orcs were caught in batches by the big net made of thick steel cables, and then they were pressed to the execution ground in batches.

Every recruit must use the most primitive sword to send these invaders on their way.

Anduin, who was brought to the execution ground by McDonald, turned pale with fright, no, he had already vomited.

This is too much stimulation for a child.

He looked at McDonnell in shock, his eyes full of puzzlement.

"Are you weird?"

"Ah."

McDonnell called up a video, which was impressively the first Dark Portal War, when the tribe attacked the Elwynn Forest, and he described the past in a deep voice:

"Back then, the orcs were controlled by the demons and slaughtered the previous generation of Stormmen. They had no mercy, no mercy, and even the elderly, women and children. And your grandfather, His Majesty Ryan Wrynn, also died tragically at the hands of the orcs... ..."

(End of this chapter)