Stratholme God

Chapter 1405 Battle of Talador
Due to the serious lack of range and mobility of the Iron Horde's artillery, basically two shots will be finished.Vile Howler was forced to order to dig a trench like a human.

The brave orcs definitely don't want to be the rats in the ditch, there is really no way.

Digging trenches is one of the magic skills that the Iron Horde was forced to learn.

The technical content is not high, and it can resist the scrubbing of small-caliber artillery.

For the ground washing of howitzers above 155mm or Katyusha rockets, the trenches are not three meters deep and a little tortuous, which is really unbearable.

The trenches of the Iron Horde were too hasty, and many essences were not learned, such as adding a roof, such as using logs to reinforce the edges of the trenches.

Even with such a bad fortification, it still survived until the approach of the Union infantry.

"Lok'Tar—"

Feeling the violent vibration from the front of the trench, the remaining orc soldiers in the trench bravely rushed out.

In the world of Azeroth, the definition of close combat is within 30 yards.

As the saying goes...

30 yards away, musket fast.

Within 30 yards, the chopper is fast.

[Charge], a skill that professional fighters will have, redefines what is meant by [close range].

Among the orc warriors, the proportion of professional warriors is ridiculously high, often more than one-third in the elite legions.

Although most of them will not be able to advance again throughout their lives, they can only be low-level professionals.

But [charge] magical skill still brought them a lot of convenience.

The enemy rushed to the front of the trench, and before they had time to condescend to fire, they turned into green streamers and rushed up.

It's a pity that after fighting for so many years, the alliance knows the depth of the tribe, and the tribe knows the length of the alliance.

It is true that the alliance's attack is boundless, and it is also true that the tribe has no bounds.

Knowing that the Iron Horde is charging with human flesh again, how could the trident leading the battle not guard against billions of hands?
"Lok..." A lot of orc warriors raised their kitchen knives, and found something was wrong after halfway through the charge.What awaited them was not panicked Union infantry, but bloody mouths.

"Ah - jie jie jie jie!"

How could the Devilsaur mount in reality be just a mount?This is a war beast!

The on-site commentary of the sand sculpture players is the best commentary on the end of the orc warrior's charge.

【NF107】Suddenly raised the pitch: "The orc has launched a charge! I saw him with a sliding shovel..."

[Calm book lover]: "Ah! Not good! Orc contestant A went straight into Ah Bao's mouth with a gorgeous Filipino diving style."

"Crack! Crunch!" Beastman meat may not be delicious, but it can greatly relieve the pressure on the trident knights' food expenses.

Rezan's heirs ate an orc warrior in a few bites, and those hard-working orc soldiers who couldn't charge were beaten by '500 million'.

With a sweep of Thunder Dragon's slender tail, a dozen orcs flew into the sky in a fan shape, mixed with flying sand and rocks.

When they fell heavily, all of them had broken arms and legs.

To defeat the first wave of orc counterattacks, the Alliance's armored grenadiers and heavy flamethrowers will enter the battle.

[Murong Xirui] Shouted: "Art is Barbie Q!"

[Crazy Titang] Follow up and shout: "Art is an explosion——"

What thermite grenades, what 'roasting mice only' flamethrower!All kinds of weapons that the orcs have never seen or heard of come into battle in turn.

Basically, the trenches are roasted for a round, followed by a close-range blast with a cannon, and then the Draenei's magic outfit structure knocks down the bunker a few times, and finally there are golden eggs (Draenei paladins) Shouting slogans, rushed in to fight the orcs.

The holy light bloomed, and in the interlacing of light and shadow, the draenei looked like golden saints per capita.

In a duel in such a narrow space as a bunker, there is nothing fancy about it.

Don't forget that the Delani people have been able to resist the tribe for so many years with a smaller number of people, relying on the ability of the paladins to fight and carry milk.

Before the spiritual power is exhausted, the average combat power of these German paladins is far higher than the patchwork orc warriors of the Horde (or Iron Horde).

After the alliance offset the number advantage of the Iron Horde, they handed over the close combat to the draenei who had a blood feud with the orcs. This is good steel used on the blade.

One bunker after another was captured, and the orcs in one trench after another were slaughtered.

On the battlefield, the alliance's offensive wave swept across half of Talador.

It was an invincible and powerful offensive, and the pressure it brought to the orcs could not be expressed in any orc language.

In the Chinese language, that would be—Raging Waves Pailing the Gullies!

The army advances, engulfing everything in its path.

Without the blood elves and the Forsaken, and without Ner'zhul in Shadowmoon Valley, Vileroar lost all means of instant communication.

This did not prevent him from standing on a slightly higher hillside, squinting his eyes and looking at the messy flags of his own family, which were brought down one by one.

The battle flags of the orc clans are varied, and you don't need to know which clan the ghost symbols on them represent. You only need to look at its size to know whether it belongs to a first-rate clan, or a second- or third-rate clan.In this regard, the tribe has extremely strict regulations. If you use a higher-level banner indiscriminately, you will be besieged by other clans.

Today, [-]% of the flags on the battlefield have fallen, or they are on the verge of crumbling in the mixed attack clusters of the alliance's behemoths and mechanized troops.

This wasn't the first time Garrosh had seen this scene.

He even saw the same flag fall a second time before his vision.

He gritted his teeth, his knuckles rattling from excessive clenching to express his anger!
He failed?

Another failure?

What is it to fall down once, get up again, and be defeated by the same opponent again?
Doesn't this mean that he did not hesitate to go back and do everything again, but it was still useless! ?
When he was the most angry, one of his Kor'kron personal guards suddenly came over: "Report to the chief! Thrall's orthodox tribe has just landed on the coast of northwest Nagrand..."

Although Garrosh had already guessed everything, when he faced the joint siege of the Alliance and the old Horde again, his anger still completely ignited every cell in his blood vessels.

"Thar! It's Thrall again! How dare he betray all his fellow orcs!?"

right!In Despicable Roar's heart, Thrall is the real orc traitor!
Just when he was about to completely lose his composure, a powerful big hand put his shoulders.

"Father, you..." Garrosh looked at his 'old' father, who was still in his prime, and was stunned for a moment.

"Go back! Defeat Thrall! I will carry it here."

"No! How can you bear it here?"

In the sky, the aircraft of the Iron Horde fell down densely.

On the ground, the remnants of the frontline flags that were still struggling just now had been swallowed up by the tide of the alliance army.

If there is any chance for the tribe to win, it is to find a way to use heroes to kill the commander of the alliance and force its army to disintegrate.

Otherwise, if you carry it to death, you will still die alone.

Facing the question of being a child from another world, Grom showed a fatherly smile on his rough face, and gave a very orc answer.

"Lok 'Tar-ogar!"

Victory or death!

(End of this chapter)