Stratholme God

Chapter 445 Dangerous!Sal!danger! (3 more)
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Thrall's troops have just experienced two of the heaviest defeats.

The remnants of Warsong failed to log, were hanged and beaten, and then drank the blood of demons. Not every Warsong orc is called Grom* Hellscream. There are great differences in physique between people. The continuous battle for more than two months has already made them Physical and mental exhaustion, physical strength, life and even soul are overdrawn.

They survived entirely by one breath, and that breath was their Chief Grom.

Grom is dead!
It was equally tragic for the Frostwolf orcs. After saving Grom against the night elves, and then being beaten up by the abyss lord, half of the two thousand riders were lost.

Not to mention another group of strong enemies, even if the night elves' partial masters chase after them, it will be enough for them to drink a pot.

In a sense, Thrall's rescue failed this time.

Only by rescuing a group of Warsong orcs can he get back some political points, highlighting that he, the great chief, does not give up the kindness and wisdom of any of his subordinates.

Of course, the battle flag of the Warsong clan that was snatched back is very important.

Just at this time, Thrall saw the dust rising high in the south.

"Great Chief, there is a situation!" Varok on the Wolf Warrior shouted loudly.

With just a glimpse of the metal reflection in the dust, and seeing the slender gun barrel sticking out, Thrall knew what it was.

"Damn it! It's a human tank!" Thrall roared loudly: "Everyone listen to the order and turn east. Go to the silt swamp in the northeast of the Barrens!"

The other orcs didn't know that Thrall, who had been working in the human world for many years, had seen a new type of human tank a long time ago.

The thick metal armor is not something that ordinary people can shake with ordinary cold weapons.

He had already tried it secretly, and he couldn't cut through the tank's armor with just his arm strength. He could only break through it with the [rage] unique to a warrior professional, with the destructive power in units of tons.

However, this is something that low-level fighters cannot do!
With such a poor state of his troops, he had no chance of winning against the human tank army.

"What's going on! What's going on!?" Thrall's eyes were a little distracted.

Anti-Tank This is Horde Dilemma!

As long as the sharp heavy weapons of the Iron Horde are still there, of course it will be fine.

they do not!

The orcs in the tribe today are composed of Thrall's Frostwolf clan and Grom's Warsong clan as the core, and they were ordered by the former great chief Orgrim to follow Grom to the Thorns in Elwynn Forest. Part of the valley is made up of orcs.

Back then, Grom only took away part of the black iron armor and some orc blacksmiths who had mastered the craft of forging metal armor.

Their armament is basically in the era of simple cold weapons, that is, on the city of Orgrimmar, there are some old-fashioned cannons given to the orcs by Derek Proudmoore.

Those cast-iron cannons were too heavy. Thrall was here to save people, not to conquer cities, so he didn't bring them at all.

One of the few weapons that can fight against tanks is a small amount of explosive kits made of [Dense Explosive Powder].This is what Sal took a lot of effort to steal from humans, and got it.

This thing is strictly controlled by McDonald, but the production method is too simple.The high-grade ores in the Stratholme Territory are all accompanied by [thick stones]. You only need to carefully grind them with a stone mill, undergo simple distillation, and then dry them in the sun.

Of course, Durotar does not produce heavy stones, which makes most of the gunpowder in Thrall's hands low-quality gunpowder.

Thinking of the battle that was likely to break out next, Thrall broke into a sweat.

Here, Rivendell, who was sitting on the tank, found the existence of the Thrall wolf cavalry through the binoculars, and he was extremely excited.

In other words, according to the general policy, the alliance should not start a war with the tribe at this time.In the eyes of the big bosses of the alliance, Thrall, the new orc leader who took advantage of the natural disaster in Lordaeron, stole the [Doomhammer] in one fell swoop, and led the Frostwolf clan to a perfect transfer, is definitely a threat.

It's also just a threat.

As the most loyal vassal by McDonald's side, Rivendell is absolutely aware of the importance his boss attaches to [Saar].

From time to time, I can hear McDonnell say, "One day when Thrall is in the position of the great chief, the alliance can't handle the Horde." Rivendell, who knows all this, can't hold back his mood.

He had said to himself long ago that if he had the chance, he would kill Thrall.According to the information provided by the front line, he is absolutely sure that with only 1 people, all the primitive and barbaric guys of the Horde will be suppressed in Durotar.

Rivendell's command tank played the banner of scattered encirclement-sorry, the alliance's technology points are a bit crooked.Tanks have neither machine guns nor radios.

Sand sculpture players have indeed brought unparalleled heavy industry to the world. Even the tanks are all frankly the 1945 version of the T-34-85.

This WWII tank is much easier to replicate than more advanced modern tanks.

Who said that T-34's blueprints can be easily searched by hundreds of poisons?
A large number of tank parts that can be stamped by machine tools are also the basis for the alliance to quickly have tanks.However, the machining accuracy of the machine tool for the parts is really worrying. If the large parts are crooked, they can still be repaired manually with a steel file, and the fine parts are avoided.

It's like the rubber man playing Gunpla. In the early days, there were a batch of imitation models, and there was a gap in various accuracy. As a result, the manufactured models were not stable.Later, when the craftsmanship came up, I was arrested by the anti-piracy...

Whoops, far away.

Anyway, the status quo is that large machines can be fixed, but small machines can’t.

More than 300 T-34 tanks dispersed, enough to block the plain.

"Scatter! Everyone scatter!" The tanks approaching from the end of the horizon made Thrall's scalp tingle. He really couldn't imagine what it would be like when the dense shells fell on the pack of wolves.

What made Thrall most desperate was that the wolf cavalry was diverting along the eastern hillside, and a group of human trucks sped up and cut off the eastward path at a faster speed.

When the iconic green cloaks of rangers and hunters appeared from the rear of the truck, even Thrall couldn't help but lose his voice: "It's over!"

The steep 60-degree hillside can be difficult for tanks, and it will definitely not be difficult for Ranger troops who can still walk like flying in complex terrain.

"Go back! Everyone go back to Ashenvale..." Before Thrall could finish his sentence, he heard a long and thick horn sounding far in the sky.It wasn't until this moment that Thrall realized that hundreds of Hippogryphs of the night elves rushed down from the clouds and hovered in the air.

With the sound of the trumpet, the mouth of the canyon where Thrall just came out of Ashenvale seemed to emerge from the ground. A large number of elf huntresses riding night sabers, holding up huge boomerangs, drove the mounts quickly. He rushed out, firmly blocking the orc's retreat.

It was as if a basin of bone-piercing ice water had been poured on every orc, and their bodies and minds were completely chilled.

(End of this chapter)