Stratholme God

Chapter 726 The Night I Missed You

The birth of the strong is irreproducible.

There is no strong person who can be trained by training.

It is often a unique experience that stimulates the potential of his body.

When it is played out, the height it reaches depends on the individual's perseverance and the upper limit of talent.

Talent is the rarest thing, it's like there are only a handful of people who can run 10 meters in less than [-] seconds on earth.

Originally, Wojin hoped that the alliance would stumble or something, but now it seems that he is overthinking.

On the surface, Vol'jin still expressed his condolences sincerely: "The trolls who believe in the evil god Hakkar are also despised by the Darkspear trolls. On behalf of the tribe, I would like to express my deep condolences to you for the loss of life and property caused by you."

Wojin used the orc language, which is probably what it meant when the simultaneous interpreter translated it.

"Thank you for the tribe's concern." The old wolf king was disdainful of Wojin's words.

Who can't play lip service?

Volkin probed: "According to the legend of the tauren, these worms are servants of the ancient evil god C'Thun. As the evil god that has plagued the entire world of Azeroth, if it recovers completely, it will bring destruction to the entire world." If possible, I still hope that the alliance army can arrive quickly and impose justice on C'Thun."

In this matter, if the alliance changes its leader, it might be panicked.

However, the bosses tacitly agreed that Mr. Mai had been watching for a long time. Since the leader did not speak, according to the leader's previous handling of the situation... the bosses are all convinced.

McDonnell has already given the timetable, and he ordered it down early-I'm not in a hurry, let the elite of the tribe die again.

Gene must have found a way to delay time. Well, what he said on the surface is of course another matter: "The alliance army has just finished the brutal Zul'Gurub Crusade and is resting. And now that most of the alliance territories are in winter, deploy troops It is very inconvenient, and according to preliminary estimates, it will take another month for the vanguard of the coalition forces to arrive at Jinjian Port."

Hearing this, Woking just wanted to call the police.

Let your mother fart like the sky.

Really think I don't know Stratholme's pawns are different from Storm's pawns?

The Stratholme First Army alone is enough to counterattack!

Wojin complained wildly in his heart, but he also knew that the First Army was used to restrain their tribe.As for something as big as the attack on Silithus, troops must be dispatched from the mainland.

On weekdays, the output of Dustwallow Marsh is simply not enough to support the First Army.As for Jinjiangang, self-sufficiency is not bad.

Wojin lowered his posture: "Since everyone has the intention to cooperate, I wonder if the alliance can help contain the bugman army before that?"

"I can apply to the night elves to let them mobilize some of the defenders of Feathermoon Fortress into Feralas to help defend." Jin, who was full of bad taste, suggested solemnly.

How dare Vol'jin let the alliance go into Feralas.He hadn't heard much from Thrall and Durotan about how the orcs were wiped out in the first two battles at the Dark Portal.

Didn't you build a bunch of bunker towers for someone in the Alliance, and then drain the last drop of blood from the orc warriors?

Let the alliance come in, the allied army must camp, right?
After setting up camp, the [King of Bunkers] must build a bunker, right?

After it is built, what can people do if they don't leave the tribe?
Even if they left, demolishing so many bunkers, even with the heavy machinery of the Iron Horde, would take half a toss.

After fighting for so long, Thrall and Vol'jin finally figured out that the Iron Horde's big carts are really hard to use on rough terrain.

Upon hearing Jinn's proposal, Vol'jin hastily rejected: "The defense of Feralas does not need the Alliance to bother. As long as the Alliance can reduce the number of bugs from the flanks, the Horde will be very grateful."

The discussions at this stage are actually fruitless.

However, the flank attack really played a role for the alliance.

At the southern pier of Feathermoon Fortress in the southwest of Feralas, General Shandris of Feathermoon looked solemnly at the blonde beauty in front of him: "Miss Bismarck."

"Just call me [Bismarck] directly."

No matter how many times, Shandris was not quite used to the decent-looking ship lady in front of her: "Okay, Bismarck, I'll leave everything to you."

The order issued by the high-level alliance is: Let the alliance fleet on standby near the Feathermoon Fortress directly fire towards the Feralas area in the sea south of the Feathermoon Fortress, and attack the worms gathered in the northern part of Silithus with unimaginable straddle shots. people troops.

This picture is outrageous when you think about it.

Silithus is a plateau area with an altitude of more than 600 meters. Its borders in the west, north and east are mostly surrounded by high mountains, some of which can reach kilometers.

As an alliance executive, Shandris naturally knew that the main guns of the alliance battleships could have a range of up to 40 kilometers.

As far as she knew, there was only one insect nest within the shooting range, and that was located on the plateau thirty kilometers away.

Theoretically, the shells fired would cross the top of the thousand-meter mountain, and then fall there in a parabola.

Don't talk about observation, it's so far away, it has already surpassed the limit of visual observation. If a person looks at something five kilometers away from a high place, even if the target is a tank, it looks like a small spot.

Even if the ship has a way to see the target, considering the waves and wind direction when the cannon is fired, and its own mechanical defects (such as rifling wear, etc.), it is simply metaphysics to hit the target.

Watching the fleet slowly sail out of the fortress's port, Shandris still couldn't dispel the doubts in his heart, and as soon as he turned his head, he led his men to stare at the actual battle scene of the magic mirror.

In fact, this question has been asked from top to bottom in the alliance—is the alliance trying to fool the tribe, saying that it can’t be hit by just firing a few shots, there is no way, there is nothing to help.

Even if it is, the Horde has nothing to do with the Alliance.

In Golden Sword Port, Queen Xi, who just arrived, had the same question: "We can indeed play tricks on the tribe now, but then we don't want to sacrifice our lives to the tribe! As far as I know, the situation of scouting is far from ideal."

The swarm is too exaggerated.

The alliance has sent several waves of scouts recently, and the effect has been terrible.

For high-altitude reconnaissance at this point in time, hot air balloons are often used.These big guys floating in the sky can provide a good field of vision. When the shooting elements reach the ship, they can immediately adjust the shooting angle to improve the hit rate.

This trick was also used in Booty Bay last time.

This time, the balloon was directly pierced by the giant flying insect guard.

Similarly, no matter the Griffin or the Dragon Knight, there is a risk of being besieged by the swarm.

McDonnell hugged Queen Xi's waist and said with a smirk, "I'll tell you if I add some ingredients tonight."

"Hmph! Go find Vereesa!" Queen Xi didn't even shake someone, and knocked off someone's claw with a slap.

At this moment, on the warship Bismarck, the dirty god [learning] is following behind the ship's mother, Bismarck, singing ghostly and howling: "I miss you——

"miss you!"

Before she finished speaking, she picked up the item with one hand and stuffed it into the barrel of the 380mm main gun.

Huh?Seems like something is wrong?
　None of the filthy gods in this article are innocent, just copy them away.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)