Stratholme God

Chapter 786 Who is the winner? (2 more)
"Don't come here! Go! Get away from the Alliance! Don't come here—" Vol'jin roared heart-piercingly.

It's useless, the battlefield is too chaotic.The command of the tribe depends entirely on roar, and this disadvantage is undoubtedly revealed at this time.Wojin's order is sensible, but it can't be conveyed to the rear army.

The Scourge attacked the army with the air force, which is a shame.What's more, Kel'Thuzad's command talent has always been underestimated by the world!

Taking advantage of the conflict between the Alliance and the Horde, Naxxramas chose a place without Alliance air defenses to raid the Horde army.

This is the first advantage.

Taking advantage of the eagerness of the orcs to return home, this is the second advantage.

In the sky, the huge diamond-shaped fortress slowly descended, and was stuck in the long human dragon of the tribe with incomparable precision.

The extremely pungent Mr. Ke cut the tribal team into threes and sevens, letting go of the front [-]% and stopping the rear [-]%.

The vicious thing is that the rate of decline of the stronghold is not very fast.

As the saying goes, Wangshan ran dead horses, almost all the tribe warriors subconsciously felt that as long as they rushed fast enough, they could rush to the entrance of Thousand Needles Forest before the fortress was crushed.

In fact, from their position, they could even see the towering stone pillars in the distance of Thousand Needles.

The long time of going out to fight, the desire to go home, and the anger of the undead Scourge drove them to rush towards the bottom of the fortress desperately.

The orcs, who are generally relatively simple in mind, don't want to think about it: if they are closer to the enemy's fortress, will they be hit harder by the firepower?

But Kel'Thuzad ordered: the farther away from the fortress, the harder the attack.

He is well versed in human nature, and he knows very well that if the orcs are really allowed to run around on the gold-shielding plain with a length and width of more than 200 kilometers, even if there are more natural disaster soldiers, they will not be able to catch them.

Why not seduce them to die together?

Dark green bombs and natural disaster artillery kept raging on the scattered array of orcs.Nearer, swarms of skeletal archers reaped the lives of orc soldiers with poisoned arrows.

A good retreat suddenly turned into a siege battle. How could the unprepared tribal army enter Naxxramas.

The flying fortress was getting closer and closer to the ground, from five kilometers high, to one kilometer, and then to 500 meters.Such a large fortress provides a stronger sense of oppression, which in turn drives the tribe warriors to rush desperately, because there are still lucky people who can rush over ahead!
As everyone knows, the lucky one who managed to break through was the result of Mr. Ke's deliberate order not to shoot all the tribal soldiers?

The number of lucky ones has been precisely controlled. From the initial five people who can escape one, it has become a one-in-ten chance, and then it is 5%, 1%.

This scene broke the hearts of Varok and Vol'jin.

"Ancestors! These are all good men of the tribe, the elite of the tribe! I brought them out, and they didn't die in Ahn'Qiraj, but died in this kind of place. What face do I have to go to see Chief Thrall!" After all, Varok wanted to kill himself on the spot with a single stroke of the axe.

His ax was taken by Dranosh!
"Father! Don't be stupid! You died here, your body is cheaper than those damned bones! Go! Go!" Little Saurfang roared at his father with his eyes wide open.

Vol'jin also stopped Varok: "Dranosh is right! We must leave now! Don't misunderstand your comrades. First, try to keep the vitality of the tribe. Better than giving your life to the Scourge."

This is undoubtedly a difficult decision!

When the Horde withdrew, a large number of high-level ordnance obtained from the Iron Horde, such as the Iron Star, were placed in the front army.These hard-won possessions are far more valuable than ordinary soldiers.

Human life alone cannot withstand the alliance's cannon.At such times, human life and ordnance had to be cruelly weighed on the balance.

The blood on Varok's face faded: "But, but, Garrosh is still in the rear!"

I don’t know whether it’s luck or misfortune. In order to prevent the elite of the tribe from being taken over by the alliance during the retreat, Vol’jin asked heroes such as the tauren chief Kane and the beast king Rexxar to evacuate with the elite tauren before the army. Quickly retreated to Thunder Bluff.

The only remaining hero in the tribe's rear was a brainless roar and a bunch of commanders.

Now that they are withdrawing, aren't they just selling their brains out?

"Don't care so much! Send out the signal to evacuate. Run! Otherwise, we will all die here." Wojin burst into tears.

The signal flares learned from humans will eventually come in handy.

Looking at the rising signal flare, I don't know how many tribal warriors shed tears on the spot.

This kind of signal of running away from each other simply tarnished the glory of the tribe.

Some people turned around and ran away, while others, like crazy, continued to rush towards the lower and lower Naxxramas. He was the orc hero Garrosh* Hellscream.

"Trash! Coward! Varok! Vol'jin! I'll kill you guys when I go back!" It has to be said that the history of the idiots shouting all kinds of tricks, his own strength is actually not weak.

Along the way, [Blood Roar] flew up and down, and there was almost no one of his enemies.

Until he bumps into a giant abomination: "Patchwick is playing with you!"

"Go away!" The irritable old man roared in a brainless manner, making a big jump that mortals can't match, leaping four floors high, followed by a double jump on the shoulders of the abomination, and finally smashed the ax on the head of the abomination.

If it is an ordinary undead creature, if half of the head is cut off, it will probably be gone.

The key to hatred is never in the head!

A big hand dripping with blood and pus grabbed Nao Canhou's body violently, and swung it down desperately.

"Oh!"

Brainless Roar was thrown and vomited blood on the spot.

In the next second, Patchwick's big hook crashed down.

Originally, Brainless Roar had the last chance to escape. In fact, he did. He scrambled around trying to get out of the killing range of the giant rusty hook.Unexpectedly, a death knight with a human appearance appeared, Thoras Trollbane, the former King of Stormgard, with a pungent sword skill, forced Brainless Roar back.

After a blow that cracked the ground in a ten-meter radius, there was no more.

Solas scanned the battlefield ruthlessly: "Let's end it!"

Naxxramas finally fell to the ground with a bang. Amidst the splashing smoke and dust, countless death knights rode strange undead horses, charged out from all the passages of the fortress, and swept across the entire Golden Shining Plain...

When receiving this news, McDonnell was holding Aurelia in his arms, he was in a daze, and almost pinched his thigh in purple blue.

"What? Brainless screaming to death?"

Just as McDonnell was in a daze, Fenner*Golden Sword suddenly sent a report: "Garrosh* Hellscream ran to Golden Sword Port with the remnant soldiers, hoping that the Alliance will temporarily take them in."

and many more!

Two idiots roaring?
(End of this chapter)