Stratholme God

Chapter 914 There Are More Difficulties Than Solutions (1 more)
"Tons, tons, tons!"

You 1.6-meter-tall orc peon!After drinking this bloody version of [Bird Vodka], you are the Davarishi of our new tribe!

On the tens of thousands of square kilometers of land in Nagrand, there are scenes of chasing death and chasing north everywhere.

The army of evil orcs headed by the Thunder God clan swept across this land with many floating islands and green grass.

They are like locusts, invincible and ravaging everywhere.

Kill all the rebels, and then forcibly pour demon blood on all the captured orcs, and then drive them out of their camp, spread out, attack and plunder more clans.

In the area occupied by the evil orcs on the earth, there is no longer a serious hunter.These controlled evil orcs abandoned their nomadic life that had been passed down for thousands of years, and lived only on plunder.

Nothing to eat?

Go grab a clan!

After robbing, killing and transforming all, then burn them all.

This outrageous snowballing method, anyone with a brain knows that in the end it must be their own self-destruction.

but……

"Who cares?" The eredar twins, and even their slave, the black witch Farina, felt a twisted thrill of destruction.

If before coming to Azeroth, some players would feel unbearable, but after witnessing the first Dark Portal War with their own eyes, how the orcs burned, killed and looted, and did not spare any human women and children. The encounter at the moment was untouching.

No, it should be said, even a little bit secretly happy.

The way of heaven is good for reincarnation, who will the heaven forgive?

Regardless of the reason for the war, the orcs finally received their retribution after almost exterminating the Draenei and humans.

12 years have passed, it just happens to be a reincarnation!

Here, Thrall finally couldn't sit still after knowing the tragedy that happened on the land of Nagrand.

If it drags on, the orcs in Nagrand will be wiped out.

He gave the strictest march orders.

Regardless of any thunder in the road ahead, let me go there.

So, under Volking's advice and Goblin's design, a simple road roller was born-the principle is very simple, that is, to cut off the thick stipe of the big mushrooms that can be seen everywhere in the Zangar Marsh, use it as a roller, and then use it as an auxiliary roller. Push with the armrest.

If the handrail cannot be installed, a simple wooden pole is used as a crowbar.

Anyway, the orcs try to use the big roller as much as possible.

In doing so, many large anti-tank mines were indeed detonated.Just a crude knockoff roller is no guarantee of triggering a small anti-personnel mine on uneven ground.

At the end of the day, the advance was less than five kilometers, but at the cost of more than 500 orc soldiers were killed, and more than 3000 orc soldiers lost their arms and legs.

When the wailing wounded soldiers filled the tribe's wounded barracks, Thrall's body and mind trembled.

That's horrible!
If it was a tribe in the old days, no one would care about how many casualties came.

Hunting is killed by prey, this is your dish!
Freezing to death at tens of degrees below zero is still your choice!

If you don’t have a hunting ground and starve to death, it’s still your food!

A truly powerful orc should be able to handle everything. If you can't, it's because you're not strong enough.

This consensus has been passed down from generation to generation and instilled in the soul and bones of every orc.

This is the old-school orc, who blames God for everything, not his own people.

However, after the orcs invaded Azeroth and were defeated by the alliance in turn, the orcs became confused.

Is the way our ancestors believed in for generations not working anymore?

Brainless guy, still obsessed with the front.

Thoughtful orcs are prone to delusions.

On the other hand, the limited land could not support so many orcs to continue their safari life. Thrall had to learn from humans and began to promote pig breeding in the tribe.

This is progress in filling the bellies of the people.

It was a revolution, or... destruction, of the nomadic life to which the orcs were accustomed.

Stable food also brings stronger centripetal force, instead of the original big chief convening all the clans, the guys below can still listen to the announcement.

The tribe began to establish a centralized system of power, and what followed was the people's dependence on centralization in their lives.

Probably the thought became: We fight for the Great Chief, but the Great Chief also cares about our lives.

If these wounded soldiers were abandoned, it would undoubtedly greatly reduce the burden on the tribal army, but the ensuing low morale problem, no one can guarantee that it can be handled well.

Thrall was stuck to death.

It's a pity that there was no turning back. Thrall had to give up the idea of ​​uniting with other races. On the one hand, he sent the air force to continue to find ways to contact his relatives, and on the other hand, he collected cannon fodder throughout the Zangarmarsh and used the method of physical demining.

In addition to races such as ogres, sporemen, fungal giants, and stalkers, Zangarmarsh also has a considerable number of [Broken Ones]. These insane Draenei were captured by the Horde's raiding force and escorted to the front line demining.

This thing is also wicked, but the orcs did it to the draenei once, and now of course they don't mind doing it a second time, not to mention the small version of the draenei who were corrupted by the demonic power.

If they are not heavy enough, let them take whatever they want in their hands, or stones, or even the corpses of their compatriots.

Pushing at all costs, the tribe took about two weeks and finally approached the middle of the mountain road leading to Nagrand.

Just then, a Burning Legion demon appeared.

That is a not uncommon succubus!

"Humble and mindless orcs! Just wait for the great Queen Kalitris to train your compatriots! I will let you meet."

Waiting for the tribal demining force to react.

Suddenly there was a loud bang.

The glare from the explosion seemed to have pierced the eyelids, forcing a strange and dazzling green light onto the eyeballs.

The impact caused by the attack set off a strong earthquake, making even Thrall who was three kilometers away feel a little difficult to maintain his balance.

The mountains were shaken for a while, and after the orcs' eyes finally recovered from the blindness, the huge canyon that occupied the center of the tribe's soldiers' field of vision not long ago was gone.

"Heavenly demon! Blow up the valley!?" Thrall couldn't believe his eyes.He was almost out of anger.

However, after the rage, what flooded his heart was endless sorrow.

The only passage between Zangarmarsh and Nagrand is a valley with a height of more than 800 meters on both sides.

The giant fel energy bomb collapsed the mountain wall, creating a landslide area over 200 meters high and over two kilometers long.This blocked the orc's way home.

This time, Sal really couldn't hold back any longer, and sat on the ground a little slumped, unable to lift his head for a long time.

He didn't know that in the northern part of Zangarmarsh, the alliance's partial division had already assembled, and was preparing to pass through the mountainside passage of Blade's Edge Mountain and fight towards the opposite side of the mountain.

Kael'thas bowed deeply to McDonald who was seeing him off: "Thank you, my lord..."

(End of this chapter)