Stormwind God

Thrall greeted the tribal warriors who had been waiting impatiently and rushed forward.

At this moment, the alliance cruiser and destroyer in the sky suddenly flashed countless complicated and delicate array of patterns.

A few moments later, Bingya of [Blizzard] fell in front of the Horde's course. A magical storm, which was only used for assistance, spawned out of thin air, and easily extinguished the flames that blocked the Horde's advance.

Thrall gnawed his teeth, I really don't know when the Horde will be able to play [the open space and the land] and [the artillery synergy] as smoothly as the Alliance.

There is no way to fall behind and not be beaten, it is already the league's face. The rusty water chaebol of the tribe is not Kaishantang. Everything is provided to the tribe free of charge.

In the vein of his rusty chaebol, he has to research and develop flying warships, light weapon replacements for infantry, and want to revolutionize the artillery ... This is absolutely unrealistic. Thrall was also afraid of forcing Gast to be too powerful, and let the cunning goblin prince run, and the tribe would be even worse.

Well, the Horde can only be a good infantry now, with at least some magic support. What high-tech wars can only be left to the Alliance.

After all, the league is kind now.

Those guys who roll in the mud like a messy rope are living babies!

How to catch?

The lasso given to the Horde by the Alliance is a great artifact.

The tribe's wolf cavalry casts a net on low-flying enemies, but it is not so troublesome to deal with these ridiculous opponents. One by one, like western cowboy possessions on the earth, directly go up a lasso and pull out when the wolf is pulled .

No matter if you are struggling or not, a lasso goes up, and an evil orc is just like a prelude to a five-horse corpse. He is weirdly pulled out.

Anyway, the orc is thicker and thicker, and even if it is wrapped around its neck for a long time, it may not be out of breath.

Whenever an unlucky ghost was successfully pulled out, a group of unscrupulous infantry directly educated (crashes) these mad fellows with sticks as thick as thighs.

The stunned orc was smashed all over his head, and even a few of his teeth were smashed. He was dragged directly to the back and handed it to the orc laborer to tie it with an anti-knot from the alliance. Tied up like bitches, they were thrown into the open space casually.

That's not ordinary hemp rope, considering the immense human power of the evil beast. Those ropes are specially mixed with steel wire, plus special steel handcuffs. Don't try to escape unless it is a tauren-like force and it is too bad.

The orcs around the quagmire were quickly cleaned up.

The orcs worked hard, and ran up, throwing pieces of thick wood onto the mud, as a stepping stone for the wolf cavalry. The war wolf jumped cheerfully and dexterously on the wooden pedal, and continued to drag the orcs deep in the swamp to stun.

Watching this ridiculous scene where thousands of people packed up more than 100,000, Thrall and Orgrim were riding their mounts, standing far away, and their expressions were extremely strange.

"It's terrible. Duke even calculated that the lake that had just been buried would not be irrigated by heavy rain, and would turn into a mire again. He could also summon such a large-scale rain with the power of mortals, and the kind of antiaircraft artillery ..." Thrall sighed.

"He's still an authentic demigod," Orgrim reminded sighingly.

At this time, a commander came to inform Thrall: "The Alliance has sent someone over."

"Who?"

"A man who claims to be Mark Dooku, with a squad of dwarven backroom guards and a ... Draenei woman."

The dwarf's secret room guard is known for his bravery and loyalty, and has always been directly under the Bronzebeard Dwarf Royal Family.

Just let a Draenei do it?

Orgrim's brow was almost writhing.

Seriously, Orgrim also participated in the war between the orcs and the draenei more than two decades ago. Not to mention, even last year, I heard that the Draenei clashed with other normal orc clans.

Orgrim was upset that the Draenei embraced the league's incredibly thick thigh.

The alliance and Shattrath City frowned. The envoys of the two sides frequently discussed the details of joining the alliance. The tribe also knew it, and basically announced it.

Just as the Alliance eventually allowed the Forsaken and Goblin to join the Horde, the Tribe has no position on this matter to blame the Alliance.

Thrall nodded.

Then, I walked into such a group of guys with an average height of less than 1.6 meters among a group of giants 2.5 meters tall.

"Mark, I'm afraid ..."

In numerous Draenei rumors, the Horde orcs are the most terrifying and fierce. Rumors about orcs eating people have never broken.

In fact, this is a misunderstanding. Although the orcs did not know how many thousands of years in the past, they evolved sharp fangs to bite the stout prey, but it was only aimed at lower prey. Orcs don't eat people.

Just like the tauren and the bull, special is not a race.

However, on the battlefield, after losing their weapons, the violent orcs often swooped up, smashed with their fists, dug with their claws, and even bit the Draenei's throat with their mouth full of fangs.

This left the Draenei with a serious psychological shadow on the orcs.

Even if Duke repeatedly emphasized that these are the new tribes and new orcs after the demon blood sequelae, Yrel is still afraid!

Even if there was a team of dwarf room guards wearing a hundred pounds of heavy armor around her, unfortunately they were too low in height and still exposed her to the sight of those muscular green giants wearing dark iron armor.

The feeling of being overlooked by his rivals was terrible.

The hooves couldn't help but cling to the sleeve of this Lord Mark Duku, oh no, almost the whole person was stuck behind.

Er, although it feels good to give the Draenei Jungfrau, Duke tries to calm himself down.

and many more!

That's the hoof!

Draenei with blue skin and anti-joint feet!

Can I react to such a guy?

No I'm not filthy!

I am a gentleman with moral integrity in the new era, oh demigod!

However, Duke is a man who is used to big scenes.

Seeing Thrall and Orgrim, Duke gently squeezed the arm of his hoof and let her loosen.

"Ah!" Yrel released his electric shock, but she was still close to Duke. No way, Thrall's giants more than two and a half meters tall guarded her, putting too much pressure on her.

Duke controlled the Mark with a smile: "Good morning, dear Chief Warchief. I'm Mark Duku, and I've brought greetings from Master Duke Marcus."

"Good morning, Your Excellency Master Mark, say hello to your commander."

"I also know that the Warchief is very busy, so I want to ask on behalf of the alliance, is the Warchief interested in testing a new way to relieve the blood addiction of the devil?"

Thrall and Orgrim's ears rose instantly.