Stormwind God

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Mortar shells bombarded the zombies, and each shell could blow up dozens of zombies and shatter them, either smashed their heads and hang them completely, or they were physically disabled and incapacitated. \ r

Few zombies stretched their arms and sprinted towards the mountain blankly. Some zombies were pushed by the zombies behind them and fell to the ground because of missing legs. They still waved. Rotten and broken hands and feet, whether the dog is crawling, or both hands and feet, rushing wildly towards the mountain. \ r

If the zombies in front are too slow, the zombies in the back will crawl over their companions and continue to rush. \ r

At this time, Brian Bronzebeard behind the third city wall, while satisfactorily playing with his new gift, the strange musket with a bug-shaped appearance, glanced impatiently at the location of the zombies. \ r

"Parim King Hammer!" \ R

"Here!" A dwarf officer wearing a relatively rare golden armor holding a big hammer responded on the spot. \ r

"Fixed target! No. 1 shooting Zhuyuan! Three groups of [small steel cannons] cover shooting! Don't be lazy, even if we are covering those **** orcs, but from another angle, we are also letting them reflect on it. The taste of war. "Brian's smirk was spreading among the dwarves. \ r

"Hey!" \ R

"Hey hey hey!" \ R

Fifteen years is almost a generation for human beings. \ r

But for a dwarf with an average lifespan of less than 800 years, fifteen years feels like a human being last month. \ r

Every dwarf warrior still remembers the shame that the blood ring clan blocked the door of his house, and even his former garden Dan Morrow could not go. Without the musket hunting full of dwarf romance, there is no room to go to various mines to collect those treasures under the ground ... \ r

To cooperate with the tribe, dwarves are very unhappy. \ r

Orcs or something, just slaves of the alliance. Now there is no place to stay, only mourning dogs running across the ocean. \ r

Why work with those **** greenskins? \ r

Dwarves don't quite understand. \ r

If this order was not issued by Duke, the Alliance Commander who still fully supported the dwarf and had no shortage of food and medicine during the most difficult time of the Bronzebeard dwarf, the dwarf would have used a gun filled with black powder but no bullets to bluff that guy one side. \ r

"Why the black iron dwarf's face is black? It has turned black since we were smeared with a musket!" This is a clumsy dwarf-type joke, but it also reflects from the side, if there is no point in the league Merit, can't hold back these violent dead dwarfs. \ r

Well, very funny, Bryant picked the [small steel cannon] that made the tribe into a dog in the Scorching Canyon! \ r

The small steel cannons that shined in that battle, in fact, made a lot of doors behind. Who knew that after the Battle of the Scorching Canyon, it would no longer be necessary. There were thirty-six small steel cannons in the Watch Castle of the Cursed Land at one time. \ r

Later, with the changes of the times, the small steel cannon was replaced by the even more aggressive [Little Duke Cannon]. \ r

The dwarves never lack iron ore, and it is quite troublesome to return these products to the furnace. As a result, so many small cannons can only be put in the warehouse to play games with dust. \ r

Rarely this time across the sea, Duke named the dwarf to bring a small steel cannon, and also made it clear that he would need to abandon the artillery at any time in accordance with tactics. \ r

It's outdated garbage anyway, and Brian is certainly happy to take orders. Who would have thought it could be used to scare orcs? \ r

Unsurprisingly, as can be clearly seen on the third wall, when the huge sound of the small steel cannon sounded, many of the older orc warriors were almost frightened. \ r

This is a nightmare that travels through time and space for thirteen years. \ r

Every old orc who had been captured in the Searing Gorge remembered the shame forced by the terrible dwarf fire ... \ r

"The bastards!" Hearing the seemingly deliberate suppression of Hou Shan, but the unscrupulous dwarf laughed wildly. Warlock and Brocks, two veterans who had gone through the first and second dark gate battles, were furious. \ r

Thrall just rejoiced because of the dwarf's artillery support, and now he was better than the heroic old orc warrior. "What?" \ R

"Oh!" In the end, Grom, who had gone through the war, but had not personally experienced the last battle of the Searing Canyon, told Thrall the allusion. \ r

"What !? You must be the one [small steel cannon] that destroyed the last Orc army that year?" \ R

Thrall was silent, and despite recent signs of a rise in the alliance's relationship with the tribe, the damage done to each other in the past was too deep. Of course the tribe slaughtered a large number of humans, dwarves and high elves. The Alliance also destroyed the Troll Empire and enslaved the Orcs. \ r

This is already a bad debt. \ r

"With the order, our enemy is just the enemy of the living beings. Don't be disturbed by those small details. We will use Wuxun to prove the glory of the tribe!" \ R

When the Horde soldiers calmed down, the artillery of the dwarves was still very powerful. \ r

In the sun, many huge black artillery shells are falling from the sky. They accurately fell on the seemingly wide mountain road of hundreds of meters, sputtered out, and brought fragments of Mars shells to light a piece of open space. They screamed over the two huge city walls, creating a hell-like scene in front of the orcs. \ r

Thrall suddenly understood why the invincible orc predecessors in his heart collapsed and became captives. \ r

This is not at all a weapon of destruction that mortals can confront physically! \ r

Without becoming a professional, there is no chance of survival in the face of this level of attack. \ r

It stands to reason that in the face of such an attack that the grass can't grow within a hundred meters, there will be no existence that can be spared. \ r

But Thrall himself was wrong. \ r

A large number of suture monsters stitched together with countless corpses-abomination, actually carried the artillery fire that seemed to destroy the world, but crossed the line of destruction and rushed under the wall. You know, there's a dead end beyond fire. \ r

"Attack--" Woking's call sounded. Behind the widened shooting hole, the trolls stretched out their long arms and blasted out a steel spear. \ r

These horrific shots that killed the tauren with a single spear could not stop the disgusting action for more than a second. \ r

The monsters whose mouths and faces were smashed and shot through, the eyeballs on their heads were still absent. He played a human ladder under the city wall and used his flesh and blood to build a wall enough to cross the fifteen meter high wall Ramp channel. \ r

"Dead man, give me good rest!" \ R

Thrall waved the Doomhammer in anger!