MTL - Stormwind God-v2 Chapter 1964 Gradually Hanging

In the brain screaming imagination, these 300,000 orcs can fight for him for at least half a year. At the beginning, the twilight fortress controlled by Gujar was no fear of burning and no fear of the boulder's boulder. He could only fill it with human life.

When the tribe warrior's bones filled every winding branch in the fortress, and even the Twilight believers had time to clean up the corpses, the tribe was considered to have captured it.

After all, the Forsaken were members of the tribe. Garrosh ordered Dranosh to resurrect every tribal warrior who died, and fight again for the tribe.

Sadly, the lack of wisdom in the brain has limited his imagination. He couldn't think of anything else. The league still has such a big bomber.

Playing street fighting?

No drops!

Before the last resort, who will let the soldiers go to fight in the narrow fortress lanes.

That's the standard monogamy.

Even if the Alliance has newly joined a large number of Pandaren monks, it cannot be consumed like this.

"What can be solved with bombs, let me inflate infantry. Our justice and power only exist within the range of the cannon." Duke instructed so.

The alliance destroyed the twilight fortress with a big bomb, and even caused the orcs to have a psychological belief collapse.

Originally, when Naxxramas, who seemed to cover the entire sky, came over the fortress, most of the orc garrisons were already feeling bad.

When the fort collapsed, the orcs, known for their courage, actually had deserters. Countless orc soldiers ran out of hiding bunkers or wooden towers. They screamed loudly and ran away in all directions to the west, only to stay away from the explosion.

A little late!

The batch of bunkers closest to the fortress were all affected. It is important to know that Twilight Fortress is not a traditional fortress. It was formed by the ancient earth from the Deep Rock Continent.

Its purity and content of soil elements are far beyond ordinary people's imagination.

The tribe did not know that such a strong fortress actually needs a lot of earth elements to supplement it in daily life. As Nesario was cold, the stone mother Therazan had already secretly removed the earth element in the Twilight Fortress.

This makes Twilight Fortress more like an empty shelf.

It's an empty shelf. Anyway, the mass of the fortress and the volume of the stone are placed there.

The effect caused by the fall of this horror fortress that was over 100 meters high was landslide-like.

Within a hundred meters of the fortress, all the orcs were buried alive, and within a kilometer range they were affected by the flames of the explosion. Even at short distances, even if hiding in bunkers and bunkers, as long as the flames were not completely isolated, coke was immediately burned by the pervasive fire waves.

Long distances were also burned by the fire waves.

After dropping the bomber and doing a simple battle damage assessment, Naxxramas left. Going straight northeast, it will merge with Dalaran for another good show in Orgrimmar.

As for cleaning the battlefield, it is not necessary. Excavation in the traditional sense takes too much time and manpower.

In addition to the Alliance infantry, there is a vassal race that cleans the battlefield, which is the Qiraji. Whether it is the son of the earthworm Auror, or the zombie who is good at drilling holes, they are the best choice for the enemy in the ground.

For some things, there are reasons for not letting the main force of the alliance operate.

The orcs in the Twilight Fortress have not yet been alienated, and they are taking the liberty to kill, especially for ordinary human soldiers, and there are always some virgins. Insects ** Well, there is something for a leader of an insect to carry the pot.

It's really urgent, and it's said that it is not strict. Come to a Zerg leader to cut his belly and give thanks.

Anyway, the Qiraji Empire is the most important twin emperor. The emperor is okay. It doesn't matter how many bugs die below.

Throughout the barren land, there were almost no tribal refugees, and all the refugees ran near Orgrimmar.

The rest is nothing more than a brain cannon roulette attempt to delay the cannon fodder force of the alliance.

Blockhouses and small and medium-sized fortresses are spread throughout the barren land. This will not be the main target of Naxxramas. The coalition, which already has detailed information, has dispatched sub-fleets of various sizes to clear up and arrange mobile forces to respond according to the size of each target.

"Bang!" In the sound of bangs, one after another fortress was blown into the sky.

If there is no flesh and blood and stubble in the midst of it, in the eyes of the league generals, this is the simplest live-fire training.

You should know that during the training, in order to simulate the shelling environment in high winds, the alliance deliberately let the captains of each training ship drunk the ship like drunks, all kinds of large-scale shaking.

The alliance standard is to hit no less than 30% of the shells within a 100-meter radius of the target area at a distance of five kilometers.

Even with all kinds of auxiliary equipment, the artillery feel can only be fed out with a large number of live-fire training.

Over the barren land ... wind is often only 1st, 2nd. Dry landforms, good visibility, and weak wind. This is the typical actual combat easier than training.

The Alliance destroyed the Horde strongholds from all fronts. Every tribe can clearly feel Duke's big invisible hands, stuck on their necks, and see when they can pinch their throats and give them a fatal blow.

The Alliance's unrestricted strangulation has exacerbated the tribal panic.

Over a million tribal people and soldiers gathered at the door of Orgrimmar, shouting to enter. In their hearts, only the great main city, Orgrimmar, which has a tall wall and has never fallen, is the only safe haven.

Just then Garrosh made a terrible decision.

"By closing the gates, everyone, whether the Alliance or the Horde, will shoot at the range of bows, arrows and crossbows that enter the wall."

"What? They are all tribal people!" Some people objected!

"Click!" The opponent's head was smashed by the chief chief with one hand on the spot.

Garrosh's twisted face had the most terrifying sting.

"Great orthodox tribes do not need those who are weak. Orcs have been here for hundreds of millions of years. I am not a weak Thrall, and I will not waste useless food and resources on the weak. Clan without ability can be thrown to The wilderness is waiting to die. It is strange that they have a weak chief, or that they have not inherited a strong bloodline from themselves. Hahaha! "

Crude and brutal, but it's true.

For thousands of years, the orcs have been the most brutal elimination. You ca n’t get the best hunting ground if you ca n’t beat the group. Without good hunting grounds, there are not enough prey to survive the severe winter. If you can't survive it, you will either destroy other clans and seize resources, or you will die sadly under the might of nature.

This is the traditional orc, the orc that pursues the typical rule of survival of the fittest.

No traditional orc finds Garrosh's words faulty.