Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 375: Type A

Three thousand deaths, Type A?

What the hell is that?

Many Alliance bosses were confused, such as King Thoras of Stromgradee and General Haas of Alterac. Only those Alliance bosses and generals who had cooperated with Duke had strange expressions on their faces.

Putting aside Duke's human appearance, just looking at Duke's so-called inventions, anyone would think that Duke is simply a dwarf in human skin.

Yes, those guys in Ironforge who have really wild imaginations. No, their imaginations are simply sky-high.

Goblins love explosions. Explosions are the art of goblins. When they blow their enemies to pieces, they also kill themselves.

The dwarves love to commit suicide, and unreliable inventions are the label of the dwarves. Before the fall of Gnomeregan, seeing the dwarves spending huge amounts of money on all kinds of unreliable and suicidal things was enough to give the kings of the Alliance a heart attack.

But Duke is definitely an exception among exceptions.

He doesn't have many gadgets, but each one can completely change the situation on the battlefield.

From the FFF Regiment Flamethrower that was famous for grilling orcs in the western battlefield, to the Ghost Spirit that forced the trolls who were good at hiding to jump into the river in the eastern forest, although there were only two inventions, Duke got the confidence from somewhere and directly converted the inventions into military use - mass production.

It was such a huge success!

Now, at the most critical moment, there is another new invention?

The bigwigs in the alliance were all shocked.

Duke snapped his fingers and said, "Everyone, please come to the Imperial Garden. Uh, Your Majesty Menethil, please notify the guards of the palace not to panic if they hear an explosion later."

Terenas nodded.

The show began, and after a loud bang, the result surprised the league leaders.

"How much of this have you prepared?"

"Five thousand."

"Not enough!" Anduin and Terenas said in unison.

Duke shrugged. "I'm out of money. I don't have enough high gunpowder. You know how greedy goblins are."

Terenas was anxious: "If I give you the money right away, how much can you make in a short time?"

"24 hours, 50,000."

This battle concerns the safety of Lordaeron City. If the Western Legion cannot be annihilated, or if Lordaeron City is broken before the Western Legion is annihilated, then Terenas will have no place to cry.

Knowing that Duke should have the stock in hand, Terenas had no choice but to accept it and directly allocated two million gold coins to Duke.

Even as the Alliance was preparing to encircle and annihilate the Horde, Orgrim was in great pain. First, his troops that had fallen behind were attacked by the Alliance. The Knights of the Silver Hand, who were supposed to help the main force of Lordaeron retreat, actually used griffins to transport them to the Alterac Mountains again after getting rid of the Horde's pursuit.

The alliance's most elite troops directly attacked the Horde's rear army on the mountain road.

The number of the Silver Hand Knights was only a few hundred, but each Paladin was a formidable warrior who could fight ten or even a hundred at once. the Horde, which had the advantage of individual soldiers in the mountains, was directly defeated when it encountered the Silver Hand.

Orgrim waited in the valley at the foot of the mountain for three days before gathering a little over 10,000 men. Perhaps less than 2,000 were killed, but more were routed. The orcs, having lost their leadership, ran all over the mountain.

And for some unknown reason, the Silver Hand deliberately let go of the ogres who posed the greatest threat to the city walls, and instead specifically went after the commander of the Horde.

Orgrim had a bad feeling, and on the same day that Lothar arrived in Lordaeron, Orgrim finally received news he didn't want to hear.

"Warchief!" Orgrim glanced and saw one of his soldiers pointing at the sky.

Are there more Griffins coming?

He thought with disgust: If the Alliance didn't have these annoying guys, the Horde would have dominated the entire sky with the red dragon army long ago.

Unfortunately, before Zuluhed brought back a new batch of red dragons from Grim Batol Fortress in the wetlands, the Horde had to watch the griffins shit and piss on their heads every day to monitor their movements.

However, Orgrim was still quite worried. These dwarven griffon riders were very strong, their mounts were very fast, and their storm hammers were as deadly as the orcs' war hammers. Although they were small, they could not be ignored. So if there were more griffons attacking, he would have to prepare the troll troops for the attack.

The shadow was getting bigger and bigger - its body was very long, and it was obvious at first glance that it was not a griffin.

As it approached, the Warchief heard his own soldiers cheering.

A young red dragon over a thousand years old!

This is really good news. This behemoth can easily scare more than a hundred griffins. When a dragon grows to more than a thousand years old, its attack power, defense power, and speed will be greatly improved compared to a young dragon less than a thousand years old.

After a young dragon enters the realm of giant dragons, he can use magic, and it is the kind of powerful dragon language magic that can be used directly at high speed without spells.

The dragon is definitely the most terrifying existence on the battlefield.

The dragon landed on the beach near the small river that ran through the valley. As soon as it landed, a burly orc jumped off the saddle on the dragon's back. freewebnoveℓ.com

Orgrim swung his hammer behind him and strode forward.

"Where is the warchief?" the dragon rider shouted. "Emergency!"

"I'm right here." As Orgrim answered, all the tribal warriors parted like a tide and automatically made way for him. "What's the matter? Has that bastard Gul'dan finally decided to roll over?"

The dragon rider turned to face Doomhammer, and Orgrim recognized him immediately - he was a confidant of Zuluhed, a very capable warrior, and it was said that he was one of the first people who dared to tame a dragon.

Torges, yes, that's his name.

"Warchief, please come here." Torges waved his hand.

Orgrim walked proudly into the circle formed by the dragon's tail. The others understood that this was a highly confidential matter, and even the chief's personal guards stepped back a few steps to let them talk alone.

"Go ahead."

Before Torges spoke, there was a strange and complex expression on his broad face - Orgrim could see that there was anger, confusion, and even shame and fear.

Torges didn't dare look the warchief in the eye. "Gul'dan escaped. Just after you led the main force out of Quel'Thalas, he and Cho'gall took away all the members of the Shadow Council and Stormravener clans. After arriving at the Hinterlands, they sailed into the Endless Sea and headed south."