Stratholme God

Chapter 482 Prestige Theory

Thrall's wyvern was dead, the loyal steed gliding down into a small pool of water with the last of its strength after a fatal attack from the doomguard, before he would fall to his death.

Fortunately, this place is near the large army, and a group of chiefs' personal guards came up to cover their chief.

It was destined to be a long and bad escape.

Orcs like chaotic warfare the most. Because they are stronger individuals, this kind of loose combat method once gained the upper hand in the war with the old-style Lordaeron Alliance.

When the enemy's individual is stronger, the orcs will stop eating.

You can often see a group of orcs who are not afraid of death screaming, holding an ax and rushing forward, and then the doom guard's beheading sword sweeps across, and the world is quiet.

If there were not a large number of trolls covering the orcs with powerful spears, it is impossible for any low-level doom guard to cause triple-digit damage to the orcs.

The only good thing is that there are more strong people on the tribe side.

Thrall, Reckless Roar, Vol'jin, Durotan, Varok*Saurfang, Rexxar...

These strong men with explosive force, they fight back from time to time, barely making up for the difference in combat power between the two sides.

Thrall rode a war wolf, marching forward in the blood-flowing wilderness, the temporary hammer that replaced [Doomhammer] in his hand dripped down with the same color, behind him was a sea of ​​flames, and the strange green flames engulfed Durotar The wilderness is shining brightly.

Pain was written all over the young chief's face.

"Warchief, the Ferry of the Fury River has arrived!" Varok shouted.

The River of Rage separates Durotar from the Barrens, and it is one of the few places where the water is so gentle that it can just flow across.

Once, this was just an inconspicuous river beach, but now it has become a temporary base for the alliance.

Behind the not so tall mounds on the other side of the river, there are T-34 tanks hidden.

Occasional reflections in the sun, one can glimpse the dark gun barrels facing the east bank of the river.

This is the luster of Deathbringer!

The alliance is worthy of being the legendary infrastructure madman, and they have already built a large number of fortifications at the ferry in about half a month.

In addition to those tank bunkers, there are also a large number of concrete bunkers, as well as the city walls against the ferry.

Thrall's heart twitched, and his first reaction was: If the Alliance turns its back on the spot, what will the Horde do?
But it didn't!

The human troops at the ferry opened the original antler-style fence and opened the ferry to its maximum.

The sharp-eyed Rexxar pointed with a big hand: "Look! It's Uther!"

The paladin on duty was standing on a platform by the ferry. He was tall and straight, like a flagpole planted by the side of the road. He scanned the orcs, trolls, and the Burning Legion further back with his sharp eyes. .

"Our people have already started crossing the river." Varok reminded Thrall in a low voice.

Thrall stood 200 meters away with his entourage, quietly watching the orc refugees enter the riverside defense line under the guidance, or rather, driving, of the alliance soldiers.

If it weren't for the fact that the human dragons were receding and stretching to the end of the barren horizon, Thrall would have felt that this was a trap that swallowed the lives of orcs and trolls.

Seeing that there were not many orcs behind, Varok urged nervously: "Great Chief, we will be the last remaining troops soon."

"I see." Thrall rode a wolf and slowly approached the ferry.

Not long after, he met Uther's eyes.

Uther said first: "Let's go! Great chief of the tribe!"

"We need us..." Thrall had good intentions, but was interrupted by Lao Wu.

"The alliance has no habit of joining hands with the tribe. Next is the war of the alliance soldiers."

The alliance keeps its word!
Sal was both happy and sad.

When did the lives of the tribal people fall to the point of being protected by the soldiers of the alliance?
The cruel reality was before us again. Without the alliance troops who used their troops rigorously and had well-founded advances and retreats, these tribal people might be chased all the way to Thunder Bluff.

Biting his lip hard, Thrall finally choked out a "thank you" in common language, and then led the person away without looking back.

The Horde's mess was so big that Thrall felt hopeless just thinking about it.

With the sudden destruction of the city and the loss of a lot of luggage, Thrall really didn't know how to support the more than [-] people in his hands.

As the name suggests, the barren land definitely cannot support so many people.

"We can only go to Thunder Bluff first." Thrall looked to the west in confusion.

It's really ironic, I thought that Niu Niu was accepted as a younger brother, but who would have thought that Niu Niu who came to the tribe to hug his thigh would become a thigh.

But before going to Thunder Bluff, there are more practical problems to deal with - gathering the remnants of the army, and then collecting enough food to allow the large army to pass through the barren land.

The alliance is not counting on it. If people don't take advantage of the fire and rob, the tribe will burn the incense.

The muscles in Thrall's face twitched.

On the other side, Union tank units opened fire.

Artillery is ineffective against the real strong, but it is still effective against ordinary demons.

Once the 85mm tank gun hits the middle and low-level demons, it will immediately be a bloodbath.

There was a low-level doomsday guard whose face was covered by shells, and the parts above the waist and abdomen were gone on the spot.

The powerful impact and the shock wave of the explosion easily blasted the ferocious head and shoulders of the doomsday guard into crimson minced meat, and sputtered a 10-meter-long cone backward.

This is an example!

Most of the doomsday guards have reactions that extraordinary people can imagine. When they use their wings or a three-meter-long beheading sword to protect their vitals, keep jumping left and right and continue to charge, the hit rate of the shells immediately becomes metaphysics.

Injured but not dead is the most frequent situation.

To be honest, the alliance bosses have always had differences in their attitude towards the Horde.

Old Mograine, Abedis, Magni* Bronzebeard and other bigwigs insisted on making troubles and doing greenskins a shot.It was entirely because of McDonald's willingness to resist all opinions that he reluctantly suppressed it and asked Lao Wu to notify the tribe to take refuge.

What now?
Seeing that Orgrimmar was trampled by Mengde, and the energy of lava was extracted to make the Burning Legion's forward base, and seeing 10,000+ tribes being killed by demons and bones, the hearts of the alliance bosses are at ease. .

Even the upright Bolvar showed a happy expression the moment he saw Orgrimmar being destroyed.

Let you tear down my Stormwind City!
These guys are usually kings, regents, etc., and they all put on a majestic face, but now one or two of them are secretly happy.

"The commander-in-chief is still wise!" Magni's beard twitched endlessly, and he smiled from ear to ear, and this guy directly held the wine glass.

How about some fireworks and firecrackers? If you say that Ironforge is celebrating the New Year, everyone will believe it.

Victory is the best way to eliminate contradictions!
Similarly, such things as prestige are accumulated by repeated successes.

(End of this chapter)