Stratholme God

Chapter 503 Advance and retreat in an orderly manner
It's very funny, Uther, who is holding the door panel artifact [Yanni's Ashes (Ashbringer)], has become the last one to complete the kill. If you change someone, you might feel ashamed.

Who is Lao Wu?
The contemporary chief paladin, neither proud nor discouraged in victory.

The point is, McDonnell had already ordered him to take it easy.

relative!The important task of resisting Archimedes is entrusted to you.

Unless he received a signal from McDonnell, Old Wu would still keep beating him, but he saw that other houses were settled, and he didn't even send bone cannon fodder from a distance, so Old Wu made a little effort to give this doomsday guard boss Make up the last sword.

When Kazroga's huge body fell heavily, even stopping his convulsions, cheers rang out from the alliance position on the mountainside and the night elf defense line on a higher level.

"Long Live the Alliance!"

"Long live the Kaldorei!"

Different race, different language, same excitement.

Most of the coalition forces were extremely excited, but Thrall, who was commanding the remnants to evacuate towards the back mountain, felt a bit lonely after hearing this.

The same fierce battle, but the honor has nothing to do with the tribe.

Wojin came over and patted Thrall on the shoulder: "The alliance is lucky this time. If their large forces face Archimonde, they will not do better than us."

"Yes... right!" Vol'jin's comfort made Thrall feel better.

It is a good thing to win a battle, but it is embarrassing to be short of someone!
On the other hand, since the start of the blocking war, the night elves have paid too much.No one knows the strength of these three bosses better than them.

Even the huge mountain giant couldn't walk in front of these three vicious bosses for three rounds and was about to be blown up.

The seemingly invincible three great demons fell in the hands of the little alliance hero.The process seems to be thrilling, and anyone with a discerning eye can see that the league is playing smoothly and with ease.

This is what convinces the dark elves the most.

A snow-white owl flew towards MacDonald, and stopped on a treetop not far away, and the half-body phantom of Tyrande was projected in its two amber-like eyes.

"Wonderful battle, congratulations to the alliance."

McDonald smiled and corrected: "Congratulations to our temporary alliance."

"Next..."

"The alliance is about to withdraw."

"Uh?"

"If our intelligence is correct, Archimonde will soon become angry and go directly to the field. I think ordinary soldiers can evacuate."

"But..." Tyrande was a little embarrassed.The Alliance did report the situation of the Burning Legion early in the morning.The problem is that intelligence belongs to intelligence. Who can guarantee that the incoming Burning Legion will only have these four generals besides Mengde?

"This has nothing to do with will and courage, it's simply that they are not suitable." McDonald emphasized: "Don't forget, according to intelligence, Archimonde has the ability to capture the soul of the victim and turn it into a lethal skill. Any The sacrifice of a strong person at the captain level is likely to become the enemy's weapons and ammunition."

McDonnell bit his words hard, reminding Tyrande as much as possible.

He could see that Tyrande was unwilling.

'What if, conventional force can consume a wave of Archimonde? '

Tyrande bit her lip: "What if Archimonde chooses to continue using miscellaneous soldiers to consume the strength of our strong men?"

"Okay!" McDonnell raised his hands and made a gesture of surrender: "Everyone makes a concession, and I will let the soldiers of the alliance make a mobile arrangement. If it is a miscellaneous soldier, we will continue to fight. Once we see Ake Mond strikes, we evacuate immediately."

McDonnell did not stand up to Tyrande, which undoubtedly made her face much better.

After finishing the communication, Tyrande watched the Alliance troops again, and she couldn't help laughing.

The alliance said it would not withdraw: but all the infantry of the alliance got into the carriage and ran away, leaving only a large pile of metal chariots here.

It is not enough to say that the alliance has completely run away.The night elves had just witnessed these terrifying metal chariots, smashing the horde of corpses from the Scourge with powerful artillery.

It's just that this posture, no matter how you look at it, is ready to run away!
A large number of large-caliber 155mm guns were directly towed away.There are only 105mm howitzers and cannons left, and the key point is to add a prefix [self-propelled] in front of these artillery pieces!
Traditional artillery is pulled by trucks or horses. Self-propelled artillery is the chassis for tanks, and a giant turret is added to it.

The 5mm inferior steel plate on the turret can't stop even a large-caliber machine gun in minutes.

Whether it is blowing or blackening, the metal javelin thrown by the troll can penetrate it.

This stuff is all about mobility.

The real good steel is used to make tanks and warships, and the cannons can run on their own. If you ask for more, you can only find horses to pull the cannons.

The tank cats are inside the tank fortress facing forward, and the long tank tunnel behind is the best escape route.

The corners of Tyrande's eyes twitched at this sight—could you believe that your alliance is really ready to run after killing the big demon?

For the sake of the future of Azeroth, what is the end of the resistance?

Tyrande was a little aggrieved, but unable to attack.

After all, the alliance has worked hard according to the agreement, and it has done what it says.

No one can complain about temporary allies doing this, but this kind of life-saving play always feels too cowardly!
She doesn't have a deep understanding of the alliance, and after a long time, she will know: what kind of boss there is, and what kind of soldier there is.

However, the next scene left Tyrande completely speechless——

Archmond... here we come!
The loud and murderous voice echoed throughout Mount Hyjal!
"Small mortals! Your resistance is meaningless!"

"Your soul will be zeroed forever!"

"Everything will be swallowed!"

"I am the end of everything—"

The domineering roar announced the appearance of Acmond, one of the three giants of the Burning Legion.

Just when Mengde roared the first syllable, all the tanks and self-propelled artillery drivers of the alliance who had completed the engine warm-up early reversed in unison.

There was a sound of creaking tracks, Mengde was still at the foot of the mountain, at least ten kilometers away from the position on the mountainside, and the tank team of the alliance left the field one by one.

If the alliance says that there is no retreat plan, then it is a lie!

The road to the back mountain allows at most two tanks to run side by side. If it is not arranged early in the morning, there will definitely be a traffic jam in place.

Seeing the big Arabic numerals on the car, no matter how stupid Tyrande was, he knew what was going on.

The tank soldiers also sang while driving.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, I'm number one in a strategic retreat. Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, I can eat chicken until the end!"

Then what is "Leave the demon god to the hero, and the miscellaneous soldiers to us!"

These songs with a clear division of labor caused the night elves a headache.

Anyway, Archimonde walked up with big strides, 30 meters at a time. Before he arrived, the alliance position was completely evacuated, not even the shell casings were left.

"Ah..." Shandris was a little dumbfounded.

Tyrande suddenly discovered that his third formation had also lost its meaning.

(End of this chapter)