Azeroth’s Death Track

Thal, do you feel...the chieftains are hiding something from us?

Dranosh, who was riding on a galloping wolf and carrying a strange black battle ax, suddenly said to Thrall:

Chief Kargath almost said that just now, but was stopped by the chief...

I can feel.

The young warlord riding behind the huge Frostwolf Snow Song looked at the rapidly receding night scene around him, and nodded: They have been becoming mysterious since a month ago, and Elder Drek'Thar has not Willing to say those things to me seemed serious.

Tch, the old men are just talking about it.

On the other side, Garrosh curled his lips in disdain:

They are getting older and less courageous, maybe they were frightened by the undead.

Shut up! Garrosh!

Dranosh scolded:

No one is frightened by the undead! We are not afraid of them.

But don't forget, the two of us together are not enough for your father to fight with one hand!

Garrosh said to Dranosh as if deliberately provocative:

Your Excellency Varok thought that mask could hide his face, but he forgot that even after his death, his tone of voice was full of the habits of the Saurfang family, almost exactly the same as the tone of the Brox Warlord .”

That's not my father!

Dranosh gritted his teeth and retorted: He...he just has the body of his father, and he is no longer the tribal warrior in the past.

But he spared us both, don't be a fool, Dranosh.

Garrosh sighed, and touched the scar left on his cheek. This warlike orc warrior recalled the disastrous defeat in Lordaeron that day, and he felt a little disappointed.

He knocked the two of us out, threw us into the wilderness, and left you the ax... He cared about you, even if the dead man couldn't say it directly, but he was still your father, no matter what what has become.

Dranosh stopped talking. This young orc has been silent since he came back from Northern Xinjiang. Everyone can see clearly that there are some things hidden in his heart, but unfortunately, his uncle Brox Saurfa The Warlord of Er is currently overseeing the battle in the Stonetalon Mountains, and he has no time to return to Orgrim to appease the soul of Dranosh.

He's not my father!

Ten seconds later, Dranosh turned his face away, like an angry child, muttering:

I'll beat him...I swear!

Okay, stop talking.

Thrall glanced back at the more than 1,400 orc warriors running behind him. These warriors were all reserve soldiers in Orgrim City. Actively participated in the battle, but when Thrall said that he wanted to help humans, only the last 1,000 soldiers were left in the bustling crowd. These are the young generation who grew up in the world of Draenor, and have not experienced much experience of humans. The war with the orcs.

Hey, hatred... how to eliminate it.

Thrall looked at the junction of Durotar and the Barrens in the distance with some headaches. They were going to enter the Barrens from there, join the tauren warriors waiting there, and together outflank the centaur's back route from behind.

And after Thrall and the orc warriors crossed the Redwater River, hundreds of troll warriors riding on velociraptors joined them on the riverside, and the leader was Vol'jin, the young chieftain of the Darkspear clan. Be part of a circle of young people who help out.

Hey, Thrall, we only have 2,000 people in total. It is said that those centaurs and ogres add up to almost 10,000 people.

Astride a red, feathered and bone-carved velociraptor, with a large gleaming swingblade and his own wooden spear, Vol'jin shouted with all the pomp of a troll:

There are only so few people, let alone supporting those humans... It is difficult for us to protect ourselves.

Bane has received the news, fear not, cowardly Vol'jin.

Garrosh responded aloud:

He and the tauren warriors from the Taurajo camp have already rushed to Dustwallow Marsh. The warchief also gave us the right to mobilize the orc army at the crossroads. Those barbarian centaurs are dead tonight! I want to take their horses Tail make me a bow!

A bow made of a centaur's tail?

Wojin froze for a moment, tilted his head and said to himself:

Can that thing work?

Hey, stop staring, come on! Let's fight!

Amidst the roars of the young orcs and trolls, the first foreign reinforcements of human beings on another continent set off just like that.

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Aha!

On the battlefield under the darkness of night, a creature as huge as a half-giant grasped a heavy and thick wooden totem engraved with ancient advice and historical murals in both hands. With a thunderous roar, this weapon was more terrifying than a warhammer. It slammed hard on the chest of a centaur barbarian who was rushing towards him.

The half-man, half-horse monster seemed to be hit head-on by a battering ram. Amidst the horrified screams and wailing, this guy flew upside down several meters away, and slammed into the ground full of blood and bones. on the earth.

This inhuman power caused the eyes of the human soldiers holding muskets around the half-giant to widen. When have these human soldiers who grew up on the Arathi Heights seen such a terrifying attack? An adult centaur can weigh hundreds of kilograms, but even with such a weight, it will be smashed away by this powerful warrior with a rough wooden totem. This...even those barbaric ogres are not so terrifying Brute force?

Fire! Fire! What are you still doing? You idiot!

The blood-stained Arathi Greatsword Knight rushed to the edge of the position, swung his whip and slapped it in the air, scaring the dull soldiers to immediately aim at the centaur barbarians on the battlefield, and then pulled the trigger.

Bang, bang, bang

The whistling hot bullets roared in the air. In this kind of short-distance shooting, even the old-fashioned muskets can exert better lethality than bows and arrows. On the battlefield filled with gunpowder, the centaurs who originally had the advantage The charge is rapidly being defeated, but it is not because of the sudden increase in firepower of the human defenders, but because of some weird helpers on the human side.

Tauren... Kalimdor's native creature, with a cow's head, a human body, recurved hooves and a tail, a savage warrior with amazing brute force.

The 400 tauren warriors in the Taurazu camp arrived on the battlefield 20 minutes ago. Although at the beginning, under the attack of the centaur, the human defenders who had been struggling thought that these monsters they had never seen It is the helper of the centaur, but after the tauren shouted and attacked the centaur's position from behind, the general of the human side realized...

Although these centaurs are very similar to centaurs, they are indeed the enemies of the centaurs...and the enemy of the enemy is not the friend?

Hey, you! Big man! Half bull, it's you, come here! Come here!

Standing beside a burnt transport vehicle, Stormgard's royal aide, the temporary commander of the front line, Gray Yop, shouted to a tauren resting in the position:

Come here! Don't be stupid, come and help!

Well?

Baine Bloodhoof flicked his tail in doubt. He covered the wound on his arm, stood up, and walked towards Gray Yop. This simple and honest young tauren chieftain looked suspiciously at the scattered objects in the broken vehicle under his feet. Those mechanical parts he didn’t recognize, and then looked at Gray Yop with a black and gray face, he said in a thick voice unique to tauren:

I... am not a half-bull, we are... Hashuru, you can call us a tauren, my name is... Bain!

oh?

Gray Jopp grabbed a heavy chain of bullets without raising his head, and said casually:

Okay, Bane, right? You speak the Common Tongue well, come on, give me a hand, and lift this steam gun.

Bane, who just became an adult, is undoubtedly a powerful and qualified tauren warrior, but he has never dealt with humans. In fact, except for some tauren pirates, few tauren will take the initiative to step out of their gathering District, this is a group of peaceful races that possess great power but have nothing to contend with.

click

Bane grabbed the handle of the black steam-fired rifle with one hand, and the handle of the heavy rifle with the other hand. In the amazement of Gray Yop and several engineering craftsmen, this required three adults The heavy engineering weapon that can barely be lifted was grabbed by Bane alone.

The tauren looked at the complicated black weapon in his hand, which was assembled with countless parts and shone with cold light. He flicked his tail and showed a simple and honest smile towards the people in front of him:

Well, it's a little heavy...what's this thing for?

Mr Gray Jopp...

The dwarf engineer who was in charge of assembling the steam gun suddenly patted Gray Yop on the arm. He looked at the tauren who raised the heavy gun with both hands, and said in a low voice:

I suddenly had an immature idea...

A moment later, Bane stood in front of the human formation with a nervous expression on his face. He had an inappropriate helmet on his head and a pair of heavy armor on his body. In his hands, he was still holding the heavy steam The continuous firing guns, several engineering craftsmen, are busy checking the preparations before firing the guns.

This thing is a weapon developed by the royal engineers before the fall of the empire. It is modeled after the captured dark blade armament, but it adopts a completely different design idea, powered by a powerful steam engine, and the launch is extremely penetrating. The ammunition has a faster rate of fire than the dark blade's continuous fire rifle, but it is also heavier, and can only be fired on a special machine gun mount, or fired in a moving vehicle.

Wait, are you sure this thing is safe?

Bain looked back nervously at the dwarf behind him. The latter took out a bottle of wine, took a sip, and shouted to the tauren:

I don't know, but if it works, then this thing is definitely a natural weapon for you half giants... Well, turn around, boy, aim at those centaurs... 3, 2, 1 ...fire!

Boom, boom, boom, boom

The gun body of the heavy gun in Bane's hand suddenly burst out several wisps of white gas, and with the start of the steam engine in the gun body, this stupid, big, black and thick thing was like a waking monster, roaring from the gun body. Points of light like sparks shot out from the mouth.

The sudden impact made Bane take two steps back subconsciously, but the young tauren immediately stood up straight, and under the roar of the dwarf engineer, he began to clumsily aim his guns at the centaur barbarians who had no time to dodge .

The tauren and centaur are real feuds, especially the bloodhoof tauren of Mulgore. They originally lived in Desolace, but they were driven out of their ancestral land by the united centaur tribe a few years ago. They were almost exterminated by a large number of barbarians. If the orc legion hadn't been digging ore in Desolace and helped them when they saw the tauren being besieged, there would be no blood hoof tauren now. exists.

Bane has personally experienced the war between the tauren and the centaur. This peaceful tauren has deep-rooted hatred for the centaur. When the centaur attacked humans, the tauren was also the first to come to support, although They are not allies with humans, but if they can see the demise of the centaurs, the tauren are even willing to ally with the demons!

But now, in this icy night, Bane held the most advanced weapon of the human empire, amid the roar of the steam engine, in the bullet storm composed of hundreds of piercing bullets and Geguang bullets per second, in his own hands. Amidst the violent shaking of his arms, and the crazily beating of the brass shells, Bane saw those ugly centaurs being beaten into broken limbs flying all over the sky one by one by the weapon in his hand.

In the blood and flesh that made the entire battlefield silent, the young tauren felt extremely happy. He roared like an avenger, more and more skillfully holding the heavy steam gun in his hand, while shaking his tail , He stepped out of the line of defense step by step, like a centaur terminator in another world, every step forward was accompanied by the death of dozens of centaur barbarians.

click

The muffled sound of the firing pin emptying the last bullet woke Baine up from the mad vent. He lowered his head and looked at the rifle that had stopped firing in his hand. He looked back at the dwarf engineer in doubt, and then The latter ran over carrying a heavy bullet box with great difficulty, and taught Bain to replace it with a new bullet box.

Behind him, Gray Yop was shouting to the dull tauren warriors:

You guys! Hey, half bulls! Don't stand still, come here, there are more than a dozen steam guns here, come here! By the Holy Light, we have finally found the correct way to use this heavy thing.

After more than ten minutes, the coalition of orcs and trolls, who arrived late, only had time to form a hunting formation on the periphery, rounding up those centaur barbarians who were already on the verge of collapse under the bullet storm shooting, and when they set off The high-spirited and ambitious Lord Kokar Khan has been turned into a pile of disgusting mosaics under the combined fire of three steam guns.

Seeing the new friends galloping over on the wolf, Bain stood up tiredly, waving his hand towards them, and the black guns on his back with a strap on his back. Rush said:

Look, Thrall, the new weapon of human friends... Seriously, this thing is much more powerful than bows and arrows!