Traveling through World of Warcraft

The fire gave the tribe time to prepare. During this precious time, the goblins worked day and night and finally completed their carefully crafted cannon. These massive artillery pieces are designed to target enemy strongholds and fortifications, and their power will provide powerful support for the Horde's offensive.

Thrall stood high and watched the goblins transport the cannon to the appropriate position behind the position. The appearance of these cannons is rough and majestic, and the huge barrels exude a cold metallic luster. The goblins proudly display their creations, knowing full well that these cannons will play a key role in the battle.

The warriors of the tribe gathered around the cannon for final inspection and debugging. They carefully wiped the barrel to ensure that every detail was impeccable. Shamans cast blessing spells around the cannons, hoping to imbue the weapons with mystical powers.

With preparations complete, the morale of the tribe was at an all-time high. They felt the hard work and dedication of the goblins and understood the combat advantage these cannons would give them. The soldiers held their weapons tightly, with firm eyes, ready for the coming battle.

The fire gradually extinguished, and a tense atmosphere filled the battlefield. The warriors of the tribe knew that their fate would depend on the outcome of this battle. The cannon built by the goblins became a weapon in their hands, giving them hope of victory.

Standing behind the position, Leader Thrall looked at everything in front of him, his heart full of determination and courage. They believe that with the unity of the tribe and the wisdom of the goblins, they will be able to defeat any enemy and defend their homeland.

The footsteps of the Scourge Legion gradually approached, and the earth began to tremble. The warriors of the tribe waited nervously for the battle to begin. When the enemy came within range, Chief Thrall gave an order, and all the cannons were fired together, making a deafening roar.

The muzzle erupted with blazing flames and thick black smoke, and the huge shells cut through the sky like meteorites, speeding towards the Scourge's front line. Each cannonball contained huge power, and they smashed into the undead team with devastating impact.

In an instant, the entire battlefield fell into chaos and destruction. The shock wave generated by the explosion of the shell knocked the surrounding undead soldiers to the ground, and their corpses were torn into countless pieces and splashed everywhere. The remains and skeletons of the undead were flying in the air, like a feast of death.

The power of the cannonballs was beyond everyone's imagination. Wherever they went, the undead's fortifications were destroyed and their formations were disrupted. The warriors of the tribe witnessed this scene, and their hearts filled with great excitement and joy. They felt the power of their weapons and saw the hope of victory.

Under the indiscriminate bombardment of Horde artillery, the Scourge's front gradually collapsed. The undead soldiers fled in terror, trying to find cover, but there was nowhere to hide. The shells continued to fall, shattering their bodies and making them unable to form effective resistance.

The Horde's cannons made a deafening roar, and the shells streaked across the sky like meteors, landing accurately on the Scourge's position. In an instant, the entire battlefield was enveloped in flames and smoke, as if it was the end of the world.

Where the cannonball hit, a huge hole was blasted into the ground, and the surrounding undead soldiers were instantly torn into countless pieces. Wrecks and flesh and blood were scattered everywhere, forming a horrific scene. The bones of the undead piled up like mountains, exuding a disgusting putrid smell.

The powerful impact of the explosion caused the surrounding undead soldiers to be thrown to the ground. Their bodies were twisted and deformed by the impact, and they could no longer stand up. Some of the undead were directly penetrated by the shells, leaving a terrifying hole in their bodies, and black pus and blood spurted out.

The explosion of the cannonball triggered a chain reaction, and the surrounding undead soldiers were also affected. Their armor was ripped apart, their bones shattered, and their internal organs exposed. The entire Scourge ranks were thrown into chaos, as they fled in terror, trying to escape the terrifying power of the Horde's cannons.

Under the constant bombardment of Horde artillery, the morale of the Scourge completely collapsed. Their once proud numerical superiority became vulnerable to the powerful firepower of the Horde. The undead soldiers began to lose their will to fight, and their will to fight was destroyed by the tribe's cannons.

The warriors of the tribe saw this scene and their morale was greatly boosted. They shouted slogans of victory and took advantage of the situation to launch more violent attacks. They marched forward bravely, forcing the undead back, and regained their lost ground step by step.

The Horde's cannons dominated the battlefield, their roar and destructive power terrifying the Scourge. Each shelling means the death of a large number of undead, paving the way for the tribe's victory. Facing the powerful force of the Horde, the Scourge was doomed to fail.

On the battlefield, the leaders of the Alliance and the Horde stared intently at Archimonde in the distance. They were expecting to see the demon lord roar in rage or cast a devastating spell to turn the tide of the battle. However, Archimonde remained surprisingly quiet.

He stood there quietly, motionless, not even showing a trace of emotion. His eyes seemed to be watching everything on the battlefield, but he took no action. This unusual calmness made the leaders of the Alliance and Horde feel unspeakably uneasy.

They began to exchange glances, passing doubtful glances between each other. Is Archimonde planning some conspiracy? Or has he given up the fight and is preparing to retreat? This question kept swirling in their minds, but they couldn't find a definite answer.

Some leaders tried to find clues in Archimonde's posture. They carefully observed his every subtle movement, trying to decipher his intentions. But Archimonde's body language didn't reveal any useful information, and his silence made people feel more and more depressed.

In this tense atmosphere, the leaders of the Alliance and Horde realized that they could not be fooled by Archimonde's silence. They must remain alert and ready for possible changes. As a result, they ordered their troops to be on high alert in case Archimonde launched a sudden attack.

The atmosphere on the battlefield became increasingly tense, and everyone's heartstrings were tense, waiting for Archimonde's next move. And in this silence, a more intense battle seems to be brewing, waiting for the moment to break out.