Anomaly Of Warcraft

Carrying the pot and throwing the pot are the skills of the inevitable Master after the socialization of the intelligent life form, and they are the innate talents and supernatural powers, and they will naturally happen without being taught by others.

No matter what success or failure is also the situation, isn't this nonsense? You have finished talking about success or failure, so it's still a question of right and wrong.

There are still some related sentence patterns. Yes, come out, come out, so-and-so, come out, you have the ability to support others, you come out to work, don't think you don't open the door, I know you are at home!

Backing the pot is to unite people's hearts, and throwing the pot is to hold back the form.

The world's fortune in the final analysis is just in a pot, but fighting for a bite in the pot.

When the roundabout orcs thought of the dilapidated city wall swept over, the world slowed down in the eyes of Anduin Lothar, and the chaotic and noisy voices ignored him. Only the orcs left and right feet slowed down. Slow motion replay with left foot.

After seeing the form clearly, Lothar even had time to explore philosophy and think about the art of backing the pot and throwing the pot.

His face was red and his ears were red, and it was a physiological phenomenon brought about by the rapid pressure of the heart and the blood on his head. Therefore, Lothar left the state of sage and returned to the battlefield of reality.

Gan, I'm carrying this pot!

"The Fourth Legion is ready to meet the enemy, shout, all the members of the Fourth Legion must gather!"

"Gavinrad, inform the Brotherhood of the Iron Horse, to withstand the orcs in the other direction."

"Give up the road, give up the horse racing track."

"Go to the material warehouse and dig out the crossbow artillery."

"Nervous, at least five minutes before the orcs rush over, line up!"

Lothar scolded the people around him loudly, and the ever-sophisticated Union Grand Marshal kept swearing swear words.

The effect is unexpectedly good.

The soldiers who had been shaken into dementia in the previous earthquake were reprimanded by Lothar, infected by the atmosphere, and gradually recovered...or they were forced back to God by the orcs.

The two orc armies, one on the left and one on the right, had been wounded and wounded in the previous battle. Now it is the orc army on the left wing that is attacking Lothar. From a rough calculation, the number is at least five thousand.

But it was true that there was an earthquake and also an earthquake. The anger of the earth destroyed the walls of human beings, and also dragged the orcs' footsteps. Originally a distance that could be reached by a charge, the orcs had to struggle across the scarred ground.

This gave Lothar time to turn the tide.

"Miscalculated."

Because of the order about half an hour ago, the generals of the alliance are trying their best to gather their subordinates and go out to attack.

That's right, the capable generals and the most elite soldiers have already set off.

What is lacking in the fortress is not soldiers, and full of TMD soldiers, what Lothar needs now is a general, a general who can prepare for battle.

Good luck, catching a slow-moving Gavinrad has exhausted Lothar's good luck today, and there will be no one to look at afterwards.

Worse...

These five thousand orcs alone wanted to capture the fortress, and they simply didn't look at me Anduin Lothar. But if another roundabout orc started to attack, the problem would be serious, and the morale that the Alliance had barely maintained might be about to collapse.

Lothar looked at the dilapidated city wall and the shattered perimeter offensive, and made up his mind.

"Can't defend in the camp."

Go out, you must go out!

In the face of natural disasters, everyone was equally stunned. The orcs only had the courage to attack when they saw the city wall collapsed, and the Alliance was also shocked by this huge incident. Simply talking about the strength of the paper, the two orcs who circumnavigate behind are just sending food.

The premise is that the Union soldiers did not collapse on their own.

"Isn't there any crack! Rush over and organize a line of defense! The officer leads the team, speed! Speed! The cavalry prepares in place and deploys for impact. The horse? If you can't find the horse, just go as an infantry!"

All the desperate Union soldiers hope to get orders from Lothar, get clear orders.

Before the earthquake happened, Lothar would reprimand them mercilessly.

But now, Lothar responded to everyone's expectations with a hoarse voice.

As a result, behind a half-man-wide seam about three hundred steps away from the collapsed city wall, the Alliance built a thin line of defense.

"Luck is on our side!"

Lothar stood on a pile of rubble and watched, then excited.

"Their attack direction is the ground where the volcanic ash settles, and now they can't rush. Lieutenant Junior Grade, organize a squadron to go there. Where the big stone is very obtrusive, the circle formation is stuck to the orcs, forcing them to detour. Captain, go to the quartermaster's office and find twenty barrels of kerosene."

Lothar calmly dealt with the trouble before him.

That's right, this orc army has gone from a huge threat to a huge trouble.

There are no heavy weapons, no cavalry units, or even impact speed. Coupled with the terrible ground conditions, as long as the Union soldiers are not frightened by the initial fear, all that remains is the problem of hacking and slashing.

Every minute, at least one squadron of soldiers resumed their organizational structure and was dispatched by Lothar, and the flesh and blood wall was gradually taking shape.

Five thousand orcs, speaking of it, crushed a large area, and it seemed like a matter of minutes to surround and divide the alliance forces that were rushing to fight. However, the fragmented ground pulled the orc's impact line like a serious radio wave map. The commander of the orc could not scare the Alliance, and took the initiative to slow down and gave the order to stop the assault.

This time, the commotion and confusion occurred on the orc side.

Can win!

Lothar ordered the guards to find his horse, ready to solve the immediate trouble.

But a guard quietly leaned in his ear and said a heart-warming word.

"Marshal, the orcs on Blackstone Mountain are down."

"Well done, don't mess around."

"clear."

If nothing happened, Lothar continued to give orders to consolidate the line of defense, and the idea of ​​taking the initiative had long since vanished.

Procrastinate, the longer you procrastinate, the better.

Now, the question is big.

There was no fight on the side where the wall was completely collapsed, but on the side of Gavinrad, where the fortifications were relatively intact.

Another group of orcs who went round and round took the initiative to launch an impact. According to intelligence, there are more and more sophisticated weapons and equipment.

"Hold on, Gavinrad."

While Anduin Lothar was worried, he was also thankful that at least the order to attack took effect. The tribal army led by Orgrim was dragged down, otherwise they were surrounded on all sides, except for everyone in the fortress today. There is no second end to death in battle.

"Marshal, the orcs have begun to advance."

It took more than half an hour for that roundabout army of orcs to finally get out of the not-so-bad array and start advancing. Lothar looked at the officer around him and sighed secretly.

"Let's go, give them a good look."

The grand marshal's heroic posture encouraged morale, and the order in the war fortress was gradually restored.

It's just the arrival of Reid Black Hand, which is still a secret deliberately hidden.

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