Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Saar, do you feel...the chiefs are hiding something from us?"

Riding on the Mercedes-Benz War Wolf, Dranosh carrying a weird black battle axe suddenly said to Thrall:

"Chief Kagas almost said that just now, but he was stopped by the Chief Chief..."

"I can feel."

The young warlord who was riding behind the huge Frostwolf Snow Song looked at the retreating night scene around him. He nodded: "They have become mysterious since 1 month ago, and neither is Drek'tar Elder Willing to say those things to me, it seems very serious."

"Well, the old men are nagging."

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

"They are older, and their courage has become smaller. Maybe they were scared by the undead."

"Shut up! Garrosh!"

Dranosh scolded:

"No one will be scared by the undead! We are not afraid of them."

"But don't forget, the two of us add up, not enough for your dad to fight with one hand!"

Garrosh, like a deliberate provocation, said to Dranosh:

"Sovereign Warlock thought that the mask could hide his face, but he forgot, even after his death, the tone of his speech was full of the habits of the Saurfang family, and it was exactly the same as the voice of Warlord Brox. ."

"That's not my father!"

Dranosh gritted his teeth and retorted: "He... he just has the shell of his father, and the inner is no longer the tribe warrior of that year."

"But he let us both go, don't be stupid, Delanos."

Garrosh sighed and touched the scar left on his cheek. The militant orc warrior remembered the fiasco in Lordaeron that day, and he felt a little lost in his heart.

"He stunned us two, threw them in the wilderness, and left the axe to you... he cares about you, even if the dead man can't say this directly, but he is still your father, regardless of him What became."

Dranosh stopped talking. This young orc was in this silent gesture when he returned from Northern Xinjiang. Anyone could see something hidden in his heart, but unfortunately, his uncle Brocks. Saloufa Warlord Warrior is now at War in the Stonetalon Mountains, and has no time to return to Orgrim to appease Dranosh's mind.

"He is not my father!"

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

"I will beat him... I swear!"

"Okay, don't talk about it."

Thrall looked back at the more than 1400 orc warriors behind Mercedes. These fighters were all reserve soldiers in Orgrim City. After Thrall told them to go to fight Centaurs and ogres, all the idle warriors Enthusiastically participated in the war, but when Thrall said he was going to help humans, the original bustling soldiers left only the last more than 1,000 people. These are the young generations who grew up in the world of Draenor, and have not experienced much humanity. War with the orcs.

"Alas, hatred...how to eliminate it."

Thrall looked at the junction of Durotar and the Barrens in the distance. From there, they would enter the Barrens, join the Tauren warriors waiting there, and take out the back road of the Centaur from behind.

After Thrall and the orc warriors crossed the Chishui River, hundreds of troll warriors riding on velociraptors also joined them on the riverside, and the leader was the young chief of the Darkspear Clan, Vol'jin. Help a member of the youth circle.

"Hey, Thrall, we can only make up 2,000 people. It is said that the centaur and the ogres add up to 10,000 people."

Woking rides a red velociraptor decorated with feathers and bones. He carries a large gyroscopic knife and his wooden spear, shouting with the exaggeration that a troll should have:

"Just like a few people, not to mention supporting those human beings...we are difficult to protect ourselves."

"Bain has received the news, don't be afraid, timid Woking."

Garrosh responded loudly:

"He and the Tauren warriors in the Taurazu camp have rushed to the Dustwallow Marsh. The Chieftain has given us the power to mobilize the orc army at the crossroads. Those barbarian centaurs are dead tonight! I want to take their horses The tail makes a bow for me!"

"A bow made by the centaur's tail?"

Wo Jin stunned for a moment, and he said to himself, tilting his head:

"Can that thing work?"

"Hey, don't be stunned, come on! Let's fight!"

In the roar of the young orcs and trolls, the first human alien reinforcements on another continent set off.

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"Aha!"

On the battlefield under the night, a creature with a huge body like a semi-giant grasped the heavy and thick hands with the wooden totem engraved with ancient admonishments and historical murals. In a thunderous roar, this weapon is more terrifying than the warhammer. Slammed **** the chest of the Centaur Barbarian who rushed towards him.

The half-man and half-horse monster was like being hit by a siege hammer in the face. In the frightened screams and wailing sounds, this guy flew out several meters away, and smashed heavily on the blood and bones. On the ground.

This inhuman power widened the eyes of the human soldiers holding muskets around the half-giant. When did these human soldiers who grew up on the Arathi Highlands have seen this horrific offensive? The adult centaur can weigh hundreds of kilograms, but even this weight is smashed by this powerful warrior with a rough wooden totem. This... even the barbaric ogres are not so scary Brute force?

"Fire! Fire! What are you still doing? Stupid!"

The bloodied Arathi Sword Knight rushed to the position, waved his whip and hit a whip in the air, frightening the dull soldiers to immediately aim at the Centaur barbarians on the battlefield, and then pulled the trigger.

"Bang, bang, bang"

The roaring hot projectile roared in the air. In this short-range shooting, even the old-fashioned muskets can exert a better lethality than bows and arrows. In the smoke-filled battlefield, the original Centaurs 'S charge is rapidly defeating, but not because the firepower of the human defender has suddenly increased, but because there are some strange "helpers" on the human side.

Tauren...Kalimdor's protozoa, with a cow's head, a human body, a recurve hoof and tail, a brutal warrior with incredible strength.

The 400 Tauren warriors at the Tauráz camp reached the battlefield 20 minutes ago, although at the beginning, under the Centaur's offensive offensive, the already difficult human defenders thought that these unseen monsters It's a Centaur's helper, but after the Tauren shouted and attacked the Centaur's position from behind, the general on the human side realized...

Although these Centaurs are like Centaurs, they are indeed the enemies of Centaurs...and the enemies of the enemies are not friends?

"Hey, you! Big man! It's you, half cow, come here! Come here!"

The servant of the royal family of Stromgard, the temporary front-line commander Ashyup, stood by a burnt transporter. He shouted to a tauren resting in the position:

"Come here! Don't be stupid, come here to help!"

"Uh?"

Bain Bloodhoof flicked his tail suspiciously. He covered the wound on his arm and stood up, walking towards Grey Jop. This thick, young adult Tauren Chief looked at the broken car under his feet in doubt. Those mechanical parts that he did not know, and then looked at the gray and gray Yopp, he said in a thick voice unique to Tauren:

"I...not half bull, we are...Hashulu, you can call us tauren, my name is...Bain!"

"Oh?"

Gray Jopp grabbed a heavy bullet chain without lifting his head, and said casually:

"Okay, Bain, right? Your lingua franca speaks well. Come, take your hand and lift the steam gun."

Bain, a young adult, is undoubtedly a strong and qualified Tauren warrior, but he has not dealt with humans. In fact, except for some Tauren pirates, few Tauren will actively step out of their gathering Area, this is a group of peaceful races with powerful powers but unmatched.

"Click"

Baine grabbed the handle of the black steam rifle with one hand and the other with the handle of the heavy rifle. In the wonder of Grey Joop and several engineering masters, this required 3 adults The heavy engineering weapon that could be lifted up was caught by Baine alone.

The tauren looked at the cumbersome and complicated, black, assembled with countless parts, weapons shining in the cold light, his tail flicked, and showed a simple smile towards the few people in front of him:

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

"Mr. Gray Joop..."

The dwarf engineer who was responsible for assembling the steam gun was suddenly patted on Grayyop's arm. He looked at the tauren who lifted the heavy firearm with his hands. He whispered:

"I suddenly had a less mature idea..."

After a moment, Baine stood nervously in front of the human position. He wore an unsuitable helmet on his head, wearing a heavy armor, and still holding the heavy steam in his hands. The continuous shooting gun, several engineering craftsmen, are busy checking the preparations before the firearms are launched.

This thing is a weapon developed by the royal engineers before the demise of the empire. It mimics the seized dark blade armament, but uses a completely different design idea, powered by a powerful steam engine, and launches with great penetration. The ammunition has a faster rate of fire than the dark-blade continuous fire rifle, but it is also heavier and can only be fired on a special machine gun mount or in a moving vehicle.

"Wait, are you sure this thing is safe?"

Baine 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 weapon prepared for you half-giants...well, look back, lad, aim at those centaurs... 3, 2, 1 ...Fire!"

"Boom, boom, boom, boom"

The heavy body of the heavy gun in Baine's body suddenly burst out with several strands of white gas. With the start of the steam engine in the gun body, this silly **** thing was like a awakening beast, roaring from the gun A burst of light like Mars burst into the mouth.

The sudden impact caused Bain to take two steps back subconsciously, but the young Tauren immediately straightened his body. Under the roar of the dwarf engineer, he began to awkwardly aim his muzzle at the centaurs who were too late to dodge .

The tauren and the centaur are the real feuds, especially the blood-hooved tauren of Mulgore. They were living in a desolate place, but they were driven out of their ancestral land by the united centaur tribe a few years ago. It was almost wiped out by a huge number of barbarians. If it wasn’t for the orc’s army that was digging ore in the Desolate Land at the time and helped when they saw the tauren under siege, there would be no blood hoof tauren now. Of existence.

Bain had personally experienced the war between the Tauren and the Centaur. This peaceful Tauren had a hatred engraved on the Centaur. When the Centaur attacked humans, the Tauren was the first to come to support it, although They and humans are not allies, but if you can see the destruction of the Centaurs, then the tauren is even willing to ally with demons!

And now, in this icy night, Bain is holding the most advanced weapon of the human empire, in the roar of the steam engine, in the bullet storm composed of hundreds of puncture bullets per second and Ge Guangbo, in his own In the trembling of his arms, and in the frantic beating of the brass cartridge case, Baine saw the ugly centaurs one by one being broken by arms with arms in his hands.

In the flesh and blood that made the entire battlefield silent, the young tauren felt incomparable pleasure. He roared like an avenger, more and more skillfully carrying the heavy steam gun in his hand, in the shaking of the tail He stepped out of the defense step by step, just like the terminator of a half-cow in a different world. Every step forward was accompanied by the death of dozens of centaurs.

"Click"

The low sound of the last shot of the firing pin made Bain wake up from the crazy catharsis. He lowered his head and looked at the fired rifle stopped in his hand. He looked back at the dwarf engineer in doubt. The writer struggled to carry a heavy bullet box, and taught Baine to replace it with a new one.

Behind him, Grey Jop was shouting loudly to the dull tauren soldiers:

"You guys! Hey cows! Don't be stupid, come here, there are more than a dozen steam guns here, come here! Holy light is on, we finally found the correct way to use this heavy stuff."

After more than ten minutes, the long-awaited coalition of orcs and trolls only had time to form a hunting formation on the periphery, rounding up the Centaur Barbarians who were on the verge of collapse in the shooting of the bullet storm. The courageous and ambitious Lord Kokal Khan, who had shot with three steam guns, turned into a pile of disgusting mosaics.

Seeing the new friends riding the war wolves, the tired Bain stood up and waved at them, and the black firearms behind his back with a strap, the pure young Tauren confronted Thrall and Gal. Rush said:

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

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