Stormwind God

Lordaeron ... soon hit the muzzle.

Seriously, it was not their fault. If the good deeds of Du were done, their raid would be no problem.

The mistake was wrong. They appeared in the wrong place at the wrong time, and met a group of wrong characters.

If they come a few days earlier, they will just run into Grim Batol's emptiness. At that time there was only one Zuluhed, the patriarch of the Dragonmaw clan. Later, when the tribe is adjusted, there will not be so many great gods.

But that's what happened to Lordaeron's face.

At this point in time, the entire tribe, except for the Red and Maim brothers who were sent to hunt Gul'dan, and Grom * Hellscream who was also hunted in the Tirisfal Glades. The tribe has a large vote of chiefs at the meeting.

Correct! It was here in Grim Batol.

Just yesterday, the chief warrior Orgrim, who had retrieved a life, arranged the war arrangements in Arathi Highlands, left his deputy Sabek, and then a large number of chiefs came to the meeting and it was a secret meeting.

Orgrim.

Kilrogg * dead eyes.

Zuluhed.

Kasdrak.

Lexar.

Kargath * Blade Fist.

There are also a bunch of chiefs of the second line clan.

Because it is a secret meeting, of course, it will not be fanatical.

When Grim Batol was attacked, Orgrim's brown-red face almost turned into his compatriot's face—it turned green.

Beheading! ?

Duke put too much pressure on Orgrim. Without knowing that Duke was in trouble, Orgrim almost immediately thought it was Duke's plan.

For a moment, Orgrim almost collapsed, but the chief warrior was the chief warrior. After sending some ordinary elite soldiers to test, he immediately made plans.

Orgrim, sitting on the chief, without sorrow and joy, asked calmly: "Is the human portal still open?"

"Yes!" Zuluhed replied.

"Cargas, you take your man and Lexar and block the portal."

"Understand." Cargas, who had a broken arm, lifted the blade attached to the broken arm, exposing a cruel bloodthirsty smiley face.

"Zulushid, let Nekrus hide."

"Yes."

"Others, follow me to the Alliance to cut a piece of meat." Saying, the burly body suddenly stood up, and everyone saw that Orgrim clenched the fierce [Death Hammer].

The Lordaerons were snored.

After all, this is not their place. Even if there is a map provided by the Bronzebeard dwarf, it is not an individual who can clearly distinguish the way in the **** battle.

Especially when the top wall of the main channel of the fortress suddenly collapsed, and then jumped down a large number of fierce men, in addition to those unlucky ghosts who were killed on the spot, the Lordaerons were aggressive.

The Alliance has been fighting the Horde for so long, and everyone knows it.

Everyone knows that the league depends on formation. The front infantry shield line opened, and the middle pikeman was paired with a large swordsman, a rear line mage and an archer, and a priest responded.

Can grind energy consumption, teach orcs to be human in minutes.

The Horde side is strong in individual soldiers. Once in a melee, it is not a problem for an orc to kill ten human infantry.

The tribe's attack this time hit the 7-inch league.

The Shattered Palm clan fighters, almost coming from the air, suddenly cut off the alliance formation. Blocked directly near the entrance of the Alliance portal.

In a face-to-face meeting, more than twenty priests were killed immediately. The sharp blade attached to his arm caused the Light Church to suffer the worst losses since the war began.

There are a limited number of people who can pass through the portal. These priests casually release one who is a regional bishop. Their death is definitely a big loss for the league.

What's more, the battle-injury-recovery-re-fighting alliance has been broken, and the psychological impact on the soldiers of the alliance is absolutely huge. Think about it, there are these grandmothers and grandpas in here, as long as you have a breath, you might be able to save them. Without them, serious injuries are death. How can this psychological pressure be the same?

As far away as Dalaran, Terenas sitting on the terrace looked pale.

"Master Trouble persists for a while, I'm afraid we will send reinforcements."

It is impossible for such a large operation to have no preliminary plan. That was of course Uther's silver hand.

Almost at the moment when the channel was closed, Uther had taken the lead to rush forward, and Tirion Fording behind him also rushed forward with a clenched hammer, beside them, fifty paladins of the silver hand.

However, they rushed forward to find that the battlefield was still too narrow.

As the gate of a fortress, the main channel 50 meters wide must not be narrow. But for a battlefield, it is undoubtedly the level of the intestine. The two sides fought close to the door near the portal.

The league suffered a big loss this time.

No one dares to bomb magic over the portal, because it will affect the stability of the portal. Only rely on hand-to-hand combat and bow and arrow.

In the usual melee, would the murderers of the Shattered Palm clan be afraid of this?

Kargas headed towards Uther.

Lexus shook Tirion.

The two sides are equally divided.

It looks deadlocked here, but the problem is big.

The interruption of the back road itself affects morale. When Orgrim came over with a screaming chief, Abidis and Saidan's faces turned blue. They never expected that the tribe could fight the most, almost all here.

The founders of the later Scarlet Crusades barely carried the chiefs of the four second-line clans. But Orgrim, who couldn't stop sneer, took a big vote of the most powerful chieftain in a massacre!

The most grave shield is the sword, and the most feared is the heavy weapon.

When an Orgrim who had smashed a hundred pounds of sledgehammer into a toy appeared, the soldiers in the alliance discovered for the first time that they could also become part of a rider—well, those soldiers who had been hit.

A hammer swept across the circle, at least five or six of the league's elite were blown away, or their hands and feet were broken, or their bodies were twisted. Only the invincible Paladin can survive with a hammer. In this case, when the Paladins, who looked like big golden eggs, were hit by flying, they also hit many colleagues like bowling.

[Destruction Hammer], which is covered with human flesh and bones, is full of fierce vigor. At this moment, everyone will think that this horrible hammer is an artifact!

The alliance failed, and Lordaeron's elite soldiers decreased almost at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

"No--" General Abidis was smashed. He was almost crazy.

You know, all his deadliest men are dead! Many old people have followed him for at least five years. But now it's mowing like a sickle on the ground!

He didn't know what was going on, anyway, this time Lordaeron really hit the muzzle. (To be continued.)