Stormwind God

On the other hand, the side of the tribe is destined to mourn.

In order to combat the morale of the orcs, the Alliance took the chance to broadcast the magical images to the tribe.

In the cursed land, originally because they could not attack, they were trapped in the cursed land, and the morale of the tribe's main force was not high. At this moment, the road was intercepted, and after learning that the chief warrior had been defeated, panic spread throughout the tribal camp.

"No! This must be a conspiracy of the alliance! The alliance falsified us and made a fake image to fool us!" Those former shamans, now the orc warlocks are running around, inspiring morale.

It's a pity that there is almost no effect.

Quite simply, the main force of the tribe this time is the core of the blood ring clan and the broken palm clan of Cargas * Bladefist.

These two clans returning from the battlefield of killing are tied for first place in the tribe. Even the first-class clan Thor, Thunderblade, Laughing Skull, Redrunner, and Bonechew are not comparable to these two clan.

Both the quality of individual soldiers and group battles have fallen by more than one level.

While the clans of Thor were trying to find a sense of security from their fellows in Blood Ring and Broken Palms, they found that the orcs of these clans were more unbearable than them.

The war enthusiasts of the Shattered Palms clenched their heads and said nothing.

The **** clan's fierce warrior wept directly on his knees:

"Ancestral! That devil again!"

"Duke Marcus, you are not enough to kill the Blackhand Chief, you are not enough to defeat Orgrim Chief. Do you want to kill our third Chief?"

"It's over! It's over! We can't beat that Duke!"

The clan of thunder god, thunder blade, can dominate the king only after several acknowledged strongest clan is absent. After all, just two years have passed, and most of them have not forgotten how brilliant the former Blackstone and Warsong clan were.

At this time, according to word of mouth, I learned that Duke Marcus was the super-devil who defeated the Blackrock clan, drove the Warsong clan into the ravine, and killed two captains and captured them. Later, looking at Ner'zhul like a dead dog in the huge mirror, the morale of the orcs completely collapsed.

The news that the orcs were in chaos was quickly passed to Watchtower.

"Good opportunity! Let us defeat the Horde in one fell swoop! Let our" Lightning Tank Legion "take the lead!" Muradin * Bronze Beard danced excitedly, this little dwarf can not wait to reproduce the glory of the Scorching Canyon.

"Yes." This is the judgment that every qualified commander must have while killing the enemy, Anduin took the spot on the spot.

"Wait! You can't press them all. The Dark Portal is a bit dangerous." Duke called Lothar during the magical message.

"Dangerous? But fighter ... Duke, give me a reason to be convinced."

The fighter fleet was fleeting, and Andu couldn't afford to miss such a great opportunity. What if the Dark Portal recovered? As long as the elite who are trapped in the tribe can be re-created, it will definitely fight against the tribe's momentum.

Duke thought for a while, and gave a plausible reason: "Ner'zhul can remotely control the Dark Door, and I have not released his soul control. The magic contained in the Dark Door is too powerful. I'm afraid of danger. You can't All on. "

After all, it seems that magical communication has been interrupted by some kind of space, and communication is broken.

"What's going on?" Muradin asked.

"No big deal. Karazhan is on top of an unstable space crack. Magic messaging is often ineffective. We used to have Medivh, and we had to send someone directly to the door. Karazhan was the worst time in the past. We had to close the tower directly because of space fluctuations. It is not unusual for us to be unable to contact Karazhan for a year or two. "Anduin was telling the truth. Since he said so as the commander, everyone did n’t ask much. Already.

It was just that when they were about to attack, there was disagreement.

When everyone saw that Anduin was wearing a helmet and was about to go to war, they quit.

"Please, Lord Lothar, you are the commander! Now it is not the Battle of the Scorching Canyon. Both the front and the Central Front have collapsed. Where do you need the commander to play directly?" The mature General Haas stopped Lothar with a smile.

Turalyon also persuaded solemnly: "Even to defeat the enemy of chaos requires the commander to end in person, does it not seem that our generals are too incompetent?"

"Yes! Commander-in-Chief is enough for you, let us young people get some credit. Hahahaha!" Muradin, the dead dwarf, followed suit.

Anduin's face turned black: "You give me Muradin, others can think of themselves as young people. Muradin, you old **** is almost a hundred years old, so sorry to pretend to be tender with me."

Among the dwarves, Muradin was just a young man. He had no elders' consciousness. He remembered that he was a grandfather-like old man among human beings, and his head suddenly shrank: "Well, I admit it."

Seeing everyone ’s momentum, he wo n’t let himself end. Anduin had to follow the good example: "Turayan led a thousand cavalry to copy from the east bread, and Haas led a mountain hawk to copy from the west bread. Both sides were tentative attacks If the orcs are not messy, then don't rush. Muradin fire cover. "

Turalyon and Haas saluted at the same time: "Observe."

Only Muradin was so frustrated that his tank group's assault dream was temporarily lost.

Everywhere, the alliance counterattacked.

In Redridge Mountains, Reginald led Duke's personal corps to kill the fortress and launched an attack on the Blackfang Clan. Kill the black-handed brothers crying father.

Tirisfal Glades, Brill. During the fierce battle between Uther and Grom, Mograine led the army to launch a counterattack, vowing to destroy the Warsong clan here.

It is conceivable that shortly after, all fronts will report good news.

No one expected that Duke was in trouble.

Several Duke made Ner'zhul into dogs, but when he cleaned Ner'zhul, the mutation happened.

"No, no, I don't want to die! I don't want to die! You don't want to come over."

At this moment, even the two Paladins, Gavenlad and Tirion, looked scornful.

Turning over such a big chief, his pleasure and Lothar killed the black hand, Turalyon can't compare with the downfall of Orgrim.

"I don't want to die! I don't want to die!" Ner'zhul struggled, keeping his wounded body as far away as possible from the great demon head of Duke.

Duke sneered: "We won't kill you. I will only imprison you ..."

"No! I don't believe you, you devil who murdered a million orcs!" (To be continued.)