Stratholme God

   Chapter 1352 Trials belonging to little Anduin

   Coincidentally, there are three more teams like these sand sculptures.

   "The Fire Team of the Four Heavenly Kings, all five groups of [Pipe Organs] are ready." [Kidney deficiency at half-year-old] roared.

   For ordinary artillery, test firing is required.

   For sand sculpture players, there is a dotted line drawn by the system auxiliary shooting system in their field of vision. A cluster of parabolas was connected from the launch port of the rocket to the area where the target was located, and even the approximate scope of the explosion was marked.

   Test firing?

unnecessary!

The    picture is the thrill of a hit!

   is really not good, and it is acceptable to send N into the soul.

   "Three, two, one! Launch!" [Chu Jiayun] raised his hand, and immediately a hundred flames cut through the sky, falling to the tribe's military camp.

   "Boom!" Amidst the continuous fire and violent explosions, a large number of tents and temporary houses built with animal skins exploded in an instant, and some orcs who were still sleeping or were too hungry to move directly flew into the sky. Well, in the form of parts.

   Countless firemen were running and jumping in the military camp. Excited from a distance.

  Unfortunately, even the most excited Sand Dance has its moment of ending.

   After a while, the sound began to subside.

  【Bai Ye Jin Yiming】: "Please ask the reporter to interview the feelings of the people inside."

  【Special World】: "Walk very peacefully."

  【Uncle Eggshell】: "The deceased is emotionally stable."

  【No tentacles, no gentleman】: "Only lost vital signs, the rest is not serious"

  [Kazmodan] pinched his nose: "Good guy, they're all acquaintances! Well, in a physical sense!"

  The one stationed here is a small tribe of about a thousand people. Originally, the number was small, but it was very elite. Unfortunately, hunger has weakened their combat power.

   didn't have time to react, and there weren't enough sentinels, and these poor **** just gave it to a pot.

   It was like a microcosm of the whole action.

  When the first ray of sunshine in the morning swayed on the land west of the Hillsbrad Hills, the screams of the Alliance sounded all over the mountains.

   "Kill!"

   "Dry those greenskins!"

  Cough, in fact, because the orcs of the Iron Tribe did not drink demon blood, their skin was all 'healthy' reddish brown.

   But the inherent image of the orcs has been imprinted in the minds of the two generations of the Alliance, lingering.

   Orcs are green, trolls are green, goblins are green, even mantid are mostly green-skinned, and green has almost become the hostile color of the Alliance.

   Above the rolling hills, the Iron Horde's front was retreating at a speed visible to the naked eye, but it was still being chased by the highly mobile Alliance mechanized infantry.

   Alliance soldiers on tanks and armored vehicles 'bite' the trailing enemy with guns.

   When encountering those who were stubbornly resisting, they immediately greeted them with artillery, and the entire orc army, or a relatively solid orc fortress, immediately exploded, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

On the   Northern Front, with the support of artillery under the command of Mograine, more and more the tentacles of the Faceless were blown off and flew into the sky. The fire element army took advantage of the situation to cover up the past.

On the west front, in the direction of Silverpine Forest, the Scarlet Crusade tanks with unusually bright and fiery reds kept moving forward. A single, tank machine gun that didn't take care of the orcs delivered the fatal blow. The entire army is like a bulldozer, removing all the green dirt from the ground.

  Three-line encirclement, more than 200,000 Iron Horde soldiers were driven to the ruins of Dalaran.

   "Open the door!"

   "Open the door of darkness."

   "Let us go back ah ah ah!"

Hunger, pain, despair and other factors have tortured this once incomparably majestic and mighty elite division. How can they now have the domineering arrogance to kill all the native races and occupy the planet when they first set foot on the land of Azeroth. ?

   Now they are just a bunch of prodigal dogs.

   Waiting for them, there is also only a rubble.

  There is no door leading to another world, cutting off the way home...

  Some soldiers gave up their thoughts and slumped on the ground waiting to die. Others, shouting "Lok'Tar-ogar!", rushed towards the Union army, falling into the airtight web of machine guns and cannons.

   The place they occupied was compressed step by step, and soon, they gathered in a ruin of less than five square kilometers.

   "Fire!" The voice of the alliance leader showed no mercy.

  The tribal soldiers who were exposed to the powerful cross-fire were blown down in pieces. In the powerful explosion, no matter how brave the warriors were, they were only worthy of being turned into twisted lumps of flesh and stumps mixed together.

  Fortunately, this disgusting scene was completely destroyed by flames before it could be shown in front of the world.

   The earth-shattering screams and begging for mercy soon subsided, and the remains of the orcs were turned into carbonized debris.

   The opening of the gate of darkness draws all the vitality from the surrounding earth.

   Then they turned their lives into dust and fell down one after another, feeding back the earth.

  All levels of the alliance headquarters and bridges were full of cheers.

   "Long Live the Alliance!"

   "Kill all the orcs!"

   Hearing the continuous cheers, little Anduin next to McDonald also glowed red and was excited. Whether it is him or the other alliances, there is only one question left. Why did McDonald leave the orc army that invaded the east of Hillsbrad Hills alone and did not kill it, but had to come here to play the landing and cut it off?

   MacDonald pouted softly: "This is a rehearsal for the landing of the new Dark Portal of the Kul Tiras Iron Horde, and... I want the recruits to see blood."

   Although there was a cataclysm and troubles a while ago, soldiers who have never seen blood, no matter how much they train, they are still only recruits.

   The army of orcs that numbered hundreds of thousands and lost supplies was left behind by Macdonald.

  Those weak orcs were captured by large nets made of thick thumb steel cables in batches, and then pressed into the execution ground in batches.

   Every recruit must use the most primitive sword to send these invaders on the road.

   Little Anduin, who was taken to the execution ground by McDonald's, turned pale with fright. No, he had already vomited.

   This is too much stimulation for a small child.

   He looked at McDonald in shock, his eyes filled with puzzlement.

   "Are you weird?"

"Um."

   MacDonald pulled up a video, which was the first Dark Gate War, the slaughter of the village when the Horde attacked Elwynn Forest, and he described the past in a low voice:

"When the orcs were controlled by demons and slaughtered the previous generation of Stormmen, they had no mercy, no mercy, and even the elderly, women and children were not spared. And your grandfather, Your Majesty Ryan Wrynn, also died tragically at the hands of the orcs... …”

   (end of this chapter)