Stratholme God

   Chapter 445 Dangerous! Sal! Dangerous! (3 more)

   (Silver cute master givemepower plus 7/100)

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   Thrall's troops have just experienced two of their worst defeats.

The remnants of Warsong failed to cut wood, were hanged and beaten, and then drank the blood of demons. Not every Warsong orc is called Grom Hellscream. The physique varies greatly from person to person. After more than two months of continuous fighting, they have already let them Physical and mental exhaustion, physical strength, life and even soul are overdrawn.

   They survived entirely on one breath, and that breath was their chief, Grom.

  Grom is dead!

   It was equally tragic for the Frostwolf Orcs, saving Grom to face the night elves, and then being beaten by the abyss lord, half of the 2,000 riders were lost.

   Not to mention another group of powerful enemies, even if the night elf's partial master chased after them, they would have enough to drink a pot.

   In a sense, Thrall's rescue failed.

  Only by rescuing a group of Warsong Orcs can he get back some political bonus points, highlighting the kindness and wiseness of his great chief who never gave up on any of his subordinates.

   Of course, the battle flag of the Warsong clan that was recovered is very important.

   At this time, Thrall saw the dust rising high in the south.

   "Headchief, there is a situation!" Varok on the Wolf Warrior shouted loudly.

   Just glanced at the metal reflection in the dust, and saw the long barrel of the gun, and Thrall knew what it was.

   "Damn it! It's a human tank!" Thrall roared loudly: "Everyone listens and turns east. Go to the silt swamp northeast of the Barrens!"

  Other orcs don't know that, as Thrall who has worked in the human world for many years, he has seen the new tanks of human beings for a long time.

   That thick metal armor is not something that mortals can shake with ordinary cold weapons.

   He had secretly tried it for a long time. He couldn't cut through the armor of a tank with just his arm strength. Only with the unique [Rage] of a professional warrior, he could break it with the destructive power of tons.

   However, this is something that low-level warriors cannot do!

   With such a poor state of his troops, there is no chance of winning against the human tank army.

   "What's going on! What's going on!?" Thrall's eyes were a little scattered.

  Anti-tank This is a tribal problem!

   As long as the Iron Horde's razor-sharp heavy weapons are still around, that's fine.

they do not!

Today's orcs in the tribe are made up of the Frostwolf clan where Thrall belongs, plus Grom's Warsong clan as the core, and the former Warchief Orgrim ordered him to follow Grom to the thorns in Elwynn Forest. Part of the orcs of the valley.

   At that time, Grom only took away part of the dark iron armor, as well as some orc blacksmiths who mastered the craft of forging metal armor.

   Their armament is basically in the era of pure cold weapons, that is, on the city of Orgrimmar, they are equipped with some old-fashioned cannons that Derek Proudmoore gave to the orcs.

  Those cast iron cannons were too heavy. Thrall came here to save people, not to attack cities, so he didn't bring them at all.

   One of the few weapons that can fight tanks is a small amount of explosive packs made of [Dense Explosive Powder]. This is Thrall's hard work to steal from humans, and get it.

  This stuff is strictly controlled by McDonald's, but the production method is too simple. The high-level ores in Stratholme are all accompanied by [thick stones], and you only need to carefully grind them with a stone mill, then simply distill them, and then dry them in the sun.

   Of course, Durotar does not produce heavy stones, which makes most of the gunpowder in Thrall's hands inferior.

  Thinking of the next battle that is very likely to break out, Thrall sweated.

   Here, Rivendell, who was sitting on the tank, found the existence of the Thrall Wolf Troopers in the telescope, and he was extremely excited.

   said, according to the general policy, the Alliance should not be at war with the Horde at this time. In the eyes of the alliance bosses, Thrall, the new orc leader who took advantage of the natural disaster in Lordaeron, stole the Doomhammer in one fell swoop, and led the perfect transfer of the Frostwolf clan, was definitely a threat.

   is also just a threat.

   As the most loyal vassal around McDonald, Rivendell is absolutely aware of the importance his boss places on [Thrall].

   From time to time, I can hear McDonald's saying, "As long as Thrall is in the position of the warchief, the Alliance can't handle the Horde." Rivendell, who knows all this, can't hold back his mood.

   He told himself a long time ago, if there is a chance, kill Thrall. According to the information provided by the front line, he is absolutely sure that only 10,000 people will be used to suppress all the primitive and savage guys of the tribe in Durotar.

  Rivendell's command tank sounded the banner of scattered encirclement——sorry, the alliance's technology point is a bit crooked. Tanks have neither machine guns nor radios.

  Sand sculptors have indeed brought unparalleled heavy industry to the world, even tanks, especially the 1945 version of the T-34-85.

   This WWII tank is a better replica than a more advanced modern tank.

  Who said that the design drawing of T-34 can be easily searched by hundreds of poisons?

   A large number of tank parts that can be punched by machine tools are also the basis for the alliance to quickly have tanks. However, the machining accuracy of the machine tool on the parts is really worrying. If the large parts are crooked, they can be repaired manually with steel files, and the fine parts are avoided.

   It's like a plastic guy playing with a Gundam model. In the early days, there were a batch of imitation models, and there were various precision gaps. As a result, the model stations created were unstable. Later, when the craftsmanship came up, I was caught by anti-piracy...

  Cough, far away.

   Anyway, the status quo is that big machines can do it, but small machines can’t.

  More than 300 T-34 tanks scattered, enough to block the plains.

   "Disperse! Everyone disperses!" The tank approaching from the end of the horizon made Thrall's scalp tingle. He couldn't imagine what it would be like when the dense cannonballs fell on the wolves.

  What made Thrall most desperate was that the wolf cavalry was diverting along the eastern hillside, and a group of human trucks sped up and cut off the eastern path at a faster speed.

  When the iconic green cloaks of the rangers and hunters appeared from the rear of the truck, even Thrall couldn't help but lose his voice: "It's over!"

  The steep 60-degree hillside can suffocate the tanks, and definitely not the ranger troops who can still walk fast in complex terrain.

   "Go back! Everyone back to Ashenvale..." Before Thrall could finish his words, he heard a distant and thick horn sounding in the sky. Only then did Thrall discover that hundreds of night elves' hippogryphs had rushed down from under the clouds and hovered in the air.

With the sound of the trumpet, the mouth of the canyon where Thrall just came out of Ashenvale seemed to emerge from the ground. A large number of elf huntresses riding night saber leopards, holding huge boomerangs, drove the mounts quickly. He rushed out and blocked the orc's retreat.

   As if a pot of piercing ice water was poured on each orc, their bodies and minds were refreshed.

   (end of this chapter)