Stratholme God

   Chapter 482 Prestige Theory

   Thrall's wyvern was dead. After the loyal mount was fatally attacked by the Doomguard, he used his last strength to glide down into a small pool so that he would not fall to his death.

  Fortunately, this place is near the main force, and a group of chiefs personally guarded them to cover their chiefs.

   This was destined to be a long and bad escape.

  The orcs like chaos the most. Because of their individual strength, this sloppy fighting method once gained the upper hand in the war with the old-fashioned Lordaeron alliance.

  When the enemy's individual is stronger, the orcs will stop.

   You can often see a group of orcs who are not afraid of death shouting, rushing forward with an axe, and then the beheading sword of the Doomsday Guard swept away, and the world was quiet.

  If it weren't for the large number of trolls covering the orcs with powerful spears, maybe any low-level doomguard could cause triple-digit damage to the orcs.

   The only good thing is that there are more strong people on this side of the tribe.

  Thrall, Brainless Roar, Vol'jin, Durotan, Varok Saurfang, Rexxar...

   These powerful men with explosive force, they fought back from time to time, barely making up for the difference in combat power between the two sides.

Thrall rode the wolf and marched forward in the blood-swept wilderness. The temporary hammer in his hand instead of the [Doom Hammer] was ticking down with the same color. Behind him was a sea of ​​fire, and the strange green flames shot Durotar. The wilderness shines brightly.

   The young warchief had pain written all over his face.

   "Warchief, the crossing of the Furious River has arrived!" Varok shouted.

The   Ragewater River separates Durotar from the Barrens, and it's one of the few places where the waters are gentle enough to flow through.

   Once, this was just an inconspicuous river beach, but now it has become a temporary base for the Alliance.

   Behind the not-so-high mounds on the other side of the river are hidden T-34 tanks.

   Occasional reflections in the sun can glimpse the dark gun barrels facing the east bank of the river.

   This is the sheen of the Deathbringer!

The    Alliance is worthy of being the legendary infrastructure madman, and in about half a month, they have built a large number of fortifications at the ferry.

   In addition to those tank bunkers, there are also a large number of concrete bunkers, as well as the city wall for the ferry.

   Thrall's heart is twitching, and his first reaction is: If the Alliance turns its face on the spot, what will happen to the Horde?

   But no!

  The human troops at the ferry opened the original antler-style fence and opened the ferry to the maximum.

   The sharp-eyed Rexxar pointed with a big hand: "Look! It's Uther!"

This holy knight at the moment is standing on a platform by the ferry. He is tall and straight, like a flagpole stuck on the side of the road, scanning the orcs and trolls with sharp eyes, as well as the Burning Legion further behind. .

   "Our men have begun to cross the river." Varok reminded Thrall in a low voice.

   Thrall stood 200 meters away with his entourage, quietly watching the orc refugees enter this riverside defense line under the guidance, or in other words, expelled from the Union soldiers.

  If it weren't for the sight of the dragons receding to the end of the horizon in the Barrens, Thrall would have felt that this was a trap that devoured the lives of orcs and trolls.

   Seeing that there were not many orcs behind him, Varok urged nervously: "Great Chief, it will be the last troop that breaks the rear."

   "I see." Thrall rode the Warg and slowly approached the ferry.

   It didn't take long for him to meet Uther's sight.

   Uther said first: "Come on! Warchief of the Horde!"

   "We need us..." Thrall had good intentions, but was interrupted by Lao Wu.

   "The Alliance has no habit of joining forces with the Horde. Next is the war of the Alliance soldiers."

  The Alliance has kept its word!

  Thrall is both happy and sad.

  When did the lives of the tribal people fall to the point where they had to be protected by alliance soldiers?

  The cruel reality is in front of you again. Without the rigorous and well-founded alliance troops, these tribesmen may be chased all the way to Thunder Bluff.

   bit his lip hard, and Thrall finally choked out a common language "thank you" in his mouth, and then took the people away without looking back.

The mess of the    Horde is so big that Thrall feels hopeless just thinking about it.

  The sudden destruction of the city and the loss of a lot of luggage, Thrall really doesn't know how to support the more than 100,000 people in his hands.

   The Barrens, as its name suggests, definitely cannot support so many people.

   "We have to go to Thunder Bluff first." Thrall looked west in confusion.

   Really ironic, I thought I took Niu Niu as a little brother, but who would have thought that Niu Niu who came to the tribe to hold his thigh would become a thigh.

   But before going to Thunder Bluff, there are more realistic issues to deal with - gather the remnants, and then gather enough food to allow a large army to pass through the barrens.

  The alliance is no longer hopeful. If people don’t take advantage of the fire, the tribe will burn high incense.

   The muscles on Thrall's face kept twitching.

   On the other side, Union tanks opened fire.

   Cannons are useless for real powerhouses, but they work well for ordinary demons.

Once the   85mm tank gun hits the middle and low-level demons, it will immediately become a **** storm.

   There was a low-level doomsday guard who was covered in cannonballs, and the area above the waist was gone on the spot.

  The powerful impact force and the shock wave of the explosion easily smashed the doomsday guard's hideous head and shoulders into crimson minced meat, and sputtered a 10-meter-long cone back.

   This is an example!

  Most of the doomsday guards have reactions that extraordinary people can imagine. When they use wings or a three-meter long beheading sword to protect their vital points, and continue to charge by jumping left and right, the hit rate of the shells immediately becomes metaphysical.

   Injury but not death is the most common situation.

  Seriously, the Alliance bosses have always been divided on the attitude of the Horde.

  Old Mograine, Abidis, Magni*Bronzebeard, these bigwigs advocated getting down on the ground and getting rid of the green skin. It was completely McDonald's who resisted all the opinions, so he reluctantly suppressed it and asked Lao Wu to notify the tribe to take refuge.

now what?

When seeing Orgrimmar being stomped on by Mende, and extracting the energy of lava to make the Burning Legion's advance base, and seeing hundreds of thousands of tribes being slaughtered by demons and bones, the hearts of the alliance bosses were relieved. .

   Even the upright Bolvar showed a happy expression when he saw Orgrimmar being destroyed.

   Let you tear down my Stormwind City!

   These guys are usually kings, regents, etc., and all of them put on a majestic face, but at this time, one or two were darkened on their faces.

   "It's still the commander-in-chief wise!" Magni's bearded man was stunned, and he couldn't close his mouth with laughter. This guy was holding a wine glass.

   Let's have some more fireworks or something. You said that Ironforge is celebrating the New Year, and everyone else believed it.

  Victory is the best way to eliminate contradictions!

   In the same way, prestige is something that accumulates by success over and over again.

   (end of this chapter)