Stratholme God

   Chapter 670 Fire Truck

   To outsiders, the alliance looks a bit precarious.

  The big guy MacDonald arrogantly led half of the heroes of the alliance into the Blackwing's Nest. After entering, the battle situation is unknown, and his life and death are unknown.

  The beacon smoke everywhere in the alliance, the 'Scourge Legion' wantonly burned and killed, spreading the plague.

   Coincidentally, it seems that the goblin's madness has disappeared a lot because he found that catching orcs on the tribe's side couldn't get much money.

  The goblins of the venture capital company are not fake, and only money can make them crazy, and they won't do crazy things if they don't make money.

   Actually, this is what McDonald's dug a hole and deliberately reduced the amount of money invested in Feralas. Let the Horde breathe a sigh of relief, and at the same time lure them into war on the Alliance, at least a border friction to give the Alliance an excuse for future wars.

   On the surface, this kind of smell of the mountains and the rain is coming, and it seems that many senior members of the tribe are very happy. Brain Can Roar recently drank happily, and even ate half a wild boar.

   Even the orcs of the Warsong clan began to ride near the border with the Alliance, waving their battle axes and singing while walking the wolves.

   Only Thrall stayed awake!

   "No! The Alliance has successfully defeated Nefarian!" Thrall said with great certainty, startling Vol'jin, Kane and Rommath who was on the sidelines.

   "No, if the Alliance succeeds in defeating the Black Dragon Prince, it will definitely be a super event. If you don't hang a dragon's head at the gate of Stormwind City, the people will not stop there." Vol'jin said cautiously.

   "No! Look at the battle example of McDonnell Stratholme!" Thrall brought a stack of parchment scrolls that were about to be torn over, with the name of a certain Michael written on it in large letters.

   Thrall turned a page familiarly, and on it was the common language of mankind written by Thrall himself, and he read it out in the Orcish language.

"Dark Gate X, X, X, X, X, X, McDonald's only led a partial division into the Eversong Forest, lingering for many days... Finally, with a cross-field cannon, he defeated the Orgrim army at Yangfan Harbor and intercepted the XX clan. …”

   There are several similar battles, Thrall said it with a dance.

   Actually, this is not a military secret.

   In the era of the First and Second Dark Gate Wars, the march was more like a parade, and a large number of people were needed to help deliver food supplies. And these contents are the bragging talk in the Minfu tavern, and they can't be kept secret at all.

  It wasn't until the third Dark Gate War that McDonald's formed a professional logistics force and spread it to all the leaders.

  Thrall, based on what he saw during the infiltration period, even personally served as a transport for the Stratholme Army, so he collected a rough idea.

He concluded: "It can be seen from this that the Duke of Stratholme is very good at judging the strength of the enemy and the enemy. He is very stingy with his soldiers, and he will never fight to the death. And he has long been used to fighting on two fronts. Often one defense and one attack. On the offensive side, he always has the ability to win the opponent with a high probability."

Vol'jin's face was stern: "In addition, he has successfully defeated Nefarian once in Stormwind Fortress... God! Even in his own lair, Nefarian can't be his opponent! Maybe Nefarian will fight within three days. died."

   In fact, it was over that day.

   Thrall smiled bitterly: "My spy reported that none of the main towns in Stratholme were invaded. The undead were wiped out in the wild."

  Vol'jin pondered: "It's day 15. He really can bear it."

  Kane scratched his head: "Is this alliance leader so powerful?"

   I have to say that the one who knows you best is often your enemy.

  Thrall concluded: "Look, if our tribe is not fooled, most of the alliance will let the undead make trouble for a while. I can't wait to release the news of the success of the crusade."

   Before Thrall finished speaking, a messenger trotted in.

"Report to the chief and all the chiefs, Blackrock Mountain suddenly erupted, and a large number of fire elemental creatures ran out of Blackrock Mountain. They have entered a state of war with the army deployed by the Alliance in the Searing Canyon and the Burning Plain. It is reported that the enemy is the legendary fire element monarch Ra. Gnaroth's men."

   "This is good!" Brother Niu slapped his thigh.

   Anyone who knows how to do it knows that most of this means that the alliance is equal to the enemy.

  If the crusade against Nefarian is unsuccessful here, and there is a backup for Rag, then it will be wonderful.

   The convulsions on the messenger's face made Thrall feel a little bad, and he immediately ordered: "Go on."

"The Alliance seems to be well-prepared. They are equipped with a large number of tanks that fire frost cannonballs to fight the fire elements. And a large number of black dragons suddenly flew out from Blackrock Mountain, with the golden trident emblem branded on their chests. Just now, the alliance took the black dragon prince Nefarian. His head hangs in the Valley of Kings in Stormwind City, and a group of black dragons headed by Princess Black Dragon is officially incorporated into the Allied army and is affiliated to the Stratholme Federation. The Black Dragon Legion of the Stratholme people has cooperated with the Allies to attack the undead, and the undead army continues to be defeated. ."

   Thrall suddenly seemed to be petrified.

   He guessed right, but he was not happy at all, why is that?

  …

On the    Alliance's side, the flame demon Ragnaros suddenly popped out, which was really annoying.

  Although the alliance has made plans long ago, it is one thing to prepare, and it is another to be scolded.

  McDonald's deal with Nefarian, and Tyrande secretly sneaked back to Mount Hyjal. These are all secrets that only the participants of the Throne Conference are qualified to know.

   For ordinary Union soldiers, the appearance of the Fire Elemental Legion was a great fright.

   Before the army, it was not that shells loaded with frost element magic gems were not prepared. In the eyes of ordinary soldiers, this was specially used to deal with black dragons.

  The breath of the black dragon is fire, with a little shadow power, and it's okay to use frost cannonballs.

   When the soldiers on the front line of the alliance saw the fire elemental creature that suddenly exploded from the foot of the mountain and popped out of it, most of their minds went blank.

  Many people have never seen such a strange thing in their life.

   That is a group of egg-yellow flames that are a bit like hearts, with an extra pair of hands and a pair of strange red eyeballs, standing up to be as high as a floor.

   Just when they were in a daze, a loud noise came from behind.

   A heavy roar sounded on the blackened ground, one, two, as if heavy objects were crushing the ground.

   is not as clear and powerful as a horse's hoof.

   The sound of the whole piece is the top of the mountain——

   Hundreds of thousands of voices rang out, and they gradually converged into a shocking force—the power of technology!

   They turned their heads and saw some unfamiliar fiery red-painted cars driving over like a thunderbolt.

  People were dumbfounded. Aren't these fire trucks that could be seen everywhere in Ironforge and Stormwind before?

  How did you get to the Searing Canyon? ——

  ps, the author's bacteria are considered the center of the epidemic area, and the situation is severe, and half of the districts and villages have been closed. Just after the second nucleic acid test, we will see when the third round will be. Anyway, everyone who understands will understand. Seriously, it's very mind-blowing and completely shattered my multi-code-word fantasy, especially when it's bombarded with bad news all day long. My own community was half-surrounded by a closed community. It's not a blow, it's like a siege of three missing one, and the pressure in my heart is huge.

   I feel like I'm on an isolated island, and it depends on when the crocodiles in the water climb up and make trouble.

   Alas, I hope this epidemic will pass soon.

   (end of this chapter)