Stratholme God

   Chapter 786 Who is the winner? (2 more)

   "Don't come here! Go! Get out of the Alliance! Don't come here—" Vol'jin roared heartily.

   is useless, the battlefield is too chaotic. The command of the tribe relies entirely on roar, and this drawback is undoubtedly revealed at this time. Vol'jin's order is rational, but it can't be conveyed to the rear army.

  The Scourge attacked the army with the air force, which was a shame. What's more, Kel'Thuzad's commanding talent has always been underestimated by the world!

   Taking advantage of the conflict between the Alliance and the Horde, Naxxramas chose a place where there was no Alliance air defense force to raid the Horde army.

   This is the first advantage.

   Take advantage of the orc's eagerness to return home, which is the second advantage.

   In the sky, the huge diamond-shaped fortress slowly descended, stuck in the long human and dragon of the tribe with great precision.

   The extremely spicy Mr. Ke cut the tribal team into three and seven parts, letting go of the 30% at the front and intercepting the 70% at the back.

The    viciousness is that the fortress doesn't fall very fast.

   As the saying goes, looking at the mountain to run dead horses, almost all tribal warriors subconsciously feel that as long as they rush fast enough, they can rush to the entrance near the Thousand Needles Stone Forest before the fortress is pressed down.

   In fact, at their position, they could even see the towering stone pillars in the distance of Thousand Needles Stone Forest.

  The long-term battle, the desire to return home, and the anger of the undead natural disaster drove them to rush towards the bottom of the fortress desperately.

   Orcs with relatively simple minds don’t think about it: the closer they are to the enemy’s fortress, will they be hit harder by firepower?

   But Kel'Thuzad ordered: The farther away from the fortress, the harder the blow.

   He is very well aware of human nature. If the orcs really run, they will run around on the golden plains that are more than 200 kilometers long and wide. Even if there are many natural disaster soldiers, they will not be able to catch them.

   Might as well seduce them to die together?

   Dark green bombs and natural disaster artillery continued to ravage the scattered array of orcs. Nearer, skeletal archers reaped the lives of orc soldiers with poisoned arrows.

   After a good retreat, it suddenly became a siege battle. How could an unprepared horde army enter Naxxramas?

  The flying fortress is getting closer and closer to the ground, from five kilometers high, to one kilometer, and then to five hundred meters. The huge fortress provided a stronger sense of oppression, which in turn drove the tribal warriors to rush desperately, because there are still lucky ones who can rush past!

   As everyone knows, the lucky one who can break through is the result of Mr. Ke's intentional order not to shoot all the tribal soldiers?

   The number of lucky people has been precisely controlled. From the initial five people who can escape one, it has become a one in ten chance, and then it is 5%, 1%.

   This scene broke the hearts of Varok and Vol'jin.

"Ancestor! These are the good men of the tribe, the elites of the tribe! I brought them out, and they didn't die in Ahn'Qiraj, but in a place like this, what face do I have to see Great Chief Sal!" After all, Varok wanted to kill himself on the spot as soon as his axe was horizontal.

   His axe was snatched by Dranosh!

   "Dad! Don't be stupid! You died here, your body isn't cheap for those **** bones! Go! Go!" Little Saurfang roared at his father with his eyes wide open.

Vol'jin also stopped Varok: "Dranosh is right! We must leave now! Don't misunderstand your comrades. First, try to keep the Horde's vitality, second... Second... even if they join the Alliance, Better than giving your life to the Scourge."

   This is undoubtedly a difficult decision!

When the    tribe evacuated, a large number of high-level ordnance obtained from the Iron Horde, such as the Iron Star, were placed in the front army. These hard-earned belongings are far more valuable than ordinary soldiers.

   Light human life is an unstoppable cannon of the Alliance. At such times, human life and ordnance had to be brutally weighed on the scales.

  The blood on Varok's face faded: "But, but, Garrosh is still in the back!"

I don't know if it was luck or misfortune. In order to prevent the elites of the tribe from being taken over by the alliance when they retreated, Vol'jin asked heroes such as Tauren Chief Kane and Beastmaster Rexxar to evacuate with the elite Tauren before the army. Retreat to Thunder Bluff.

  The heroes in the rear of the tribe are left with a brainless roar and a bunch of thousands of commanders.

   Now that they are withdrawing, isn't it just selling the brains?

   "Don't worry about so much! Send the signal to evacuate. Run! Or we'll all die here." Vol'jin was about to cry.

   The flares learned from humans finally came in handy.

   Looking at the rising signal flare, I don’t know how many tribal warriors burst into tears on the spot.

   This kind of signal of running away from each other is simply tarnishing the glory of the tribe.

  Some people turned around and ran away, while others continued to dash towards the lower and lower Naxxramas, like the orc hero Garrosh Hellscream.

   "Waste! Coward! Varok! Vol'jin! I will definitely kill you when I go back!" I have to say that the brainless man in history is actually not weak.

   Along the way, [Ghee Roar] flew up and down, and there was almost no enemy of his unity.

   until he ran into a giant abomination: "Pachiwick playing with you!"

   "Go away!" The irritable old man roared with a big jump that no mortal could have achieved, jumping four stories high, then double jumping on the shoulders of the hatred, and finally slashing the hatred head with the axe.

   If it is an ordinary undead creature, if its head is chopped off in half, it is probably gone.

   Hate is never on the head!

   A big hand dripping with blood and pus grabbed Brain Can Roar's body and threw it down desperately.

   "Boom!"

   Brain Can Roar was thrown on the spot and vomited blood.

   The next second, Patchwick's big hook crashed down.

   Originally, Brain Can Roar had a last chance to escape. In fact, he did. He was crawling around in an attempt to get out of the killing range of the giant hook with rust. Who knew that a human-looking death knight appeared, Thoras Thorbane, the former King of Stormgard, used a pungent swordsmanship to force the brainless roar back.

   After a blow that cracked the ground ten meters, there was no more.

  Solas ruthlessly glanced at the overall situation of the battlefield: "Let's end it!"

  Naxxramas finally crashed to the ground. Amidst the splattered smoke and dust, countless death knights rode strange undead horses and rushed out from the entrances of the fortress, sweeping the entire plain of gold...

When    received this news, MacDonald was holding Alleria in his arms, stunned, and pinched the thigh he was grasping into purple-blue.

   "What? The brain-dead roared to death?"

   Just as MacDonald was lost, Fina Jinjian suddenly heard a report: "Garrosh Hellscream took the remnants to Jinjian Harbor, hoping that the Alliance will temporarily take it in."

and many more!

   Two brainless roars?

   (end of this chapter)