Stratholme God

   Chapter 922 Orcs lose, Thrall wins

   Steel Division?

  When an army is infused with iron will, it can be terrifying.

   Artillery is not a panacea.

  The complex battlefield has proven time and time again that no weapon can be used for all terrains.

  When the tribe can invent some means to erase the firepower advantage of the alliance, once the war starts, it is not known who will die.

The    alliance boss is very clear: Kael'thas's partial division is heading towards the Void Storm area to crusade the traitors. The main force of the alliance is trapped in the Auchindoun area, and the hostile forces there are swept away little by little. At this stage, it is impossible to start a war with the tribe. The situation in the outer domain is complicated enough. It is very reluctant to fight on two fronts. It is unwise to provoke the tribe to fight on the third front. Not to mention, there are a lot of border disputes between the Alliance of Azeroth and the Horde.

   In this situation, it is ideal to fight without breaking, or to sit and watch the tribe rush into the street.

  Old Wolf King Gene's mouth seemed to have opened up. After speaking here, the grassland over there was ablaze.

  Physically!

   On the outermost side of the front in the east-west direction, dozens of violent green flames rose at the same time.

   A cold knowledge: A serious forest fire will never have multiple fire heads. If there is, it is someone who is arson. Of course, this is not necessarily a human being. For example, in a kangaroo country, it is an anomaly to get an eagle to act as a [arson hawk] with a fire stick in his mouth to set fire to it and make the fire endless.

   Now the fire has suddenly become extremely fast, like Archimonde's [Fire of Destruction], and the fire column that spreads over has a diameter of 3 or 4 meters.

   This scene terrified Thrall, who was fighting fiercely, and the chieftains of all the orc clans.

   "Demon? How is this possible!?" Thrall's pupils almost lost focus.

   But that green fel flame, and clearly stated its belonging, this is indeed the handwriting of the Burning Legion.

   Setting fire in another place will definitely not have the current effect.

  Look at the hellfire peninsula where birds don't poop, and it's all terracotta, what's the use?

  This is Nagrand with lush vegetation!

   Originally, there were not many places where the fel flames spread, so the fire on the edge of the battlefield was more vigorous, and there was still a considerable gap between the spread of the entire battlefield.

The appearance of   flame completely destroyed the morale of the orc coalition.

   For the sake of their homes, many orcs can throw their heads and blood to fight against the evil orcs. For the fire of the prairie fire, there is an instinctive fear.

   Thrall could clearly hear the commotion in the crowd as the flames spread along the wind to the flanks of the orc coalition and billows of smoke.

   Immediately, the commotion turned into exclamations.

   "Look!" An orc pointed.

   In the eyes of the ignorant orcs, the blue sky and white clouds above their heads are dissipating layer by layer, as if a painting had been forcibly erased from its original color by other oil paints, revealing the void in the sky.

   First of all, a burning meteorite is dragging a long trail across the sky from north to south, blooming with a dazzling and evil green light.

   This light was reflected in the eyes of the orcs, shining brightly, and behind it, there were the second, third, and fourth shining green spots that also penetrated the sky of the outer domain and fell toward the middle of the orc coalition.

   They seemed to light up the clouds, turning their bases an ominous, sinister green.

"what is that?"

   An orc asked, but no one answered.

   The next second, the screams in the army drowned out all other noises.

   "Boom boom boom—"

   A meteorite crashed down.

The    strong impact smashed huge circles on the fertile grass of Nagrand.

   Before the orcs could react, these huge stones exuding green flames suddenly deformed, transforming from a single megalithic shape to a huge human shape about four or five stories tall.

【Hellfire】!

  Thrall is no stranger to the Legion's elite elemental creatures.

  The problem is that the world will never lack turtles!

  Many orcs have never seen [Hellfire] since they were born.

  Seriously, if there are a large number of elite powerhouses among the orcs, or if there are enough long-range war machines to gather fire, it is not difficult to kill the hellfire.

   Orcs lose because their command is not unified, plus most orc warriors are ignorant.

   These huge monsters surrounded by flames seemed invincible. They waved their hands and punched the orc warriors who rushed up like a child. All orcs who dared to approach were burned to death.

  The powerful [Hellfire], coupled with the furious charge of the evil orcs in front, and finally the sea of ​​fire rising in the distance, under this far from perfect 'internal and external attack', they panicked.

   "How could it be possible to defeat so many monsters."

   "Can't win!"

   "Run!"

   Thrall's time to return to the clan is too short, he has not had enough records to prove himself, prestige is something that can't be seen or touched, but it really affects the army at critical times.

   Although Thrall roared loudly and screamed, the backward communication system made him quickly lose control of the hundreds of thousands of orc coalition forces.

  There are brave orc chiefs who still lead their clans to choose to stick to their place of resistance, and more than 60% of the orc clans have collapsed.

   They were like a herd of deer scared away by lions. The number was large enough to cover the ground, but all of them were running, but there was no one, or there were not enough warriors to stop the rushing evil orcs.

   When ordinary orcs cannot form a tie-up with more powerful evil orcs in sufficient numbers, the allied army of orcs... the defeat is set!

   Looking at the orcs compatriots retreating all over the mountains and fields, Thrall's heart froze for the most part.

   Give up?

Do not! Thrall's firm heart has never given up the word "give up"!

   He raised the [Doom Hammer] high and roared loudly: "Lok-Tar\'Ogar!"

   The other orcs shouted this, just shouting slogans.

   And he is the real life to death!

   With just that little personal guard, Thrall bravely rushed towards the largest fel orc arrow on the battlefield - where Fenris, the chieftain of the Thor clan, was there.

kill him!

right! Only killing Fenris could stop the rout.

   At this moment, Thrall's mind resonated with all the elemental giants around him. Responding to the call of [World Sa], these huge elemental creatures formed a sharp countercurrent, killing the biggest traitor of the orcs.

   Seeing this, McDonald stood up, ready to cut off the communication and leave the spectator mode of the throne meeting.

   "Don't you see the end of McDonald's?" Varian was quite surprised.

   "It doesn't matter, anyway... The best outcome is that the orcs lose and Thrall wins."

  Varian was stunned for a moment. He was quite smart. After explaining in a low voice next to Bolvar, he immediately tasted the taste:

   Whether Thrall failed to kill Fenris to save the defeat, or Thrall succeeded as a hero and killed the enemy general to stop the decline, the momentum of the orcs was vented. Losing this battle, the orcs will no longer have the unprecedented unity they could have achieved, even if Thrall rallies all the orcs again afterwards. But escaping is the same as women's clothing, only zero and countless times.

   (end of this chapter)