Titan Tour of Azeroth

The Northern Kingdoms have recently been very pleasantly surprised.

Although they are led by Lordaeron, they still ca n’t pull the face to join the alliance and become an ordinary member, but for the sake of being human, the Storm Kingdom is still willing to provide them with a large number of bombs produced by gnomes and one time. Remote rocket launcher.

These arms supplies, which were sold to the northern countries at a cost price, were successfully shipped to the coastal port and port in the northern part of the mainland by Kul Tiras, a small sea courier brother. Naturally, Lordaeron bought the big one and distributed it immediately. At the front line, all levels of troops are fighting with the orc tribe.

The old King Terenas scolded the Kingdom of Storms and Ryan Wrynn, who had no hairs, as he paid for it.

Our northern kingdoms are fighting **** battles with the orc tribe, and your alliance enjoys life in the south, and now seize the opportunity to send a sum of war money, it is simply shit! Shameless! Indecent! Fallen! No humanity!

Dwarves and gnomes are also not good things, the two farts behind the Storm Kingdom.

Lordaeron is very clear about this. The Kingdom of Storms dominates the military alliance of the Alliance. The night elves across the sea have no interest at all. The long ears of the dead house only care about when their Titan Lord returns to Kalimdor mainland.

So let us old guys put down their bodies and take orders from you, Ryan, who doesn't even have hair, how is it possible!

Silver Pine Forest, the frontline of Shadowfang Castle War.

Uther and Turalyon were patrolling the trench positions. They found that overnight, there were a long iron pipe behind the soldiers on the position, and there were many gray bombs stacked in the trench.

"This is the dwarf bomb and rocket launcher provided by the Alliance. Are these things useful to the orcs?" Turalyon fiddled with a big bomb in his hand.

Uther nodded, "Yes, it seems that a batch of gnomes made urgently by the gnomes in Ironforge was sent by ship directly, but I always think these bombs are dangerous ... Is it me? Illusion? "

With that said, Uther suddenly discovered that the gnome label on a bomb was a bit sticky, so he tore off the label, revealing a goblin head pattern with a grinning expression that had been blocked inside.

"Okay ... now the unknown hunch is stronger."

But there was no time for Uther to ponder, because a new round of attack by the orc army arrived.

The human soldiers hid in the trenches of the defensive line, and pulled the long iron pipe from behind against their shoulders, looking nervously as the orc warriors roared and charged towards their positions.

According to the attached instruction manual. . . Cough, explain the note, this strange thing called a rocket launcher, the effective shooting distance is 500 meters.

Five hundred meters for the orc warriors can be completed in less than a minute.

Seeing the orc army enter the effective distance, Lordaeron's soldiers pressed the big red button on the bazooka handle.

A huge flame was immediately ejected from the long iron pipe, and the long, sharp object in the iron pipe dragged the tail flame and whistled towards the orc.

The orcs thought they were similar to crossbows and arrows, so they continued to charge while raising their wooden shields to defend.

Soon, the rockets came into close contact with the orc's shield, slammed together, and then. . .

boom!

The orc warrior at the front of the charge was instantly blown into countless pieces of meat. Even the orc with a large area behind him was blurred by the flesh and blood, lacking arms and legs.

The offensive of the tribal army suddenly eased, and chaos began to appear.

Uther was very excited when he saw it, but he did not expect that these things looked like a useless iron bar, and the lethality was so great.

"Everyone, continue to launch the bazooka, the reserve team is ready to throw a bomb!"

Behind the Horde, Orgrim frowned and stared at the front line. The explosive long-range weapons used by the human army suddenly caused too much casualties to the orcs.

He saw with his own eyes that a death knight had rushed to the human position, and then a large amount of round iron **** thrown by the human soldiers blasted a crushed bone.

This is the first death knight who died in battle. In the past, they and the Paladin died, even if they couldn't beat it, it was okay to run.

But in this case, there is no chance for the death knight to run. After a big explosion, even the minced meat can't be found.

Orgrim is not a reckless man. Unlike the last Chieftain Blackhand, he will only rush in a rush when he encounters something, so the tribal army began to change its strategy and began to shoot against human forces.

Humans bombarded the orcs' positions with rocket launchers, and the orcs used their powerful arms to shoot overwhelming arrows into the human front.

"What about Gul'dan? Where is he? The Horde needs the power of a warlock now!" Orgrim turned to ask the patriarch Grom * Hellscream of the Warsong clan beside him.

"It's not clear, it seems to have disappeared a few days ago, the last news is to go to Hillsbrad Foothills."

"This insidious and subtle warlock with no sense of honor! They should be killed!" Orgrim uttered fiercely, and he was extremely disgusted with Gul'dan.

Misfortunes are not alone, and bad news continues to follow.

Soon after, the death knights led by Taron Blood Demon also disappeared mysteriously, and Orgrim smashed several table benches in anger.

"Report, Chief Chief, bad news!"

"What's the matter?" Orgrim and the joined chiefs sat in the central tent, watching the scout.

"The latest scout information, Talon Blood Demon returned to the cursed land in the south of the continent with all the death knights. Now he has passed through the Dark Portal and returned to Draenor World ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ According to the method left by Gul'dan, the blood ring clan there completely closed the door of darkness, and the blood ring clan also went back together! "

"Ahhh! Bastard! Bastard!" Orgrim heard the words and suddenly overturned the table in front of him again.

The situation began to be critical, the Dark Portal closed, the Horde no longer had any follow-up reinforcements, and after Gul'dan was lost, no one knew how to reopen the Dark Portal, and now the treacherous warlock suddenly disappeared, so it must be. . .

"It is reported that Gul'dan was found. He led all the remaining warlocks to board the ship in the ruins of Nanhai Town, and disappeared!"

Orgrim heard a dizziness and slowly sat back on the stool, taking a deep breath.

What does Gul'dan want to do?

Going south towards the sea, is there anything in the south that is worth letting this deep-witted old warlock blatantly abandon the tribe?

However, this is not important anymore. The tribe is sliding into the abyss of failure step by step. In its own hands, except for the batch of black dragons and red dragons that are constantly incubating and training, they have no other cards.

How to continue the road ahead?

Orgrim found himself very eager to get the guidance of the shaman that had been abandoned by the tribe.

But the tribe abandoned the power and glory of the ancestors themselves, and the ancestors no longer sheltered and guided them.