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Shortly after the battle, wisps of smoke were still rising from the scorched black earth, and the tall minotaur was squatting on the battlefield, cleaning his huge totem pole, and the green blood water flowed down, seeping into the land, and converging with the green energy of the original ravines.

"Chief------" The Minotaur warrior opened his mouth, buzzing with some hesitation.

"I know, Bull." The Minotaur Chieftain flicked his mane, splattering a few drops of green blood. "What do you think, Sal."

"Precise and efficient tactics, enforcement rates of orders and prohibitions, terrible weapons, and terrible soldiers." Thrall carried the Hammer of Doom and looked at the white-robed figures, the whiteness of their bodies contrasting with the scorched earth.

"Yes, terrible soldier."

These human soldiers had cold faces, and the killing did not seem to cause any fluctuations in their hearts, because faith had filled their hearts, and they shouted for the Holy Light, and when they rushed into the hordes of monsters with their golden swords in their hands under the blessing of the golden spells of those priests, Kane could not find a trace of fear and hesitation on their faces, and when all enemies were destroyed, they did not cheer, but silently put away their weapons and regrouped into their strange formation, as if they were about to enter another battle.

They are not warriors, they are just soldiers, soldiers who exist to kill, a group of powerful, invincible soldiers.

"The muskets they use are not the same as the ones they give to the tribes." Bull said. "I mean, their muskets are like ------ like ------" The minotaur gestured to his broad, three-fingered palm, not knowing how to describe it.

"Magic?" Sal answered.

Bull nodded hurriedly.

"Yes, magic."

"Can it still be called a musket?" The golden beam of light as long as the palm of the hand swept across the battlefield like a torrential rain, those monsters were completely unable to play their fast strengths, the golden light was like a wall, there was nowhere to hide, only the golden beam of light penetrated the body, and the golden light would also ignite the bodies of these monsters, and endlessly, Kane saw those muskets shoot three beams in five seconds.

"Whatever it is, chief, if our hunters can be equipped with these weapons-------" Bull looked at the Great Chief, the hope in his eyes could not be hidden.

Night Elf Sentinels, Dwarven Rangers, High Elf Rangers, etc. are all the best marksmen, and the same is true for the Minotaurs, who have always been nomadic as their main way of life, but the musket originated from the Dwarves, and the Dwarven Rangers were also the earliest formed musket troops, and the High Elf Rangers gradually abandoned the longbow and short bow in favor of the more powerful and convenient light gun because of the addition of the 'Dawn Light'.

Like the Night Elf Sentinels and Minotaur Hunters, most of them still use longbows, Night Elves are immortal species, before losing the World Tree, they are the only immortal race among mortals, like Sentinels This is an absolute elite army, most of them may be aged in thousands of years, longbows and moon blades have accompanied them throughout their lives, and it is not realistic for them to abandon the longbow and use muskets in a short period of time, in contrast, the Minotaurs have been exposed to some goblins flowing into the tribe's muskets, but in the tribes where materials are scarce, The musket was not favored as a consumable weapon of war, and the Horde's main ranged attack class was still the Archer and Darkspear Clan's headhunters who threw short spears, while the Alliance had artillery as a supplement to long-range firepower, while the Horde was a catapult.

For example, the latest light energy gun of 'Dawn Light', not to mention the use, most of the tribesmen have never seen it, and the weapons they support to the tribe are just some of the old generation light guns that have been eliminated.

The new fifth-generation light gun has a maximum rate of fire of 180 rounds per minute, and the latest heat-resistant conductive material can support it to shoot continuously for ten minutes without considering the problem of heating, and the effective range can reach 370 yards, which is nearly two to three times that of the old light gun.

The old-fashioned Light Gun ------ almost a small cannon that fires Holy Light Bullets, and the old-fashioned Shaped Circle can only do one shot every three seconds, and after more than fifteen fires, you need to wait for the barrel to cool down, and the difference between the two is not a little bit and a half.

The hunters who enlisted in the Minotaur sign are the ones who use the light gun the most, and they also brought many of these muskets to Thunder Cliff, these muskets that shoot golden light bullets do not need ammunition, so naturally there is no material consumption, and the power is much stronger than ordinary arrows, as long as the hit is accurate, often a golden light bullet can kill a strong demon guard, after the formation is formed, it can even make the barrage turn into a golden light curtain to cause cluster killing, the Minotaur hunters cherish these weapons very much, they will not even use it in hunting.

And now Bull found that these human soldiers were worthy of muskets compared to the weapons they regarded as treasures, and that's what he thought.

"I'll talk to the High Lord of Dawn about weapons, but don't get your hopes up." Thrall himself sighed, the organization of 'Dawn Light' was born from a destroyed country, and it has grown so powerful in just a few years, and the power seems to have been out of the understanding of others, a musket can make an ordinary human soldier more powerful than the bravest soldier of the tribe, and the information contained in this is enough to make Sal's heart frightened.

And the huge figure in the sky that seemed to envelop the whole of Durotar, everything made Thrall confused, if, just if, the 'Dawn Light' suddenly became hostile to the tribe like an alliance, what should they do? Warrior's flesh and blood? Orgrimmar------ who never falls, can it hold back the huge warship that obscures the sky?

"Your Excellency Sal! Lord Kane! Gavinrad, dressed in a pale blue uniform and holding the hilt of his sword at his waist, had just buried his hammer in the land, and several werewolves had smashed it to pieces.

"The werewolves of Durontar have basically been wiped out." Gavinrad's face was marked with a few burns, caused by the demon's splattered blood, and even the blood bore signs of destruction. "But you see, the land here is polluted."

Thrall and Kane nodded, and disgusting dark green energy snaked through the cracked earth like a dark green river, and the already barren land now looked even more hellish, and even the sunlight in the sky was obscured by puffs of smoke.

"I'll leave some priests to cleanse these evil powers, and then, we'll head to Thunder Bluff to clean up the werewolves and plagues, and the wounded tribal soldiers -------"

"There's nothing we can do." Thrall shook his head with a gloomy face, the Ancestral Spirits and Elemental Spirits had not responded to his prayers at all.

"I suggest handing them over to us, Lord Illanicus of the Green Dragon Legion is in Stratholme, he can temporarily suppress the tissues in the bodies of these soldiers, and the druids are also working on a cure for the curse." Gavinrad suggested.

Kane and Sal nodded.

"That's all there is to it."

"And," Gavinrad paused. "Did you two get any news about the Outlands?"

"Outlands?" The two chiefs were stunned.

"Not yet, you two." Gavinrad paused again. "I must tell you bad news that the Horde's army has been attacked on their way back to Orgrimmar."

"What?!"