Swamp of Sorrow.

"Dangdang!"

Alarm bells ringing!

The rapid and poignant frequency is easily reminiscent of the death knell.

"No! I can't stand it! Damn orcs, where do you get so many high-tech weapons? I almost thought the dwarves had taken refuge on the other side! Danas Tolbain withdrew with his soldiers disgraced.

His soldiers were extremely embarrassed, and although they still retained a relatively intact structure, their equipment was in tatters, and they knew at a glance that they could no longer fight.

Faced with the complaints of his old friend, Tulayan smiled bitterly.

A dead dwarf next to him, Muradin, jumped out and squirted at Danas: "Fart! Can our dwarven craft be so fragile and so explosive? You can tell it's goblin style at first glance! ”

Traditional martial artists are mostly rough people, and the ghost knows what style you have.

Scolded by his allies, Danaston, who was not very good at words, was embarrassed, touched his nose in a wry manner, and did not talk again.

"Less noisy, now we're the same enemy!" Tulayan said in a deep voice.

This is where the Swamp of Sorrow meets the Red Ridge Mountains, and as an important transit station, it is only natural that a sizable bunker has been built here.

In the past, the 15-meter-high walls were enough to give people a sense of security.

But looking into the distance, no one in the alliance would feel this way.

"Boom, boom!"

From afar, you can see that from south to north in the swamp of sorrow, the large trees that must be hugged by several people are violently pushed by the giant machinery, let out a "squeak" and groan of pain, and then fall miserably.

Those grotesque-looking, three- or four-story tall siege machines were slowly advancing with a kind of energy source that the Alliance could not understand.

Accompanying the siege vehicles were burly orcs in heavy black armor.

Those sophisticated black iron equipment made the alliance generals tremble.

"There is only one company in the whole league that can afford this level of equipment." Tulayan turned his head with a wry smile.

Khadgar, who had been promoted to archmage, turned to Tulayan and asked, "Isn't there any news from our old friend yet?" ”

Tulayan still shook his head: "He's been to Nozdorm for a year, and he hasn't heard from him at all." The Stratholme Leader only promised to send the Seryek Legion. ”

Everyone was silent.

The alliance is really stormy at the moment.

The orcs suddenly counterattacked.

Jumping out of the Dark Gate on the Eastern Front was an army of elite orcs from nowhere, who captured the Watch Fort in just three days with heavy machinery unimaginable to the Alliance.

On the Western Front, the vanished Warsong Clan reappeared, attacking the Twilight Forest from the Valley of Thorns, only to be held back by Berval, Gavinrad*Doom, and Saidan Dasohan of the Silver Hand.

The countries of the alliance in the north have been slow to react.

Of course, Tulayan knew that this was the country's finances were extremely tight, and the lack of military funds was to rebuild the army, and even the top of the alliance was filled with the extravagant hope that the southern legions alone would be able to carry the orc army.

Everyone knows it's a bit impractical.

The fact is that maintaining the army of the Overwatch almost dragged down the Union's finances.

Since the disappearance of a big dog, the alliance's military appropriation has returned to the same as before, there is no way, all countries are squeezing oil and squeezing money bit by bit.

At this moment, Stratholm Territory, Talon County.

Gouir, who was determined to be a Thrall in the future, suddenly looked up at the road beside him: "No! ”

Nazgurel whispered, "What's wrong?" ”

"The level of reaction in the Stratholme collar has gone up."

"Huh?"

Gouyle stared at the main road, where smoke and dust billowed from time to time, and from time to time soldiers called traffic police waved small red flags to drive away workers who approached the road.

"Get out of the way! The army passes! Those who block the army will be regarded as traitors and killed on the spot! Everyone take the little ones and leave. ”

In a short time, an imposing cavalry regiment first rushed through the asphalt concrete road with eight lanes in both directions.

One man and two horses were not counted, and there was a special groom to drive the carriage, although the carriage had a shed roof, and the goods inside were covered with tarps, but the silhouette seemed to be a knight's armor.

Gouil silently counted: "Here, there are at least 20,000 horses." ”

Nazgurrell wondered, "That badge is the Rivendell Legion, right?" The lord is not there, and they actually poured out of the nest? ”

As the leading general of Stratholme, the Earl of Rivendell is famous, and he is the anchor of the entire territory.

Then, a burst of exclamations came from the crowd of onlookers.

Immediately behind the cavalry regiment were a large number of 'steam tanks'.

These edges and corners are equipped with spikes, and the metal monster with sharp corners on the front attracts everyone's attention as soon as it appears. Under the winter sun, the thick barrel reflects a strange cold light.

"Oooo Our tanks! ”

"The God of War is here!"

"Long live the Grand Duke!"

The crowd erupted in enthusiastic cheers.

It's just that Gouyle is a little strange, theoretically, these are the techniques of the dwarves, why didn't you see the big chimney that "swooped" and smoked?

Isn't it said that steam tanks are in poor condition in winter?

The continuous army of tanks, which took more than an hour just to pass, ended up with infantry sitting in carriages.

Each two-horse carriage is manned in the front half and armor in the back.

In other kingdoms, even knights are not necessarily qualified to wear the silver armor, which is the basic equipment of the heavy infantry.

Goyle secretly said to his younger brother: "I suspect that the Duke of Stratholme has returned. ”

"How?"

"Without his orders, even at the request of the king, it would be impossible to mobilize 100,000 men at will."

Nazgurel thought so.

"Let's go, let's go to the front line to be people's husbands."

"Why?"

"Isn't that clear? We've been working for a year, but we're not eligible to enter Cowling City. That's the industrial area of Stratholme, and that's where its secrets lie. If we continue to stay here, we will only work for the Duke in vain. ”

Nazgurel understands that only on the front line can he have access to the secrets of Stratholme's high-tech weapons.

Gouyl looked to the north: "That grand duke, must be in charge of the overall situation!" ”

At this time, in the study of the Duke of Stratholme, Liadline wore a fiery red backless dress and a short dress, and the two smooth shoulder blades on her beautiful back trembled slightly, like a jade butterfly gently waving her wings, and the fiery red luster of the ponytail swaying on her fair skin, as if the entire back was covered with flame-like light, dazzling like a flame goddess.

It's just that at this moment, Wen Leisha came in with a stack of papers, and only leaned over towards the desk, which was obviously a customized lake blue cheongsam, pulled up slightly, and lifted the high slit of the hem of the cheongsam up again, revealing the leg line.

Yes! This 1.1-meter-long document is really long and white.

Mai suddenly felt that it was really right to abandon the bewitching artificial colors of the earth and come back to choose the original and genuine elf girls.