The coercion that year has come true, and it is very awesome.

The excuse for the sake of reluctance has come true, that is, to be like God!

If Stratholme hadn't been stuck with Orgrim, it would have been impossible for the Warsong Clan to go to Quel'Thalas.

The biggest reason why Daddy Roar decided to let the Warsong Clan stay, was not that he expected Mai to suddenly rise up and fight his way out of the encirclement, but for a simpler reason - the wolf couldn't take a boat.

The wolf who has never been on a boat in his life has a fear of water.

Either they refuse to get on the boat, or they go up or vomit and diarrhea. Grom had nothing to do, so the Warsong Clan hid in the dense woods.

In addition, Lao Taizi has a serious shortage of griffins in his hands, and it is not enough to use them as communication soldiers, so how can there be any fixed-point patrols in the wooded area?

Naturally shocked by the discovery that the humans had recaptured the Andorar Territory, Grom planned to intercept McDonald's army.

Who would have thought that someone would be out of the sky.

Play the centipede car formation all the way, play from the Andoral fortress to the east of Lordaeron, and repair the bunker all the way. Cut down all the trees within 200 meters of the road to the left and right of the road to clear the view.

On both sides of the avenue, every 500 meters, there is a three-layer granite covered with stone slurry-shaped bunkers, equipped with two ballistas, and they are especially multi-fired, which is definitely the nemesis of the guerrilla troops.

Disgusting and disgusting!

The orcs didn't know that there was anything more disgusting, the carriage mortar had already been arranged.

It is that untrained horses are easily frightened when they hear the sound of cannons at close range. Due to the progress of training, the number did not increase.

Howling daddy is bitter!

It's not a siege at all.

If McDonalken is allowed to get closer, it will make the two human armies merge, and Grom, who has no choice, can only attack at this time.

The human army is like a group of giant hedgehogs migrating, and when you look at it, you can't see anyone, it's all a centipede cart connected to each other.

The terrain of the Tirisfal Glade is relatively flat, and it is relatively easy to play the chariot, which is already an upgraded version of the Centipede Car.

It is no longer just manpower that drives the car, but also ploughing oxen. The carriage was made on all sides of thick wolf skin with armor made of metal and iron, and the outside was equipped with spikes. The roof of the car is a bed crossbow that can rotate 360 degrees according to the design of a tank gun, not only has a gun shield in front, but also has a metal top cover on the top of the head, and there are fire extinguishing buckets filled with sand and buckets at the feet.

All ballistae were taught how to fight flames with improvised strips of cloth.

Howling dad resents the shamelessness of human beings.

Mai someone is thinking about the armored hero, the blitzkrieg.

For the time being, there is no way, the two groups of dwarves with the highest scientific and technological power in this world are still trapped in the Iron Forge.

The army is slowly approaching!

Against all odds!

The orcs actually slapped a guy with a big voice and roared in the human lingua franca, "Our Warsong Clan Chief Grom Hellroar respects true heroes the most!" I've heard that the leader of your humanity is a true warrior, so let's have a duel between warriors—"

Your sister!

Duel a yarn!

No matter how good McDonald feels about himself, he can't go head-to-head with the roaring father who killed the Abyss Lord Manolos with an axe in history!

You know your own virtues.

With his small body, it's not enough to sharpen the blade of the axe.

On the spot, Madonald's neck shrank slightly.

Of course, if you lose, you don't lose, Mai someone...... Old Husky!

Just when his generals cast their eyes in anticipation, eager to see the famous hero, the god of war of Stratholme, McDonalken, once again exert his might and cut the enemy general under his horse in a heads-up.

Probably the most cowardly boss in the history of Azeroth, he shouted the most righteous words.

"Whew! My Stratholme family has been inherited for 2,800 years, and our ancestors have never seen the so-called warriors who slashed the butcher's knife at the elderly, women and children! Where's the bullshit chief, you deserve to duel with me? Want a duel? Yes, let 10 million orcs commit suicide first! Don't worry—for the sake of being a chief, I'll put your filthy head on top when I go back to build a temple! ”

The orcs on the opposite side were stunned on the spot.

Among the orcs, the strongest warriors always take pride in hunting powerful enemies.

What killed women and children, it was the work of the miscellaneous soldiers.

Ethnic cleansing, orcs are old experts, and they did the same to the Draenei back then.

The orcs instinctively felt that something was wrong, but the other party seemed to have a point.

It is definitely impossible to commit suicide, and the orcs who came to Azeroth, not counting the hangups, are only in their early two millions, and even if they are willing to cut themselves, there are not so many orcs.

Here, the morale of McDonald's subordinates has risen instead of falling.

That's right!

The orcs are slaughtered, what chivalry are we talking about?

The green skins of those dogs are only worthy of hanging southeast branches on their heads.

"That's right! That's right! ”

"What kind of are you? Worthy of a duel with our Lord Stratholme? ”

"You don't deserve it!"

"You don't deserve—"

At first, it was just the human soldiers shouting and scolding in a disorderly manner, scolding and scolding, and they were stunned.

It was the angry scolding of all the people who were united in their hearts.

"You don't deserve it! You don't deserve it! You don't deserve it! ”

The yelling dad over there was shocked, and the other party seemed to have lost his senses. The point is that the morale of the other party is high, and it has only recently broken through the orc army of Andohar.

Because Mai directly sent people to block the Andohar barrier, there were too few orcs who fled back, resulting in a lack of information about Howling Daddy. Daddy Roar really didn't know how this strange army killed nearly 300,000 orcs in the Andohar Command.

This does not prevent Daddy from raising his vigilance to the highest level.

There was no choice but to fight.

"Woooooo The trumpets of the offensive were sounded by the armies on both sides.

Compared to someone's [real * old cow pulling the broken car], the wolf cavalry's offensive was quite fast, and the wolf warrior was driven by the orcs, and the soldiers divided into two ways and went around the two wings of the human car formation.

Daddy was disappointed, and McDonald's three-story car formation surrounded the army.

Cranny? Inexistent!

Daddy Roar could only launch a tentative attack himself, and as soon as he pulled the reins, the wolf immediately understood that he would rush to the left flank, and run a strange diagonal line with variable acceleration.

This way of moving is quite uncomfortable for ballistas.

Traditional ballistae mostly have a fixed angle of fire, and it is difficult to adjust the angle of attack.

However, Mai's design is not traditional.

Thanks to the widespread use of dwarven craft, although human blacksmiths are not as skilled as dwarves, basic operations are still available.

The turret has to be turned, and the soldier only needs to operate the winch.

"Oooo Daddy Roar was attacked on the spot by a cluster attack from three ballista turrets.

A bundle of seven crossbow arrows, three turrets...... Of course, regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, he will paste on his father's face.

I have to say that the heroes in the magical world are outrageous.

A crossbow arrow as thick as a baby's arm really has to hit a person not much worse than a 20mm machine gun, and it is basically half a person who is blown up and turned into a blur of flesh and blood.

The crossbowman was very accurate enough to make at least five crossbow arrows hit, who knew that Daddy Roar rounded the [Blood Roar], and after a brilliant blood-colored arc of light, the crossbow arrows flew so badly that even the wolf was not injured.

The roaring father rushed over and aimed an axe at the chariot.

"Boom!"

The small house-like chariot was blown away, more than three meters above the ground, and fell to the ground in two sections from the middle.

The human crossbowman sitting in the chariot was completely unable to react, and his face was frozen with fear.

Howling dad made persistent efforts, split the second one, and was about to break through the defense line, and three golden fierce men fell from the sky.

Facing the Great Array of the Three Holy Knights, Daddy Roar didn't miss a mouthful of old blood spurting out. He cursed an orc slang, which translates to about—

"Young man, you don't talk about martial arts!"