The ogre race is a testament to the fairness of nature's creations.

Strong physical fitness with a stunted brain is so ferocious that it is cute.

When Tulayan was at war with it, he couldn't help but wonder, are the orcs of the tribe all monsters?

Fighting this kind of thing can still win a big game, and Draenor is a really scary place.

But ridicule aside, standing on a hostile position, Tulayan clearly saw through the ogre's weakness.

There must be a leader.

Ogres with "brains" are terrifying battlefield grinders, but as long as their "heads" are decapitated, it doesn't take a tenth of the battle damage, as long as the alliance's army seems to be more than them, the ogre will collapse, and then chase after it, which is often a big victory.

Although I don't know what the situation of the legendary ogre Golia Empire is, these ogres who have been driven and gathered by the orcs are a group of rabble.

The situation of war has become clearer and clearer.

Victory is within reach.

The orcs tried in vain to drive away the tiger and devour the wolf, but these ogres were just some jackals, as long as they mastered the right way to deal with them, Tulayan had the confidence to talk and laugh and disappear.

And the orc's tortoise shrinkage and obscenity always gave Tulayan a feeling of unsatisfactory.

Unfortunately, with more and more intelligence analysis, Tulayan also understood that it was time to stop.

Seeing the soldiers who rejoiced at the order to retreat, the generals understood that this battle could not be fought.

After three years of fighting on the battlefield, the oldest batch of soldiers have become veteran oilers, and even the "new" soldiers have been fighting on the battlefield of life and death for a year and a half.

Survival, dignity, glory.

As a mortal race, these soldiers did enough to ask for more from them.

Senior generals may understand that cutting grass does not eradicate the roots and regenerate the spring breeze, but for the vast majority of soldiers, crossing the Dark Gate to Draenor is a punitive war.

Now, the Alliance has won, and the Orcs and their monster allies have been crushed by the beaten Heads Rats.

This kind of merit is enough to go back to his hometown and brag to Ah Hua of the village chief's house.

That's it, Carlos is not in a hurry, I am in a hurry.

Although Tulayan is eager to continue fighting, until the orcs run out of ammunition.

But the battlefield is a place that inspires maturity, and Tulayan is no longer the simple BOY he used to be.

War is a continuation of politics, and it is your luck to have Carlos on top, and you can do whatever the commander tells you to do, don't think so much.

The entire army was filled with a jovial atmosphere, with soldiers privately exchanging loot collectibles, quartermasters counting large quantities of captured supplies and recoverable armaments, and certain special divisions and mages frantically looting Draeno native products within the Alliance's de facto control with seemingly energetic soldiers.

Everyone understands that the day is not far off to go home.

The Tanarian jungle is filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Only Carlos was there, and the atmosphere was very solemn.

"Why don't you let me participate?"

Tulayan slapped the table and stood up.

"Because the alliance needs a commander."

Carlos replied calmly.

"You're the generalissimo of the Alliance, I'm ......"

"What are you, what am I, you can't fight me, do you have to say it so clearly?"

"You...... I...... ! ”

"Don't play with the child's temper, look outside, the flowers are blooming, and there is laughter. If something happens this time, how many mothers do you think Dolodanren will lose their sons, how many wives will become widows, and how many children will have to take their father's surname? ”

Everyone else present was pretending to have a beautiful scenery on the ground, and not to get involved in the tearing up of the two most prestigious bigwigs within the alliance army.

Because of the information provided by the bronze dragon Chromie, the mages finally found out that the matter was big.

Legion technology, shocking.

Even the Great Magus of Silver Moon City, whose eyes are above the top, has to admit that the demon's tricks are true Nima's awesomeness.

Completely different from the elf/human magic system, the orc/demon summoning ritual is actually entangled with the Dark Gate through the leylines of Draenor.

If left unchecked, the consequences will be very serious.

No one knows how serious it is, but it's serious anyway.

That's the crux of the matter.

This kind of irresponsible assertion can't be told to the soldiers under him, and it is impossible to even use such inconsistency to ask the noble lords of the Lordaren Alliance for military expenses.

But all those who have a clear understanding of the whole battle situation understand that this is true.

You haven't seen Charizard in your garage, can you assert that Charizard doesn't exist?

This is Azeroth, and Chromie sprays you with ambergris.

It is an open secret that demons have appeared in the northern part of the Tanarian jungle, and the High Elf ancestors of Quel'Thalas, who fought with bayonets against the Burning Legion, have confirmed the existence of demons.

In line with the idea that the dead Dao friends are not dead and the poor Dao is not to mention the bull nose who is stronger than the old man and the master Tai, it is the basic idea of the broad masses of the people to directly sit back and watch the orcs be unlucky.

However, Nao Aozu is awesome, with the coercion and temptation of the legion Taijun above his head, he is playing with moths under the noses of demons and alliances.

The two things that were originally unrelated, the Dark Gate and the Summoning Ritual, were brought together by Nao Zu as a warlock shaman and a double scholar.

In Nao Zu's plan, the alliance attacked the demon ritual sacrifice field, it doesn't matter if you fight to the death, the alliance won, just looking for the demon Taijun to ask for money, food, materials and knowledge, you see, it was your lack of support that the alliance came over; If the Demon Taijun wins, it doesn't matter, use the key in his hand to blow up the dark gate, destroy the summoning ritual through the leyline chain reaction, and ask Draenor who is the lord of the vast land? I'm sick of garlic.

Take advantage of the horizontal and vertical, and do not suffer from the left and right.

Orc brother, steady.

Of course, the alliance can also go back to Azeroth to have children and farm as if nothing happened.

So the whole thing makes a point.

Every Son of the Plane has a screenwriter dad who works at Destiny Studios.

Because it is connected to the ceremonial field where the summoning ceremony is located, the alliance wants to blow up the dark gate, and the technical equivalent of the reserve is not enough.

All the archmage archmage intermediate mage magic apprentices went into battle, using nearly two tons of scratch paper, and the conclusion was that the materials were not enough, and they could not make enough aaaagh large bombs.

Don't talk about Big Ivan, he can't even make a little fat man.

The scene was very awkward for a while.

In the end, it was Chromie who passed on the lessons of life as an elder.

Mountains don't just people, don't people go to mountains?

If you destroy the last Hidden Rune Stone, the mages under your command will not be able to cut off the connection between the summoning ritual and the leylines of the Dark Gate, and then you will casually blow up the door.

Stupid!

And the mage under your command can't do it, you can ask me for help, I can do it.

Nice, fabulous, excellent, quite cromy

Carlos gathered everyone together, not to listen to advice, but to get ready to do something.

"The good news is that the last Hidden Runestone isn't inside the ceremonial arena, it's to the southwest."

Carlos said this, and couldn't help but press his temple.

"The better news is that the demon leader guarding there is a guy known to the demon, so we don't have to bother to collect information."

Carlos faced everyone with a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Overlord, Kazak."