The wilderness hills north of the Fallen Blade Temple were covered with dense corpses.

There are more than 5,000 centaurs in the prime of life, all of whom are strong and strong, and the blood banner soldiers with bright armor and armor. They are arguably Orgrimmar's most organized army, the Order's armed forces under the bloodthirsty king Parkens. Well-equipped, officers and front-line non-commissioned officers had metal chain mail that covered their bodies, broadswords, and sharp rifles. In Orgrimmar's community, which is infinitely close to primitive times, it is almost impossible to complete this level of armament by smashing the pot and selling iron. Most of these centaur soldiers were well-trained and had high morale - and it was not surprising that even cults with flawed doctrines had been fearless at the core of cults so far - and yet, now, these 5,000-odd centaur warriors, perhaps the only remaining seeds of the Blood Bannermen, were now all corpses. It is said that they fought to the last man, and not one of them surrendered and none of them fled.

Perhaps, it is precisely because he is a hopeless fanatic that he does not regard life and death at all like this. If it is in a normal cold-weapon battlefield, these soldiers who are not afraid of death can probably become the core support of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of troops, and play the role of the whole army's dependence. Unfortunately, their undying battle did not cause any fluctuations in their enemies, and it was about the same as allowing twenty divergent Reaper cannons to plow a few more rounds of artillery fire in their formation.

As a result, this group of centaur blood banner troops who launched a dense charge against the army formation of the Fourth Army was first blocked by a dense volley of guns, and could not rush at all, and then was fired by several rounds of artillery in succession. Naturally, his death was quite miserable, and he could hardly find a slightly embarrassed corpse. It's as if you've been set on fire by a transcendent top-tier spellcaster with strategic-level destruction magic.

The El Alamein Troll Legion, consisting of 1,500 Mountain Troll Raiders and 5,000 Plains Troll Hunters and Warriors, is another major force in the Orgrimmar Order's armament. Its name is in honor of Alaman, the best friend of the Bloodthirsty King Perkens in the Age of Mythology, the god of berserk and the patron saint of goblins, kobolds, and trolls. Of course, like his good friend Pakens, this ancient god is also a subordinate god of Ragbar, one of the three demon kings, the god of tyranny and servitude.

Fifteen hundred mountain trolls are the backbone of the troll army, plus physical output. This creature, which can be compared to the most powerful subspecies of giants, can easily break through an array a hundred times its own once it carries its own large-sized blades, even the most rudimentary log stick. You know, his vitality is tenacious than that of a cockroach, and his fur is ten times stronger than a wild boar covered in ten layers of mud. He can take hundreds of arrows as if nothing happened, and even if his head is cut in half, he will not necessarily die, and if he is lucky, he may be able to grow a new one.

Lu Xi has always felt that it is not too scientific for a guy with such strong combat power, such a big body, and a guy who eats everything, to have such a strong vitality. Believe it or not, this species already exists. Their IQ is indeed not high, and they are only as strong as beasts, at most at the level of a three- or five-year-old bear child - of course, if they grow a second head, they will become a superbly gifted spellcaster, but this probability is infinitely equivalent to a million jackpots - it is because of this simplicity that they are not afraid of death, and they are inherently invincible stormtroopers.

However, these behemoths that can be shot into hedgehogs with bows and arrows as if nothing happened, and even if they are stabbed in the heart by a horse reject, they are first shot in the head with rifled guns by elven hunters from a long distance - even if they are really lucky enough to die, they must be frozen for a long time - and then at close range, they are bombarded and fired by dwarves and human gunners with shotguns and smoothbore guns alternately. Not to mention trolls, even dragons, if they are torn to pieces by such firepower, it will probably be difficult to come back to life. And in such a situation, the Plains Troll Hunters, who are good at throwing javelins close to the enemy under the cover of their own brothers, are now really difficult to get close to the enemy.

The trolls and centaur legions, which were the core combat power, were hit head-on, so the armies of goblins and kobolds who were used to make up the numbers were naturally blinded. Although they have reached at least more than 100,000 people, as long as they are normal people, they can't pay much attention to their combat effectiveness, and a large number of people have died in front of the shield walls of dwarves and humans, but they have never been able to make any decisive progress. When the knights of Auckland split into two lines, attacking from behind and from the right, the mighty goblins and kobolds became the biggest pig teammates of the orc army. They scattered and fled, disrupting the ranks of the rest of the orc clans, causing more and more chaos. And we all know that the most favorite target of artillery is the confused, confused, dizzy, and crowded enemy.

As a result, after a few rounds of artillery fire, the orc army, which was already a ragtag, naturally fell into a situation where the whole army was scattered. And the infantry of humans, dwarves, and elves also began to move forward, reaping the lives of the enemy army step by step.

Private Mundsen plunged his spear into the throat of an orc, then pulled it out with all his might. This was the second enemy he had killed today, and for an ordinary soldier, such a record was actually quite good. He watched as the enemy, who was a head taller than himself and a whole circle stronger than himself, fell to the ground clutching his fatal wounds, and although he was exhausted and panting, he could not hide the excitement and sense of accomplishment in his heart. Then, the most ordinary spearman of the Fourth Legion, looked at the battlefield around him, and watched his comrades chase rabbits like rabbits to cover up the orcs who had completely lost the will to fight, and there was always a little unrealistic unreality.

You know, more than half a year ago, he was just the youngest son of a farmer's family, because his parents died, the eldest brother inherited the family's small farm, he is not like he has been under the fence of his brother's home all his life, so he and a few fellow villagers left the remote island that he had never left in his life, looking for life. However, he never thought that he would become a soldier, and in the more than 20 years of his previous life, the biggest animal he had ever killed was a duck. It's like an adult orc, even if it's only ten meters away from him, he can already be scared of his soul.

However, now, with the cooperation of his comrades-in-arms, he can send the spear into the opponent's vital point with steady movements, not only does his heart not fluctuate, but he even feels that this is his career......

"Life changes people" is such a philosophical statement, Mondson naturally can't say it without reading a book. However, he is now enjoying the feeling very much. By the standards of the Cold Weapon Era, whether it is skills, mentality, or combat record, he can be regarded as the best elite soldier.

Of course, this young private is still a mortal after all, and there is still a certain gap between him and the old fritter who has really experienced a hundred battles, and he was in a daze while panting, not realizing that a plain troll next to him who was not yet dead was half of his body, holding his throwing gun and wanting to sneak attack.

"Phew!" Crisp gunshots rang out beside him.

The troll's head exploded into a mist of blood, and at this time it was really dead and could not die again.

"Mondsham! You want to die, you idiot! A soldier in a simple armor ran up to him and cursed loudly.

The private, who woke up like a dream, hurriedly thanked the other party, but did not hide his envious gaze. The other party only wore a leather armor and cloth robe, which seemed to be a lot more powerful than himself wearing leather chain mail, with a short sword and a spear, but all the soldiers of the Fourth Legion now knew that the "big iron pipe" in their hands was much more powerful than a suit of armor and a stainless steel sword. The armor-clad crowd holding this thing is completely a symbol of the "elite ace of the legion".

…… Of course, why this thing is so powerful, Private Mondson doesn't know if he hasn't read a book. All he knew was that Rabbit, a fellow countryman who came out with him, had become a member of the Great Iron Pipe Soldiers, and that he was the most ordinary spearman.

"Don't think about it!" Rubit triumphantly patted the guide gun in his hand: "This thing is a precious thing, not for you rough idiot!" ”

"Aren't you a blacksmith in your family, and you have the money to study in the Templar for two years, what's the ...... Well, it's a little bit better than me. Mondson was a little unwilling, but he also had to admit that Rabit, who was the head of a bear child of the same age in his hometown village, was indeed a little bit stronger than himself.

"I've killed two orcs and a troll!" Mondsen said with his head held high. In fact, the troll was killed by him and his teammates, and the head was eventually counted on the head of the non-commissioned officer who led the team. However, even if it is the record of two orcs, it is enough for him to blow for a lifetime.

"Hmph, I killed at least five Centaur Blood Banner soldiers plus three mountain trolls!" Rabitt patted his guide gun, condescending and dismissive. Of course, this is actually bragging, but it sounds more convincing.

"See that troll over there, right? Two heads, clad in armor, and holding a staff, must be a big man! Follow me! Rabitt filled his rifle with bullets and greeted his hair like this: "Kill him, I'll count you four...... No, a third of the credit, right? ”

"That's such a big guy! How much money you get for killing! The private looked at a target a hundred meters away from him, and couldn't help but leave his saliva behind.

“…… The key is promotion, promotion! You just think about the bounty, and you won't be able to make a profit in this life! The lead gunner looked at his hair with hatred, and once again felt a sense of superiority in the pattern and vision. He also hadn't read much, and he didn't realize that in the past battlefields, such a two-headed troll spellcaster was almost a creature of another dimension compared to ordinary creeps. Even if hundreds of people rush up, they may be sent to death. But now, the guide gun in his hand actually gave him such confidence (or illusion) - he was an ordinary person who was an apprentice blacksmith more than half a year ago, but now it is actually possible to kill a talented spellcaster.

It doesn't matter if it's faith or delusion. When this fact has already happened, the world is changing. It's just that few people would have realized this at the time.

Before the Sharpshooter Rubbitt and the Spearman Mondsson could save the two-headed troll, who was quickly cut down by several skateboard-whizzing battle golems, and then chopped into meat sauce by the soldiers who pounced on them. Even if there are three more heads, they will definitely never survive again. At this time, there was a sudden sound of assembly trumpets behind him, which was an order to stop the pursuit of the whole army. Of course, in order to make the soldiers understand more clearly, the herald simply stood on the large puppet, walked around the battlefield, and loudly transmitted the orders from the commander to all sides!

"The whole army stops pursuing! Stop the pursuit! The herald shouted loudly.

In fact, even a minute before the rallying cry sounded, cheers like this echoed across the battlefield.

"Centaur Blood Banner! We captured the centaur's blood flag, ahahaha! ”

"This is the Khan of the Iron Claw Clan, right? Khan Mora of the Ironclaw Clan? I've killed Iron Claw! ”

"Report to the Commander that the enemy generals whose corpses can be identified so far include the Khan of Iron Claw, Flying Fang, Black Fist, and Iron Fang, Grand Master of the Blood Banner Regiment, Tynabers, Grand Master of the Aranman and Earth Spirit Shaman Doer, and Minotaur Earth Spirit Shaman Lambert......"

Well, the battle has come to this point. The big fish that should be caught are indeed almost caught, and there is really no need to continue to waste physical strength and have to kill all the kobolds and goblins.

On the other side, the complacent Lu Xi looked at the battlefield that was already no longer in suspense, looked at the numbers in the experience pool, and once again understood the temptation of the "war dividend". He thinks that in the future, he may have to maintain the will and moral standards of the TG (generation) level to not become a warmonger.

"Congratulations, Your Excellency, you have won again!" Aemon, riding on his own unicorn? Deputy Commander Wilanbat raised his head and congratulated Lu Xi - no way, although the unicorn under his crotch was tall, it was half a cut short compared to the race Fleur that Lu Xi was riding now, and he could only raise his head and speak.

"No, it's our victory! Your Excellency Wilambart, we're almost going to work in the country, right? At least one Silver Meteor medal can be applied for for each officer, and as for the two of us, uh, plus Rudolph, we may be able to add an extra star to our shoulders when the day we set foot on the Golden Horde. ”

A general under the age of twenty-two? Who can believe it? Even your demonic teacher became an archmage at the age of twenty-five, and only then did he get the rank of marshal of the reserve! Although Daddy Seaweed inevitably slandered in his heart, he had to admit that what the other party said actually had a great chance of happening, and he was so inexplicably about to reach the peak of his career.

You know, to be the deputy of Belencaster Jr. is a balance and compromise of federal political forces, Eamon? Wielanbart is even ready to be a punching bag.

"After this battle, the orcs will no longer be able to organize a force of size to threaten us within three months. Therefore, Lord Wilanbat, during this time I would like you to choose a suitable place in the Belka Valley to build a castle as a possible future garrison for our country. ”

"Garrison?" He was slightly stunned.

"This is more suitable for grabbing national interests than the occupation after complete extinction." Lu Xi smiled: "If you don't understand, you can discuss it with your brother, our new Speaker Turner." He'll get what I mean. ”

Uncle Seaweed glanced at Lu Xi deeply, revealing a peculiar smile and bowing slightly.

"In addition, we will do our best to collect the livestock left behind by the orcs and clear all the remnants of the army. Of course, the dwarves, elves, and Oakland's allies will probably go out of their way to scrape the ground, and the mines, herbs, and even the remains of the Gelsa will be the ones they will clean up. However, they deserve it, and we don't have to be greedy. Be sure to restrain your soldiers, there's no need to get into trouble with your allies because of this! ”

"Xia Guan understands! Please rest assured. ”

Of course, Lu Xi was very relieved. The old men of the Violet family are all political animals, and they are actually the most handy in handling this aspect of affairs.

"Then, at the latest, I will arrive at the end of the summer with the southern cluster across the Mubohair! When the time comes, let's end Orgrimmar's fortune together. Lu Xi said.

"May the guidance of the Holy See, the goddess of wisdom and war, be with you!"

Lu Xi, who has talked and laughed face-to-face with Sister Pallas, and she also left a memorial on her forehead, said that not only the goddess of war and wisdom, but all the beautiful big sisters in the sky are guiding her.

"Wait a minute, Parkens, we're going to have a break this year!"