In the past few years, the Dragonthroat Clan has been recuperating, but they have never relaxed themselves. As the orcs realize the importance of the Crystal Island.

The Dragon's Throat Clan has even established a base over there, and after becoming the Black Dragon's Lair, it is even more important than ever. In the last life, the people of Azeroth only knew about the land race of Draenor. Nothing is known about their oceans.

That's because of the explosion of Draenor, all but the important land mass turned into cosmic dust. In fact, in the depths of Draenor, there is a powerful race that dominates the seas and constantly threatens the coastal areas of Draenor.

These dangerous and powerful creatures are known as sea trolls, and these creatures are powerful in combat. In recent years, the Dragonthroat Clan has regarded returning trolls as the object of military training to maintain the bloodiness and combat effectiveness of orcs.

To be fair, Brad has put a lot of effort into the Dragon's Throat Fortress today. The tribe still likes to use campfires for lighting, and the orcs have electricity in their homes, but most of them still prefer campfires and braziers.

Only the outside of Dragon's Throat Fortress was lit up all day, especially in the square, where the red and yellow lights of the brazier and the bright moonlight in the sky were combined, and Brad's eyesight was not affected in the slightest.

In fact, Brad is most concerned about the musketeers and mechanical troops in the hunter legion, and the orcs are more resistant to muskets and machines due to their orc personality.

Even if the female chief tried her best to change, it was too far behind the Jasper Collar Headquarters. There were few responses. Orcs are too self-referential to be interested in this kind of engineering thing.

As a last resort, the lowest orc laborers of the Dragonthroat Clan accepted this form. Brad's first request to the Dragonthroat Clan was to dismantle the system of hard labor.

Corresponding engineering technician. And all kinds of infrastructure construction has become the work of the original hard labor. Later, Brad had the sheikhs set up a mechanical and musket unit. True Dragonthroat warriors have few responders.

The female chieftain had no choice but to requisition the emancipated laborers. In this way, the orc laborers were selected to join the regular army, and the mechanical unit was initially formed.

Orc hard labor is to improve their status. However, they were shocked by the power of the machine after contact, and trained hungrily under the shadow training brought in by the Jade Leader.

They looked forward to the day when they would shock the warriors who stood tall in the sky, and then the opportunity they had been waiting for came. The sea trolls' trial was their turn.

The orcs of the Dragonthroat Clan withdrew from the war too early, and they had never really seen the Jasper Collar mechanical troops in full swing, and even the female chieftain who did what Brad asked was apprehensive. So, the powerhouse of the Dragonthroat Clan. And the main regiments of the various corps were all swept in the rear of the mechanized troops. Fear that in case of failure, there is a chance to remedy.

However, in this battle, they only knew what it meant to sit in a well and watch the sky. The sea trolls are very powerful, no worse than the soldiers of the Dragonthroat Clan. If it weren't for the restrictions on where the sea trolls could stay on land, and the soldiers of the Dragonthroat Clan were well-equipped, then recruiting the sea trolls would not be a trial, but a drain of their own troops.

This time, the sea trolls came with extra ferocity. The various legions in the rear were all nervously preparing to join the battle. However. This battle, which was supposed to be a massacre, completely turned their understanding of war on its head.

When the sea trolls were discovered, the mechs launched their artillery. Sea trolls have not seen this either, and they usually assemble on the distant surface of the sea, then charge the coast en masse, and then return to the sea after a raid.

Today, however, they have just assembled. An earth-shattering roar resounded across the coast. After the loud bang. Huge shells exploded in the sea and huge columns of water turned blood-red. Dancing in the waves of the sky were countless severed limbs and stumps.

After just three rounds of attacks, the sea had turned blood-red, and large swaths of corpses were floating. The hellish scene not only scares the sea trolls and the main forces of the Dragonthroat Clan's legions watching the battle, but also the mechanical forces of the initiators. Although they have been trained very skillfully and know that the power is huge, it is the first time that it has been applied to actual combat.

It took a long time for the sea trolls to react, and they began to rush towards the shore like crazy. This time they were greeted by a dense barrage of bullets.

Pieces of sea trolls fell, no matter how the sea trolls attacked, they just couldn't get to the shore, and finally the sea trolls frantically attacked the coast for more than four hours before retreating. This battle completely established the position of the Mechanical Legion in the Dragonthroat Clan.

And the other legions, which did not regard them as regular armies, regretted that their bowels were even green, but now it was too late.

In the end, it is impossible to count the exact number of kills, but it will definitely be several times the number of the mechanical legion itself. What shocked them even more was that except for a few who were slightly injured by firearms accidents, no one was killed in normal battles.

Then it became fashionable to want to join the mech, but Brad gave them limited indicators. It's a magical world where muskets and machines are powerful, but they also have great limitations. Multi-class cooperation is king.

Just for the rest of the places, the various legions fought, and the female chief flew to the end of the boss to get this thing done. After that incident, it was at that time that Lubos began to hate all kinds of mechanical products and became obsessed. Later, he simply led a motorcycle patrol team to patrol the periphery of the territory all day long, in fact, hunting, to relieve boredom.

Brad looked at the military vehicles interspersed in the military formation, and finally nodded with satisfaction, there were not enough military vehicles, so the rush was too slow. Once again, the sheikh's ability was proven, and it was completely beyond Brad's expectation that a makeshift engineer could achieve this without any foundation.

Brad raised his hand, and the voice of the high priest chanting below suddenly stopped. Although Brad was often absent, all the Dragonthroat Orcs knew that all their changes were due to the High Priest. Every time the High Priest returns, it brings about a drastic change in the clan.

"Warriors of the Dragonthroat Clan, this time I came back to bring war. And you will leave the Dragon's Maw Fortress and go with me. Brad continued, "Naozu is our Great Shaman, but now he has gone mad and lost his nature. Forbidden spells are being used to attempt to summon the Dark Star. Perhaps you don't know what happened, but Naozu has paid a terrible price for his ambitions. The Horde again failed with heavy losses. Naozu did not dare to fight with it and fled. Now he is trying to use the Dark Star to destroy the Miè world. Warriors of the Dragonthroat Clan, Shadowmoon Valley is not only the place of the Shadowmoon Clan, but also our home. You say, 'What are we going to do?' ”

"Kill, kill, kill, kill!"

The Dragonthroat Clan's frantic screams broke the silence of the night sky. In addition to not wanting Naozu to destroy their homeland, it was more of a violent desire to fight, and they hadn't really fought for a long time. Now with the answer of the high priest, the blood ignited in an instant.

Looking at the frantic crowd below, the female chief was very glad that she hadn't turned her face. Otherwise, even if Brad values his abilities, he will definitely kill himself. And his own death will not have any value.

"Old chief, high priest, may your soul watch over us at the Holy Mountain. For the sake of the glory of the Dragonthroat Clan, you can only give up your hatred. And even if I resist, I can't change anything, you can rest assured, I will protect the dragon's throat with my life, and I will make amends to you after I die in battle. ”

The sheikh also raised her tomahawk and screamed loudly.

Brad raised his hand again, waited for the scene to fall silent, and said loudly, "There are enough guards left in our homeland, then, warriors, let's go now." ”

With Brad's words, the orcs began to rumble into the car, and the engine of the military vehicle also sounded.

The military vehicles formed a long line on the wide dragon's throat avenue, and all the soldiers clutched their weapons excitedly. However, in the Dragon's Throat Square, a passionate war song sounded, and with the rhythm of the Split-Hoof Cowhide War Drum, all the orc blood also boiled. This is a war song left behind by the campfire in the square to see off the soldiers of the expedition, praying for their triumphant return.

Somewhere in the northern part of Shadowmoon Valley, the Draenei are in a frantic hurry. Irel rode a war elephant and hurried frantically at the front of the group.

With an anxious look on her face, after a moment she put down the communication and said, "We still have to hurry, the shape is getting more and more unfavorable, I'm afraid the teacher won't last long." ”

"The leader actually wants us to retreat to the Storm Fortress, this is ......" Marrad's face also turned ugly, indicating that the shape shì is not ordinary.

"What the hell is Lord Brad doing, Sister Aurelia, you really don't know what he's doing?" Irel asked anxiously.

Aurelia shook her head and said, "I really don't know, I don't think I need to hide anything from you. ”

"Aren't you worried that Brad guy will let you die yourself?" Marlad endured it and said it.

"Then I'll go and die." Aurelia was also very upset with this guy's several provocations and discords, and didn't give him any good looks.

"I'm sorry, Sister Aurelia, that's his character, he has a stinky mouth, don't worry about it." Irel quickly explained.

"Brad has said many times, don't get angry with irrelevant passers-by, but unfortunately my kung fu is not at home." Aurelia said lightly: "I already said, Brad must have gone to find reinforcements." As the commander here, you should take it easy. You should learn from Bled. ”

Irel frowned and said, "Now in this situation, how can I get up easily." ”

Malrad said: "Learn from him, learn from him to make his own woman power forward at this time, learn from him to giggle all day long and not do right? ”

Aurelia didn't bother to talk to Marrad and said, "Irel, do you know what is the most important thing for a leader or commander? ”…… (To be continued......)