The Northern Kingdoms have been very pleasantly surprised lately.

Although they still can't pull this face to join the alliance and become an ordinary member state, for the sake of being humans, the Stormwind Kingdom is still willing to provide them with a large number of bombs produced by gnomes and disposable long-range rocket launchers.

These arms and materials, which were sold to the northern countries at cost price, were successfully transported to the coastal dock ports in the north of the continent by Kurtiras, a sea courier brother, and Lordaeron naturally bought the lion's share, and immediately distributed them to the troops at all levels who were fighting with the orc tribes on the front line.

The old king of Terenus took out the money and scolded the Stormwind Kingdom and Ryan Urion for the boy who didn't have the same hair.

Our northern kingdoms are fighting bloody battles with the orc tribes, and your alliance is enjoying life in the south, and now you are seizing the opportunity to make a fortune in war, it's shit! shameless! obscene! degenerate! inhuman!

Dwarves and gnomes aren't a good thing either, the heels behind the two Storm Kingdoms.

Lordaeron is very clear about this, the Stormwind Kingdom dominates the military alliance of the Alliance, and the Night Elves on the other side of the sea are not very interested at all, and the group of dead house chiefs only care about when their Titan Gods will return to the continent of Kalimdor.

So let's let us old guys put down our bodies and obey your orders, Lane, a boy who hasn't even grown his hair, how is it possible!

Silverpine Forest, the front line of the Shadowfang Castle War.

Uther and Tulayan were inspecting the trenches when they noticed that overnight, a long iron pipe had been planted behind the back of the soldiers on the position, and many round gray bombs were piled up in the trenches.

"These are the gnome bombs and bazookas provided by the Alliance, are these things useful to orcs?" Tulayan curiously fiddled with a large bomb in his hand.

Uther nodded, "That's right, it seems that a batch of dwarfs from Ironforge was urgently made, and it was directly loaded onto the ship, but I always felt that these bombs were dangerous... Is it my delusion?"

As he spoke, Uther suddenly noticed that the dwarf label on one of the bombs was a little sticky, so he tore off the label, revealing a goblin head with a smirking expression that had been blocked inside.

"Okay... Now the sense of foreboding is even stronger. ”

However, there was no time for Uther to ponder, as a new assault from the orc army had arrived.

The human soldiers hid in the trenches of the defensive line, pulled the long iron pipe out of their backs and held it on their shoulders, watching nervously as the orc warriors roared and charged towards their positions.

According to the enclosed instruction manual... Ahem, judging from the note, this strange thing called a bazooka, the effective firing distance is 500 meters.

And 500 meters can be completed in less than a minute for orc warriors.

Seeing that the orc army was within effective distance, Lordaeron's soldiers pressed the big red button on the bazooka handle.

A huge flame erupted from the long iron pipe, and then the long, sharp object in the iron pipe roared towards the orc with a tail flame.

The orcs thought it was something like a bow and crossbow arrow, so they continued to charge while raising their wooden shields in their hands to defend themselves.

Soon, the rockets came into close contact with the orc's shield, slammed into each other, and then...

Rumble!

The orc warriors who charged at the forefront were instantly blown into countless pieces of minced meat, and even the orcs with a large area behind them were also blown up with blurred flesh and blood, missing arms and legs.

The Horde army's offensive slowed down, and chaos began.

Uther was greatly excited when he saw this, he didn't expect that these things, which looked like useless iron rods, could be so lethal.

"Everyone, keep firing bazookas, the reserves are ready to drop bombs!"

Behind the tribal formation, Orgrim stared at the situation on the front line with a frown, the kind of long-range weapon that the human army suddenly used to explode was too great a casualty for the orcs.

He saw with his own eyes that a Death Knight had rushed to the human position, only to be shattered by a large number of round iron balls thrown by the human soldiers.

This is the first death knight to die in battle, and in the past, they fought with the paladin, and even if they couldn't fight, it was still no problem to run.

But in this situation, the Death Knight was not given any chance to run at all, and after a big explosion, not even the minced meat could be found.

Orgrim was not a reckless man, he was not like the previous Great Chieftain, who would only rush when something happened, so the tribal army began to change its strategy and began to shoot at the human army.

The humans bombarded the orcs' positions with bazookas, and the orcs used their strong arms to shoot a flood of arrows into the human battle line.

"Where is Gul'dan, where is he, the tribe needs the power of a warlock now!" Orgrim snarled as he turned to the Clan of Warsong's Clan, Grom Hell, beside him.

"I don't know, it seems to have disappeared a few days ago, and the last news is that I went to Hillsbrad Hills. ”

"This sinister, cunning, honorless warlock, ought to kill them all!" Orgrim snapped, disgusted with Gul'dan.

Bad news is still coming.

Soon after, the Death Knights under Talon Bloodfiend also mysteriously vanished, and Orgrim angrily smashed several tables and benches.

"Report, Great Chief, bad news!"

"What's going on?" said Orgrim, sitting in the central tent with the other Chieftains, looking at the herald scouts.

"The latest scout information, Talon * Blood Demon returned to the Cursed Land in the south of the continent with all the Death Knights, and has now passed through the Dark Gate and returned to the world of Draenor, and let the Blood Ring Clan who was guarding there completely close the Dark Gate according to the method left by Gul'dan, and the Blood Ring Clan has also gone back with him!"

"Ahhhhh

The situation is starting to be critical, the Dark Gate is closed, the Horde has no follow-up reinforcements, and after the loss of Gul'dan, no one knows how to reopen the Dark Gate, and now that this treacherous sorcerer has suddenly disappeared, it must be too...

"Report, found the trail of Guldan, he led all the remaining warlocks to board the ship in the ruins of Nanhai Town and go to sea, and he is missing!"

Ogrim felt dizzy at the words, slowly sat back on the stool, and took a deep breath.

What does Gul'dan want to do?

Heading south to the sea, what is there in the south that is worth making this scheming old warlock openly abandon the Horde?

But it doesn't matter, the tribe is sliding into the abyss of defeat step by step, and there are no other hole cards in their hands except for the black and red dragons that are constantly hatching and training.

How do we continue on the road ahead?

Orgrim found himself desperate for guidance from the shaman, who had long since been abandoned by the tribe.

But the tribe itself abandoned the power and glory of their ancestors, and the ancestors no longer sheltered and guided them.