Chapter 152, Breakout

On the fifth day, corpses were strewn all over the field.

Sarufar and the Inspiration team were on either side of the camp, as if two sharp knives were plowing countless times in the sea of worms. Piles of insect corpses spread all over the surrounding land, scorching under the scorching sun, emitting an unpleasant stench.

And reinforcements are still far away.

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At this time, the Union camp.

The dwarven marshal Bruwall dismissively tossed the scout's report aside, scratched at his bushy beard, and said with a mocking look, "What's that...... Who said they were going to reinforce the tribe just now? ”

On either side of the long table, the officers' eyes glanced at a young human colonel.

"It's me, Your Excellency Marshal. The bugs take the opportunity to attack the tribal camp, and if they succeed, we will be the next target. ”

Bruwal waved his hand impatiently and shouted flatly, "You don't understand. ”

He smashed his mouth, took out a blackened smoking gun from his arms, and taught him a lesson as he smoked, "No one here understands what you said, but if I really give the order to reinforce the tribe, what do you think the soldiers below will think?" ”

The human officer was silent.

"Many of their parents, and even their brothers, died at the hands of the orcs, and now you let them reinforce those greenskins?" The old dwarf marshal's expression became a little silent, and the terrifying sight of the orc army approaching Stormwind City once again appeared in his cloudy eyes, and he continued, "The so-called 'alliance', just talk about it. Hatred is like the snow in Lockmodan, the more it is swept away. ”

The chain of hatred has long been impossible to distinguish who is right and who is wrong.

The old dwarf marshal spat out a large smoke ring, watched with satisfaction the white smoke fill the air, and said slowly in a hoarse voice, "And, the scout told me, a great man has arrived in Silissos. ”

He tapped the ashes in his cigarette gun, his cloudy eyes suddenly sharpened, and a surname slowly spat out in his mouth, "Sarufar, he's coming." ”

The officers in the room all gasped, and even the most calm and calm people couldn't help but be shocked by this shocking news at this time.

"The one...... Is it finally here? ”

"The bugs can't help themselves if they want to win from him."

……

If any warrior, any general, can win the awe of his enemies, and even racial prejudice does not work against him, then it must be piled up with unimaginable feats.

"The latest magical teleportation above, Sarufar, has been chosen as the leader of the Kalimdor Alliance." The old dwarf marshal finally said.

The officers seemed to have been prepared for the news, and while it was a pity that the position could not be filled by the Alliance race, if it were, there was no way to say anything against it.

At this point, almost no one worries about the safety of the tribal camp anymore.

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"We're going to attack, not defend."

In the general's tent, Sarufar pointed to the yellow-brown parchment map and said in a deep voice.

"The bugs' forces to the west and north have weakened, and there's the 'Grave of Gracaron', where dragon bones and rocks can help us block the enemy's magic."

Gracaron is a bronze dragon killed in the Battle of the Quicksands millennia ago, and his massive skeleton and remnants of magic have created a forest of rocks.

"We're sending elite forces over to kill the heads of the bugs."

It was a very simple raid plan, but if it was carried out at the beginning of the war, it would not have succeeded, and the five-day stubborn defense made the Zerg commanders careless, and then weakened the forces in the north and west by deliberately rushing and killing, which created the opportunity for a surprise attack.

This is not a genius strategy, but a battle-hardened general's insight into opportunity.

"Three warriors, I have heard about your deeds, this raid needs your strength, are you willing to serve the tribe?"

Sarufar stared at the three members of the Inspiration Team and said slowly.

"Of course." Li Lian smiled slightly and said.

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An hour later, the action began.

More than a dozen iron-clad chariots drove out from the west side of the camp, and these murderous war machines had been purchased from goblins at a high price, and it was time to use them.

Goblin technology has always been known for being "almost never malfunctioning and can be used with confidence", but probably no race will dare to use it with confidence......

On the bridges of these vehicles, there is a conspicuous red button with an eerie black skull painted on it, and the words "Safe and Secure Acceleration" are also written in the lingua franca next to it.

"Yes, sappers, press that button and help us make a path." Sarufar said in a deep voice, "Loktar warriors. ”

More than a dozen warriors who volunteered to die beat their chests with one fist, glory and death were already a stone's throw away.

"Boom"......

With the press of the button, the rocket ** device mounted on the tail of the tank began to roar, which was equivalent to a normal output of 500 power to propel the vehicle forward rapidly, and along the way, parts continued to break and various debris flew everywhere.

Kindness...... This device is indeed very "safe and secure".

And the silver ramming horn at the front of the chariot easily shredded the insects along the road, and steadily opened the way in the sea of insects.

"Warriors, attack"

Immediately after, a thousand-strong assault team poured out of the camp, easily cleaning up the scattered bugs and heading all the way to the northwest.

A dozen tanks advanced a kilometer before disintegrating with a bang, and the fuel tanks exploded, blasting deep craters in the center of the swarm.

Sacrifice is always inevitable, there is no time to regret it, and glory will be given to his relatives.

Li Lian and Xianzi joined hands to kill the enemy, and the three sharp blades endlessly harvested the lives of the insects.

Killing itself is as addictive as alcohol and tobacco, and the desire to kill is the necessary basis for human beings to complete their hunting activities.

The bloodthirsty imprint is already engraved in the depths of the blood, and it is difficult to erase it.

The movements of the people are graceful and fast, and the long hair like a waterfall spins and flies in the air, making people dizzy. Clear and beautiful, always with a light smile on the corner of her mouth, in the blink of an eye, harvesting all enemies.

Her sword became more and more wonderful, every swing, every thrust, became full of rhythm, the Nine Yin True Qi was endless, and the cycle of life and death did not leak.

In the distance, a line of Twilight cultists joined the siege, and various magical arrows flew in.

The toes of the people touched the ground, and they swept out more than ten meters in an instant, and then the two swords opened, like a big net, capturing all the magic arrows.

Just as soon as you touched, shake, and picked, those magic arrows bounced back at a faster speed.

At this time, Tsukiko's control of energy attacks is no longer inferior to physical attacks

Sarufar glanced at the man, he was on the other side, and with a savage sweep of the giant axe in his hand, he directly blew the magic arrow away.

Those Twilight believers were only one volley before they were swept into the flock by Li Lian and the Battle Ghost Tiger, and they were all killed in a few breaths.

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