Not every tribal warrior has the title 'Boss' after their name.

After all, not everyone has that talent or situation, and the shadow energy pumped out of Yashaji's heart, after most tribal warriors drank it, changed from a muscle stick to a demonized muscle stick.

Purple crystalline horns sprouted from all parts of his body, and while orcs weren't human-like, history was always strikingly similar.

More than thirty years ago, Garrosh drank the blood of demons, turning his brown-red skin into green skin and gaining strength.

As if reincarnation, this time it was Lao Tzu's turn to smash.

However, it was still the traditional orcs who were making trouble, and none of the orcs present felt that there was anything wrong.

In Naxxramas, a tall, burly green figure appeared beside Duke, his translucent body telling the world of his identity as a Heroic Spirit.

Grom Hellroar, who became the first demonized orc under the spell of Gul'dan.

Duke can do a lot of things, but there are some things that he doesn't want to hide from his own people after all.

Grom's mouth squirmed, and a tear the size of a bean slipped down his rugged cheek. The Horde declared war on the Alliance, and he knew it. When there was no war, he was more of a spectator, quietly watching the development of the Alliance and the Horde.

As a super veteran who has lived through three battles of the Dark Gate, he has seen more and knows more than ordinary orcs. He never considered himself a good father, but he raised Garrosh in the same way that his father had taught him...... If you don't count the more than ten years since the door of darkness was closed.

He used to be proud of his son as the big chief in his heart, but he never thought that it was his son who brought the tribe to this point of no return.

Seeing his son take a path that was almost exactly like him, but easier to destroy the tribe, he was angry and his heart was full of grievances.

But this anger could not be vented, because he was no longer part of the tribe, and he could not even be considered an orc.

After dozens of violent heavings in his chest, Grom finally turned his head away: "I have no opinion. ”

Duke sighed, but lowered his hand heavily.

That was the signal for war.

"Fire!"

"Obey, fire all the guns!"

The orders issued in the alliance command were passed down layer by layer. The once beautiful and peaceful Splendid Valley was immediately devastated for the second time.

"Bang bang bang!" "Boom bang!" The heavy artillery used a shotgun similar to the Type 3 shell. Relatively speaking, the damage caused by such artillery is not too great, and it will be easy to clean up in the future.

At this time, the panda army had already withdrawn, and the tribal soldiers who were still exposed to the ground were suddenly wiped out.

Tribal soldiers who have not been strengthened by the power of the Elder Gods are so vulnerable to modern artillery.

The Alliance's current armor-piercing technology is enough to pierce the scales and thick skin of an adult Twilight Dragon, and the orc soldiers of the tribe are not a problem at all.

Without giving Garrosh a chance to reinforce the army, the alliance directly wiped out all the tribes on the surface with a half-hour shotgun.

This part of the tribe does not represent the whole of it.

For the alliance's shelling, the tribe can be regarded as having been abused out of experience. By the time the cannon's shrill hum sounded, the tribal warriors had already taken cover.

The orcs hadn't learned to hide in craters, they had at least learned to lie down when they were hit by guns. Aside from the best armor of the Professional, there is no metal armor that can help the average orc warrior withstand a direct attack from a cannon of more than 100 mm.

What's more, to the west of this pool of life in the Splendid Valley, it happens to be the excavation site that dug out the heart of the Ashaku. Before they came here, they had all stayed in the underground excavation site, and they knew each other well.

Almost as soon as the cannon sounded, as long as the soldiers who were close to the excavation site hid there, this time, Garrosh saved at least eighty percent of the soldiers.

"Bastard! damn it—" Brain-Dead roared angrily destroying everything he could see, and finally finished venting, his divine logic came to a conclusion: "There are still too few good soldiers! I'm going to fill the skies of Orgrimmar with beams of death, and turn the Alliance's skyships into fireballs in the sky!"

So, he seized the opportunity to let every tribal soldier in the Splendid Valley drink the black water that still had the power of the Asakish. On the other side, waiting for the night to fall, according to the agreement, his fleet of airplanes would come to meet them under the cover of night.

And the alliance does not have any airborne troops, which makes him full of anger and has no place to vent.

Tonight is a good night for smuggling.

The sky was cloudy, and the moonlight was not visible at all.

The horde army fled in the dark, and in order to avoid detection by the Alliance, they did not even dare to light torches.

The scene of them covering their ears and stealing the bell fell into the eyes of the alliance.

When the mage's eye, which is based on the principle of elemental perception, sent back to the headquarters of Naxxramas the sneaky and undeceived images of the tribal army, coupled with the clear display of the movements of the tribal airship on the radar, the usually serious alliance command let out a loud laugh.

"Enough, you little bunnies, whoever dares to laugh again, I'll give him a fisherman's knife, and let him go down to the ground and charge at Garrosh!" Brian Copperbeard quickly shook the agitated group of operators.

Duke in the secret room sat firmly on the Diaoyu Tai, looking at the magic mirror, cross-legged Erlang, swaying.

While knocking melon seeds, he instructed Varian: "See, if I hadn't let these flying ships out in the first place, Brain Roar wouldn't have had a chance to bring back Yashaji's heart." If I don't let these airships take Garrosh's men, then our soldiers will have to follow the pandamen's ass and hunt down the alienated orc warriors across the mountains. ”

Varian nodded.

Even though he has been in the army for many years and has led an army to participate in many major battles such as the Lich King, Varian is still convinced by Duke's approach of taking advantage of the situation, gathering all the victory factors before the start of the war, and directly crushing them after the battle.

This is no longer just the art of conducting.

This is a strategist in the standard concept.

Terrified, the soldiers of the tribe finally returned to their familiar airship. Every soldier had a sense of escape, and the heart hanging high in his chest was finally let go.

Now it's up to the airship team.

They have an almost blind trust in their airship, because they succeeded once, and maybe the second time...... Right?