In the imagination of the brain-dead roar, this group of 300,000 orcs can buy him at least half a year. At the beginning, the Twilight Fortress controlled by Gugar was not afraid of fire or trebuchet, and it could only be filled with human life.

The tribe was conquered when the bones of the Horde warriors filled every twisting branch of the fortress and the Twilight cultists didn't even have time to clean up the corpses.

After all, the Forsaken were still members of the tribe at the time, and Garrosh ordered Dranosh to resurrect every tribal warrior who died in battle, and fight for the tribe one more time.

Sadly, the brain-dead roared at the lack of wisdom that limited his imagination. He couldn't have imagined that the alliance would have such a big bomb.

Street fighting?

There are no drops!

As a last resort, who would let the soldiers fight in the narrow passages of the fortress.

That's a standard one-man affair.

Even if the alliance newly added a large number of pandaren warrior monks, it could not be consumed like this.

"If you can solve it with bombs, don't give me infantry. Our justice and strength exist only within the range of artillery. That's what Duke instructed.

The Alliance destroyed the Twilight Fortress with a bomb, causing the orcs to have a psychological collapse of faith.

Originally, when Naxxramas, who seemed to cover the entire heavenly dome, came to the sky above the fortress, most of the orc defenders already felt bad.

When the fortress collapsed, the orcs, known for their courage, actually appeared as deserters. Countless orc soldiers ran out of their hiding bunkers or wooden towers, screaming and fleeing in all directions to the west, just to stay out of the blast.

It's a bit late!

The bunkers closest to the fort were all affected. Keep in mind that the Twilight Fortress is not a fortress in the traditional sense, it was built by the Gugar with the Heavenly Earth Element from the Deep Rock Continent.

The purity and content of its earth elements are far beyond the imagination of mortals.

The tribe didn't know that such a strong fortress actually needed a lot of earth elements to replenish on a daily basis. As Nesario cooled down, the Stone Mother Sera Zane had already secretly removed a lot of the earth elemental from the Twilight Fortress.

This makes Twilight Fortress more like an empty shelf.

It is said that it is an empty shelf, and the quality of the fortress and the volume of the stone are placed there.

When it was blown up, the effect caused by the fall of this terrifying fortress more than 100 meters high was simply at the level of a landslide.

Within 100 meters of the fortress, all the orcs were buried alive, and the flames of the explosion were affected within a kilometer range. If you are close, even if you hide in the bunkers and bunkers, as long as you are not completely isolated from the flames, you will immediately be burned into char by the pervasive waves of fire.

Those who are far away are also burned by the waves of fire.

After dropping the bomb and doing a simple battle damage assessment, Naxxramas left directly. Heading northeast, it was to join up with Dalaran for another show at Orgrimmar.

As for cleaning the battlefield, there is no need for it. Excavation methods in the traditional sense are too time-consuming and labor-intensive.

In addition to the Alliance infantry, there is a vassal race that cleans the battlefield very cleanly, and that is the Qila Worms. Whether it's the son of the burrower Oro or the burrowing worm, they are the best choice for enemies underground.

There are some things that are not allowed to be carried out by the main forces of the alliance for a reason.

The orcs of the Twilight Fortress are not yet alienated, and they are ready to slaughter, especially ordinary human soldiers, and there are always some virgin-type guys jumping out. The bug Dafa is good, and if something happens, a certain leader of the bug will take the blame.

It's really urgent, so let's just say that it's not strict. A Zerg leader seppuku apologizes or something.

Anyway, the most important thing in the Qila Worm Empire is the Twin Emperors. The emperor is fine, it doesn't matter how many bugs die below.

In the whole barren land, there were almost no tribal refugees, and all the refugees fled to the vicinity of Orgrimmar.

The rest is nothing more than the cannon fodder that the brain-dead roar is trying to use to delay the alliance.

Bunkers and small and medium-sized fortresses are scattered throughout the barren land. This will not be the target of a major player such as Naxxramas. The alliance, which already had detailed information, dispatched detachments of different sizes to sweep up the target according to the size of each target, and arranged mobile forces to respond.

"Bang!" Amid the roar of cannons, one fortress after another was blown into the sky.

If there were no splatters of flesh and stumps, in the eyes of the League soldiers, this would be the simplest live-fire training.

You must know that during the training, in order to simulate the shelling environment in the strong wind, the alliance deliberately let the captains of each training ship drive the ship as if they were drunk, and all kinds of large shaking and tilting.

However, the standard of the alliance is to hit no less than 30% of the shells within a radius of 100 meters of the target area at a distance of 5,000 meters.

Even if there are all kinds of auxiliary equipment, the shelling feel can only be fed with a large amount of live fire training.

Over the Barrens...... The wind force is often only 1 or 2. Dry terrain, good views, and not very windy. This is typically easier to practice than to train.

The alliance destroyed the strongholds of the tribes from all fronts. Every tribesman could clearly feel Duke's large, invisible hands, stuck in their necks, just to see when they would burst their throats and deliver a fatal blow.

The alliance's unsparing strangulation intensified the panic of the tribe.

More than a million tribesmen and soldiers gathered at the gates of Orgrimmar, shouting for enter. In their hearts, only Orgrimmar, the great city with its high walls and never falling, is the only safe haven.

It was at this point that Garrosh made a terrible decision.

"Close the gates, and kill everyone, whether Alliance or Horde, with bows and ballistas that come within range of the walls. ”

"What? they're all people of the tribe!"

"Click!", the head of the opponent was pinched and exploded by the big chief with one hand on the spot.

Garrosh's distorted countenance is the most terrifying of hideous.

"The great Orthodox tribe does not need those who are weak. Orcs have been like this for hundreds of millions of years. I am not a weak Sal and will not waste useless food and resources on the weak. Clans that don't have the ability to throw themselves into the wilderness and wait for death. It's no wonder that they have a weak chieftain, or that they haven't been able to inherit a strong bloodline. Hahaha!"

Vulgar, brutal, but telling the truth.

For 10,000 years, orcs have been carrying out the most brutal elimination. If you can't fight in a group, you won't get the best hunting ground. Without good hunting grounds, there won't be enough prey to survive the harsh winter. If you can't survive it, you will either destroy other clans and seize resources, or you will die tragically under the ferocity of nature.

This is the traditional orc, the orc who pursues the typical law of survival of the fittest.

None of the traditional orcs found Garrosh wrong with his words.