Stormwind God

"Here is the tribe's Warsong clan, which is not ordinary, but quite capable. It should be noted that their chief Grom * Hellscream. That is a first-class fierce, especially you, Lothar Commander, I don't want the head coach of the league to come to the forefront ... I know you can also play well, but with so many generals in it, do you have a chance to be a commander to grab credit for your subordinate?

Originally, when Duke said that Grom was awesome, Lothar was really eager to try. As Duke said, Lothar could only raise his hands to indicate that he would not go to the front line.

Lothar didn't take a shot, and then a silent commotion rose from the other generals. A pair of hot eyes turned to Duke, eager for Duke to click on the name of someone or a certain army.

This situation is simply a scheduled victory. The only difference is whether the price paid is high. But for now, it would be a big win.

Everyone is eager for victory, and the kings who have different minds are eager for their army to have a high performance in this battle, because this will involve their country's right to speak in the alliance.

Jagger has no human rights.

This is not just a matter of talking.

More and more transport ships have arrived at the seaside. There are so many ships of the tribe, and the long coastline is a bit inadequate.

The fierce Warsong clan warriors pushed the front to the mountainside. They threw huge fists thrown in the sky and carried crossbow arrows that could easily penetrate their bodies. One fell immediately and the other made up. A group fell and a new group poured in immediately. A cricket is a hillside defense line that erodes humans at high speed.

Warsong clan warriors' agile movements, exaggerated jumping ability, and violent power, which made Lordaeron's soldiers very unsuitable.

In just ten minutes, Mograine had sent his reserve team for the third time. Even if his reserve team is still sufficient, but this kind of meat grinder is damaged, seeing his blood dripping from his heart.

This is the best of Lordaeron!

Just then, in the direction of the headquarters, two red flare bombs were raised. This is particularly dazzling in the world where the morning light is still dim.

To the east, the long-awaited Kul Tiras Fourth Fleet raised its sails, rushed to the battlefield in fifteen minutes, and then fired away from the coast towards the tribal, densely packed coastline.

Grape bomb, after today, I am afraid that this brutal weapon will be listed as one of the tribe's most hated weapons.

A huge cannon can often be stuffed with hundreds of thumb-sized, relatively round iron golems. Because of the short range, Commander Kul Tiras ordered each gun to be filled with 20% less gunpowder than usual, and 30% more grape bombs.

"Hmm! Hmm! Hmm!" With the huge roar, there was a sudden storm of blood on the coastline that was not particularly wide.

The new armor that the orcs received from the dwarven slaves could not withstand the impact of this hot weapon. As long as hitting a shot slightly, there is a huge blood hole the size of a human head immediately, the lightest is broken.

Large tracts of fragmented limbs flew into the air, with a scooped head, splashing intestines, and broken weapons. Between the breaths, the entire coastline has become an orc's Shura field. The seawater that surged along the tide was all red with the blood of the orcs.

The terrible scarlet spread over the sea hundreds of meters away, and all were orc blood.

The tribal commander ordered the transport ship to rush to the battleship of Kul Tiras. Unfortunately, this time it was not working.

A hard-working orc laborer couldn't help but screamed: "There's something down there, a lot!"

The laborer pointed at the big opening for the paddle of the boat. As soon as he finished speaking, even the person brought the boat to the water. There was a burst of blood, and I saw it was dead.

At this time, quite a few obese black shadows had appeared on the sea, and the colorful triangular dorsal fins broke through the water to form white waves.

A familiar person knew at first sight that it was a murloc.

This is not the first time that the Horde has dealt with the Murloc. They also know the humans in Stormwind. Although they do not know which one, they have the ability to tame the Murloc. It feels as uncommon as an orc tames a wolf.

This alone does not arouse the tribal vigilance.

Until the tribe suddenly discovered that the number of fishmen was extremely exaggerated.

It is impossible to count how many there are. Only know that this is definitely more than 10,000.

Not only the orcs, even the human guards on the hills were stunned.

In the initial time, Duke didn't discharge the fishermen, because Duke didn't think it would be good to let the fishermen intercept the high-speed transport ships that rushed to the coast.

It's different now, most of the gaps on the coast have been filled. To get to the shore, the tribe either smashed the **** of their own ship and disembarked in deeper water. Or just go west to find a place to call.

In fact, going west is the right choice. But the appearance of the Kul Tiras fleet dispelled the tribal commanders. To make matters worse, those transport ships that attempted to impact the Alliance fleet stopped.

If the tribe's ship is powered by sails, the fishermen can't cut off the power of the ship well, but the oars, it is a matter of minutes for the fishermen to get the wooden paddles without special reinforcement.

Under the command of the Murloc Oracle Mogor, the Murlocs also became wise, and they labored to destroy every tribal transport ship. Smash the hard-working oars in various ways and dig the bottom of the tribal carrier.

A transport ship that crowds hundreds of people like a can of sardines can sink even one, which is a big loss for the tribe.

Looking at the situation, the five kings staying in the headquarters were all beaming.

"Oh, Horde, let's play the cards. I don't know who the commander is, but if you don't play the cards again, I will laugh at the lives of 100,000 orcs again.

Just then, a loud noise broke out from a large battleship in the Kul Tiras fleet. The next second, the huge mast broke suddenly, dragging the whole boat, and tilting the boat at an angle of 60 degrees to the water.

If the first shot could still be blamed on the accident, then the next second shot was really seen by Duke.

The left side of the battleship's bow was pulled by a dark shadow with a weapon like a fish to make a huge fissure about half a meter wide and at least seven or eight meters long.

There was a wailing sound from the shell of the entire battleship, and then the huge bow broke suddenly, the hull tilted, and a large amount of seawater poured into the cabin.

Duke clearly saw that many human sailors had already escaped from the sea.

Nima! who is it? So unscientific! ?

The duke weird in my heart saw the murderer's weapon the next moment, it was a hook-shaped, dark red axe, which was exactly one of Roar's signature weapons-[Blood Roar]! (To be continued.)