Not every warrior of the tribe could have the title 'Boss' behind their names.
After all, not everyone had the talent or circumstances to do so. Most Horde warriors would go from muscleheads to demonized muscleheads after drinking the shadow energy pumped out of Yashaji's heart.
Purple crystal horns grew from all parts of his body. Although Orcs didn't look like humans, their history was always strikingly similar.
Thirty years ago, Garrouch's father, Grom, drank the demon's blood and turned from reddish-brown to green-skinned, gaining power.
It was like reincarnation. This time, it was his son's turn.
But it was still the traditional Orcs who caused trouble. None of the Orcs present felt that there was anything wrong.
In Naxxramas, a tall, burly green figure appeared beside Duque. His translucent body told the world that he was a heroic spirit.
Grom Hellscream. He had become the first Orc to demonize under Gul 'dan's bewitchment.
Duque could do many things, but there were some things that he didn't want to hide from his own people.
Grom's mouth was trembling, and bean-sized tears slid down his bold cheeks. He knew that the Horde had declared war on the Alliance. When there was no war, he was more like a bystander, quietly watching the development of the Alliance and the Horde.
As a super old warrior who had experienced three battles at the Dark Portal, he had seen more and knew more than ordinary Orcs. He never thought that he was a good father. He just followed the way his father had taught him and taught Garrouch … if you didn't count the years when the Dark Portal was closed.
Deep down in his heart, he was proud that his son had become the Great Chief, but he had never imagined that it would be his son who would bring the tribe to its current state of eternal damnation.
Seeing his son walk the same path as him, but one that could easily destroy the Horde, he was angry and full of grievances.
But this anger couldn't be vented, because he was no longer a member of the Horde. He couldn't even be considered an Orc.
After his chest heaved up and down dozens of times, Grom finally turned and left. "I have no objections."
Du Ke sighed, but still put down his hand heavily.
That was the signal for war.
"Open fire!"
"Yes, all cannons, fire!"
The orders from the Alliance command center were passed down layer by layer. The once beautiful and tranquil Splendid Valley was immediately devastated for the second time.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The fierce cannons used shotguns similar to the Type-3 round. Relatively speaking, the destruction caused by such cannons wasn't too great and could be easily dealt with in the future.
At this time, the pandaren army had already retreated, and the tribal soldiers who were still exposed on the ground were instantly annihilated.
The Horde soldiers who had not been strengthened by the power of the Ancient Gods were so fragile in front of the modern cannons.
The Alliance's current armor-piercing technology was enough to pierce through the scales and thick skin of an adult Twilight Dragon. Tribesmen soldiers were nothing to them.
They didn't give Garrus any chance to strengthen his army. The Alliance used half an hour of shotguns to clear out all the tribes on the surface.
This part of the tribe did not represent the entire tribe.
The Horde had gained some experience from the Alliance's bombardment. When the ear-piercing sound of the cannons rang out, the tribal warriors had already automatically found cover.
The orcs hadn't learned to hide in the craters, but they at least learned to lie down when they were hit. Other than the top-grade armor of professionals, there was no metal armor that could help ordinary orc warriors withstand a direct hit from a cannon of more than 100mm.
Moreover, the west side of the Pool of Life in Splendid Valley was the excavation site for the Yasha's Heart. Before coming here, they had stayed in the underground excavation site, so they were familiar with it.
Almost as soon as the cannons rang out, all the soldiers near the excavation site hid there. This time, Garrus saved at least 80% of his soldiers.
"Bastard! Damn it — "Brainless Roar angrily destroyed everything he could see. After venting his anger, his divine logic came to a conclusion." There are still too few good soldiers! I need more strong people like Markorok. I want the light of death to fill the sky of Orgrimmar and turn the Alliance's flying battleships into fireballs in the sky! "
So, he seized the opportunity to let every tribal soldier in Splendid Valley drink the black water that contained the power of the Yasha's Heart. On the other side, he waited for night to fall. According to the agreement, his flying fleet would come to their aid under the cover of the night.
But the Alliance didn't have any airborne troops, so he couldn't find a place to vent his anger.
Tonight was a good night for sneaking.
The sky was dark, and the moon couldn't be seen at all.
The Horde army fled in the dark. To avoid being discovered by the Alliance, they didn't even dare to light torches.
The Alliance saw how they were burying their heads in the sand.
When the Mage's Eye, which was based on the principle of elemental sensing, sent the image of the Horde army's sneaky behavior back to Naxxramas' command center, and the radar clearly showed the movement of the Horde's flying ships, the Alliance command center, which had always been serious, burst into loud laughter.
"Enough! You little bastards, if anyone dares to laugh again, I'll give him a fisherman's knife and tell him to get down and charge at Garrus! "Bu Laing Bronzebeard quickly shocked the group of restless operators.
In the secret room, Duque sat calmly on the fishing platform and looked at the magic mirror. He crossed his legs and swayed.
While munching on melon seeds, he taught William, "See that? If I hadn't released these flying ships, Brainless Roar wouldn't have had the chance to bring back Yashaji's heart. If I hadn't released these flying ships to take away Garrus's men, our soldiers would have had to follow behind the pandaren and chase those mutated Orc warriors all over the mountains and plains. "
William nodded.
Even though he had been in the army for many years and had led an army to participate in many major battles, such as fighting the Lich King, William was still convinced by Duque's strategy of taking advantage of the situation, gathering all the factors for victory before the battle, and crushing the enemy directly after the battle started.
This was no longer a simple art of command.
This was the standard concept of a strategist.
The Horde soldiers finally returned to the familiar flying ships, trembling with fear. Every soldier felt as if they had escaped death, and their hearts that were hanging in their chests could finally be at ease.
Next, it was up to the airship team.
They had a kind of almost blind trust in their own airships because they had succeeded once. Maybe they could succeed again … right?
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