In Brainless Roar's imagination, this batch of 300,000 Orcs could buy him at least half a year's time. Back then, the Twilight Fortress controlled by Gugal was not afraid of fire, nor was it afraid of the boulders of the catapults. It could only be filled with human lives.
When the corpses of the Horde warriors filled every winding branch of the fortress, and even the Twilight believers did not have time to clean up the corpses, the Horde finally conquered the place.
After all, the Forgotten Ones were still members of the Horde at that time. Gugal had ordered Dranos to resurrect every Horde warrior who had died in battle and fight for the Horde again.
Sadly, Brainless Howl's lack of intelligence limited his imagination. He had never imagined that the Alliance would have such a big bomb.
Street fighting?
Not possible!
Unless it was absolutely necessary, who would let their soldiers fight in the narrow passageways of the fortress?
That was a standard example of one man holding the pass against ten thousand enemies.
Even if the Alliance had a large number of new pandaren monks, they could not be used like this.
"Things can be solved with bombs. Don't f * cking give me infantry. Our righteousness and strength only exist within the range of the cannons. "This was how Duke lectured.
The Alliance's use of a big bomb to destroy the Twilight Fortress caused the Orcs to have a psychological collapse.
Originally, when Naxxramas, which seemed to cover the entire sky, arrived above the fortress, most of the Orc defenders had already felt that something was wrong.
When the fortress collapsed, the Orcs, who were known for their courage, actually deserted. Countless Orc soldiers ran out of their hiding places in the bunkers or wooden towers. They screamed loudly and fled in all directions, just to get away from the explosion.
It was a little too late!
The bunkers closest to the fortress were all affected. The Twilight Fortress was not a fortress in the traditional sense. It was built by Gugal using a large amount of earth elements from the Deep Rock Continent.
The purity and content of the earth elements were far beyond the imagination of mortals.
The Horde did not know that such a strong fortress actually needed a large amount of earth elements to replenish on a daily basis. As Nesario died, Therazane, the Stonemother, had already secretly extracted a large amount of earth elements from the Twilight Fortress.
This made the Twilight Fortress even more like an empty shelf.
Although it was an empty shelf, at least the mass of the fortress and the volume of the stones were there.
When it was blasted away, the effect caused by the collapse of this terrifying fortress, which was over a hundred meters tall, was simply on the level of a landslide.
Within a hundred meters of the fortress, all the Orcs were buried alive, and everything within a thousand meters was affected by the flames of the explosion. Those who were nearby, even if they were hiding in bunkers or bunkers, as long as they did not completely isolate themselves from the flames, they would immediately be burnt to a crisp by the all-pervasive waves of fire.
Those who were further away were also burned by the flames.
Naxxramas left after making a simple assessment of the damage. It headed northeast to meet up with the Dalajan and put on another show in Orgrimmar.
As for cleaning up the battlefield, there was no need. The traditional method of excavation was too time-consuming, manpower, and resources.
Other than the Alliance Infantry, there was a vassal race that cleaned up the battlefield very cleanly, and that was the Qiraji insect people. Be it the descendants of the burrowing bug Oro or the bugmen who were adept at digging holes, they were the best choice to deal with the enemies underground.
There were some things that the Alliance didn't want them to do.
The Orcs of the Twilight Fortress had not yet mutated. If they rashly started a massacre, especially by letting ordinary human soldiers do it, there would always be some Virgin Mary type guys who jumped out. The insect magic was good, and if anything happened, one of the insect leaders would take the blame.
If they were really pushed, they would say that they were not strict enough. Then there would be a Zerg leader who cut his belly to apologize.
Anyway, the most important thing in the Qiraji insect people empire was the twin emperors. The emperor was fine, and it didn't matter how many bugs died below.
There were almost no tribal refugees in the entire Barrenlands. All the refugees ran to the vicinity of Orgrimmar.
The rest were nothing more than cannon fodder that Braindead Roar tried to use to slow down the Alliance.
Bunkers and medium and small fortresses were all over the Barrenlands. This would not be the goal of Naxxramas and the other main forces. The Alliance, which already had detailed intelligence, sent squadrons of different sizes to sweep according to the size of each target, and arranged for mobile forces to support them.
"Bang!" Amidst the roar of artillery, one fortress after another was blown into the sky.
If it weren't for the splattered flesh and broken limbs, in the eyes of the Alliance soldiers, this was the simplest live-fire training.
It had to be known that in training, in order to simulate the environment of artillery bombardment in a strong wind, the Alliance deliberately let the captains of each training ship drive the ship as if they were drunk, shaking and tilting.
The Alliance's standard was to have no less than 30% of the shells hit within a radius of 100 meters of the target area at a distance of 5,000 meters.
Even with all kinds of auxiliary equipment, things like artillery bombardment could only be learned through a lot of live-fire training.
Over the Barrenlands … the wind was often only level 1 or 2. The dry landscape, good vision, and the wind was not strong. This was a typical example of combat being easier than training.
The Alliance destroyed the Horde's strongholds from all fronts. Every Horde could clearly feel Duque's invisible big hands, which were tightly gripping their necks, waiting to crush their throats and give a fatal blow.
The Alliance's strangulation without leaving anyone alive intensified the panic of the Horde.
Over a million Horde citizens and soldiers gathered at the gates of Orgrimmar, shouting to enter. In their hearts, the great city of Orgrimmar, which had never fallen before, was their only safe harbor.
At this moment, Garrouch made a terrible decision.
"Close the gates. Everyone, whether Alliance or Horde, will be shot to death if they enter the range of arrows and cannons."
"What? They're all Horde citizens! "Someone objected!
"Crack!" The chief chieftain crushed the head of the opposition with a single hand on the spot.
Garrouch's twisted face had the most terrifying viciousness.
"The great orthodox Horde doesn't need those weaklings. For billions of years, the Beastmen have lived like this. I'm not a weak Thrall. I won't waste useless food and resources on the weak. Those incompetent clans will be thrown into the wilderness to die. If they want to blame someone, blame it on having a weak chief, or the fact that they didn't inherit a strong bloodline. Hahaha! "
Crude and cruel, but it was the truth.
For tens of thousands of years, the Beastmen had gone through the cruelest elimination. If they couldn't win a group fight, they couldn't get the best hunting grounds. Without a good hunting ground, they wouldn't have enough prey to survive the harsh winter. If they couldn't survive, they would either destroy the other clans for resources, or die tragically under the fierce power of nature.
This was the traditional Beastmen, a typical Beastman who followed the law of survival of the fittest.
No traditional Beastman found Garrouch's words wrong.
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