With a roar, the huge black square-headed hammer in Sal's hand emitted a blazing light like a small sun.
A huge Abomination that pounced towards Sal with its arms wide open was hit in the head on the spot.
The Abomination had the appearance of a big fatty, and its waist circumference was at least five to six meters. Under this hammer strike, the stitches on its body directly burst open, and the flesh that was forcefully stitched together emitted scorching sparks.
In the next moment, its huge body was torn apart on the spot.
Sal originally thought that he was already quite violent, but he was suddenly frightened by a loud roar that sounded in his ears.
It was Kane Bloodhoof.
This burly Tauren Chief, who was a size larger than Sal, was at his youngest and strongest age.
A gigantic totem pole that could be used as the main pillar of the Beastmen Barracks swept across, and two Abominations that pounced at him were cut in half at the waist. He picked up the lower body of an Abomination and threw it out effortlessly, like a bowling ball or a cannonball. The dozens of Abominations that were swarming towards him were instantly knocked down.
Even Grom, who had chopped an Abomination to death with an axe, was dumbfounded by this scene.
The place that the Dwarves chose to build the city wall was naturally the narrowest and steepest part of the mountain path. It was 200 meters long from left to right. It sounded very long, but in fact, it was absolutely extremely narrow for a battlefield.
Excluding the taller and sturdier bastions that protruded from the city wall, the actual length of the wall was only 150 meters. It was guarded by the various tribal chiefs, and regardless of whether they were ordinary soldiers or elites, they would be annihilated no matter how many came.
Seeing that the number of the Undead Army was gradually increasing, Wo Jin waved his hand, and immediately the Orcs on the bastions worked hard to shake the handle of the pump up and down, using the FFF flamethrower that once terrified the tribes, on the Undead Army.
The city defense version of the flamethrower was even more insane. After the improvement, the fire oil was clearer and had a higher burning ratio. Due to the 45 degree mountain terrain and the fact that they had the upper hand, the flame tongues could easily be ejected 100 meters away.
After a few rounds, the eight bastions had turned the narrow mountain path into a flaming purgatory.
With the explosions of the small cannons and the sprinkling of the flamethrowers, even if there were occasionally elite Abominations that were bathed in flames, it would only take a single strike from an Orc Centurion or Ox-head Warrior.
Grom held [Blood Roar] in his hand. His eyes seemed to have traveled through time and space, back to the grand war era.
Once upon a time, the battlefield between the Alliance and the Horde was a battlefield dominated by strength, skill, and courage. That was the era when the elites of the Draenei Tribe who had experienced the Draenei War wantonly flaunted their military might.
That was until a human named Duke Marcus appeared out of nowhere and completely changed the situation of the battlefield.
His little invention, the F-type flamethrower, had caused the hundred thousand elites of the Warsong Clan to be unable to advance an inch in the Silverpine Forest. They had no choice but to rely on the Blackrock Tribe, which had innate fire resistance, as their main force.
Unexpectedly, after 13 years, it was the Orcs' turn to use fire to deal with the Calamity Army.
"Be careful!" Varrock suddenly shouted.
Everyone suddenly realized that there were many giant Abominations wrapped in a frosty aura that boldly charged through the dead zone of the cannonballs, passed through the sea of fire, and killed their way to the city wall.
"Use [Fire Bombs]!" Thrall ordered decisively.
At the back of the platform on the city wall, the Orcs hurriedly threw out the metal shells in an extremely rough manner. Then, when the so-called [Fire Bombs] were thrown into the sea of fire, an even more intense flame burst forth.
The temperature was so high that even the Orcs standing upwind couldn't stand it. Not to mention the Abomination in the sea of fire.
The high temperature caused its fat body to continuously 'lose weight'. The essence of a corpse was still fat and bones. As long as the fire was strong enough, the Abomination itself was a huge flammable object.
The Abomination that had worked so hard to break through the Purgatory was defeated just like that.
"Haha! If the Burning Legion is only at this level, let alone three days and three nights, I can even defend for a week. "A young Orc Warrior said proudly.
As if it was a slap to his face, a large group of Gargoyles began to fly over from afar.
Thrall's face darkened. "Get the Wolf Riders ready to throw themselves into the net."
At this stage, the tribe was so poor that they didn't even have many wyverns. How could they fight against thousands of Gargoyles?
Fortunately, the special nature of Mount Hyjal reduced the height at which the Gargoyles could climb. Otherwise, there would be no need to fight at all. In fact, other than the net, the tribe's more effective long-range weapon was the less efficient javelins in the hands of the trolls.
Of course, the tribe still had Shamans.
Unfortunately, Shamans were so rare. They were all treasured and feared to melt in the palm of their hands. Other than leaving them to the rear to treat the wounded, Thrall would not let the Shamans go to the front line until the last moment.
At this time, Bu Laing, who was on the third city wall, accidentally fired his [Larva of the Giant Worm].
"Bang!" A huge gunshot rang out, giving the surrounding Alliance Warriors a fright.
Bu Laing's face was not red, and his heart did not jump. He was full of nonsense. "You don't even understand this! I fired the gun as a signal to tell you that it's time to load [Type Three Bullets]. "
The so-called [Type Three Bullets] was also Du's bad taste. When he came up with this idea, he didn't expect the dwarves and gnomes to come up with it.
However, the dwarves weren't afraid of having a big brain. They were afraid that your brain was not reliable and would waste a lot of materials.
Duque, who seemed to have a big brain and was reliable, was naturally the God of Invention among the dwarves. During the ten years he was away, the dwarves regarded Duque's idea as the [Duque Bible] and developed the [Type Three Bullets] and mass-produced them.
The dwarves' version of [Type Three Bullets] used a large shell with many burning bullets in the shell. Using the small steel cannon as an example, the shell was one meter in diameter, three meters in length, and weighed 1,360 kilograms. There were 996 to 1,200 bullets in the shell, and there were many versions such as the small steel cannon and the small Duque cannon.
Once it was fired, it would be like a goddess scattering flowers. No matter how many air forces there were in that area, they would all be wiped out.
What?
You're asking why they didn't just use shotguns, such as the grapeshot from the cannon?
The grapeshot's range was too short, it couldn't hit far!
Moreover, if they fired from the back of the Orcs, once the shell couldn't go around the front wall and hit the Orcs' butts, the Alliance and the Horde might start fighting before the Burning Legion could reach them.
Just as Thrall was bitterly preparing to fight, the small steel cannon that had killed their predecessors opened fire again. It was different from the big shell that exploded when it hit the ground.
This was a cone of fire that exploded in mid-air like a beautiful firework.
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