Chapter 1411: Tribal feast

In the sky, countless flesh and blood fell. .
On the ground, the fury evil orcs still futilely vented their anger in the mud and rope piles.
However, as long as someone with a little eyesight will know, Illidan loses.
When the Flying Snake card was knocked out, all the rescue of the Naga clan was doomed.
A few kilometers away from the top of a huge stony mushroom, no one noticed, and Vaschi actually watched the battle with the Union's standard telescope here.
The top pair of arms lowered the telescope, and Vaschi's mouth made a sarcastic arc: "Let's go! The group of mindless guys are finished."
"Wait!" What was dissuasive was a night elf wearing a black robe on the lower body and a naked upper body, exposing a magic charm tattoo, and blindfolded with black cloth.
"How?" Vasiqi's dissatisfaction frowned slightly.
"Vasque, do you dare to abandon the host's army like this?" The night elves blame Vasque sharply.
"Take note of your identity! Leoseras!" A male Naga with a huge gold-red angular warhammer stepped forward, standing between the night elves and his master Vasi.
"It is important to note that you are Naga! Your servants, masters, have arbitrarily abandoned more than 100,000 combat power because of timidity!" The night elves refused to let it go.
Who knows, the sloppy curve in the corner of Vasqi's mouth is even worse: "You mean that 100,000 people can only eat everything they can eat, but they can't do anything. Are there muscle idiots in their heads?"
"you……"
"Enough! Blind! It's you who pays attention to your identity! You are now under the direct control of Lord Vasque. Until Illidan has a new order, even if Lord Vasque will execute you, you should not have any complaints. "The male Naga banged on top of the mushroom with a hammer, cracking the mushroom umbrella hard enough to build a house on it.
The blind man is of course Leotheras. As a guard of the moon that was once glorious in ancient times, and also a betrayer of the night elves, under the guidance of Illidan, he also gave up his eyes, in exchange for the power of the devil, and became a demon hunter.
Of course, this is also a major proof of his strong support as Illidan.
"Calatheres, you ..." Leotheras paused for a moment.
When Deepwater Lord Karatheres wanted to say something, it was stopped by Vasque.
"Of course, my men and I are willing to fight for Master Illidan, but only if there is a new way to deal with those things flying in the sky. Unfortunately, it now seems that my weak wisdom can only do it This is the point. The extra resistance is just to increase casualties, dead ... the same master's servant, am I right? "Vasque's words contained a soft tone that made Leothelas feel the atmosphere.
Vashki's words made the demon hunter angry. If he had enough strength, he would almost want to teach Vashki and the Deepwater Lord.
Unfortunately, Vasiqi's strength is definitely the first of Illidan's staff.
Vasiqi laughed: "If the host Illidan is present, he will definitely give more wise instructions. Unfortunately, he is not here. As the commander in chief of the theater, I exercise the power that the host Illidan gave me before leaving, What's wrong? Mr. Leothelas, who is faithful. "
The Demon Hunter shivered, but couldn't do more for Vasi.
Illidan has a large territory in the Outland.
Naturally need a lot of men to help him control the site. Vasqi didn't leave his war zone at first, and he didn't raise the rebel flag. He just abandoned some evil orcs who were not under her control. This really can't blame her more.
Even if she wants to rebel, what can he do?
"Let's go." Vasiqi took the lead and led the Lord of the Deepwater, swaying the tail of the snake back and forth, Shi Shiran came to the edge of the huge mushroom umbrella.
A powerful spring suddenly spewed under the guidance of Vasqi's power, forming an elevator up to 100 meters in height, slowly taking her down with Catherace, and letting Leothelas the blind Behind.
Leotheras stomped, eventually diving at a very high altitude, slamming into the deep water area beside the stone mushroom gracefully, and swimming towards the Serpent Temple in the Serpent Lake in the middle of the Zangar Marsh.
On the other side, on the Black Pearl, multiple detectors placed around each other transmitted images of Vasquit's departure. Duke breathed a sigh of relief.
"Vasque is gone," Duke said.
"Oh, I thought you were going to use the last things on the ship." Brian smiled.
"If used, our allies will cry."
"Hey, I don't mind using it."
Duke and Brian played a puzzle, leaving Yrel's head full of question marks.
Those last things are asphalt.
Iron Furnace's refinement of crude oil is not yet in place, and the proportion of diesel oil extraction is not high, but as a by-product pitch in crude oil, there are many.
Asphalt, this sticky thing is good for paving roads. Now, from the Dark Gate to the Glory Avenue of Fort Glory, in addition to the railroad tracks that must be laid in the Alliance battle, it is the asphalt paved road.
It's just that it's not a carriage, but a truck pulled by its zerg zerg. After all, demons can easily damage railroad tracks, but the road is not so easy. A road with good traffic conditions can easily pull a ton of horse-drawn carriages on it, which is a useful supplement to the supply lines of the Alliance and the Horde.
Of course, pouring asphalt on those evil orcs is to leave nowhere to go.
Do not look at the asphalt is extremely thick, after all, it is also a petroleum product, a five or six Baidu can catch fire. Now that the Alliance has thrown incendiary bombs and bombs in all three directions of the evil orc army, and then throws up the asphalt, this will be another feast for barbecue orcs.
During the first and second dark gate wars, it was definitely a matter of gratification. If it is not necessary to do so now, Thrall is almost not turning his face.
Fortunately, Vaski chose to abandon the pig teammates.
At this time, the elite of the tribe hiding in the far east had long been impatient.
Fortunately, they finally waited for Duke's message.
In the mirror image of magical messaging, Thrall saw Duke's face in Karazhan as he wished: "Vasque is gone, and the tribe can go up."
"Huh" Thrall gasped for a long time. "Thank you, Duke, the tribe owes a great deal to the Alliance."
"Don't worry, I hope to see these transformed tribal warriors on the front line of the battlefield against the Burning Legion." Duke nodded with a smile: "Yes, do you still need the Alliance to help the tribe?"
Thrall wanted to say it was unnecessary, but then changed his mind: "There is work."
As a result, the Horde Army saw the Alliance's air warships begin to drop sand against the evil orcs struggling in the mud and tangled steel cables.
Thrall understood immediately that this was to settle the Horde Warrior!
Even if you do n’t want to admit it, you must admit that today, it is bound to be a feast for the tribe!