Vol 2 Chapter 1958: Strategist

Not every tribal warrior can bear the title 'bss'.
After all, not everyone has that talent or circumstance. The shadow energy pumped out by Yashaji's heart. After drinking from most tribal warriors, it turns from a muscle stick to a demonized muscle stick.
Purple crystal-shaped corners grew from all parts of his body. Although the orcs were not human-like, the history was always surprisingly similar.
More than thirty years ago, Garrosh's father, Grom, drank the blood of the devil, and turned from brown-red skin to green skin, and gained strength.
It's like reincarnation, this time from Lao Tzu's turn.
It is still the traditional orcs who are in trouble. None of the orcs in the presence felt anything wrong.
In Naxxramas, a tall, burly green figure appeared around Duke. His translucent body told the world his identity as a hero.
Grom Hellscream, became the first demonized orc under Gul'dan's confusion that year.
Duke can do many things, but there are some things that he doesn't want to hide from himself.
Grom's mouth was squirming, and a drop of bean-tears slipped from his rough, bold cheek. The tribe declared war on the alliance, he knew. When there was no war, he was more of a bystander, quietly watching the development of alliances and tribes.
As a super old warrior who has experienced three Dark Gate battles, he knows more and knows more than ordinary orcs. He never thought of himself as a good father, but he taught Garrosh in a stocking way, in the way his father taught him ... if it wasn't for the decades when the door of darkness was closed.
Deep in his heart, he was proud of his son's presence as the chief warrior, but he never thought that it was his son who brought the tribe to today's utter danger.
Watching his son take a path that was almost exactly the same as him, but more likely to destroy the tribe, he was angry and filled with grief.
But this anger can't be vented, because he is no longer a member of the tribe, or even an orc.
After tensing his chest fiercely, Grom finally turned away and said, "I have no opinion."
With a sigh, Duke replayed his hand.
That was a signal of war.
"Fire!"
"Observe, all guns fire!"
Orders from the Alliance Command were passed on one by one. The once beautiful and beautiful Fairview Valley was immediately destroyed for the second time.
"Bang, bang!" The fierce artillery used a shotgun similar to the three type bomb. Relatively speaking, the destruction caused by such artillery is not too big, and it will be easy to clean up in the future.
At this time, the Pandaren Army had already evacuated, and the tribal soldiers still exposed on the ground were immediately destroyed.
Horde soldiers not strengthened by the power of the ancient gods are so vulnerable under modern artillery.
The Alliance ’s armor-piercing technology is now enough to penetrate the scales and thick skin of the adult twilight dragon, and tribal orc soldiers are nothing to worry about.
There was no chance for Garrosh to strengthen his army. The Alliance directly used the shotguns for up to half an hour to sweep all the tribes on the surface.
This part of the tribe does not represent all.
For the shelling of the Alliance, the Horde can also be regarded as being abused. When the shrill buzzing of the cannon sounded, the tribal warriors had automatically sought shelter.
The orcs haven't learned to hide in the crater yet, they have at least learned to lie down when they are hit by a cannon. Except for the professional's best armor, there is no metal armor that can help ordinary orc warriors to resist cannons of 00 mm or more.
Moreover, west of this pool of life in Fairview Valley is exactly the excavation site where the heart of Yashaji was dug out. Before they came here, they all stayed in that underground excavation site.
Almost the sound of artillery sounded, as long as the soldiers who were close to the excavation field hid there, this time, Garrosh retained at least 80% of the soldiers.
"Mission! Damn!" The brain screamed angrily and destroyed everything he could see. He finally vented it, and his divine logic came to a conclusion: "There are still too few good soldiers! I need more like Marcau Strong like Rock. I want to let the light beam of death fill the sky of Orgrimmar, and make the alliance's air battleships into fireballs in the sky! "
So, he seized the opportunity and let every tribal soldier in the Fairview Valley drink black water with Yashaji power. On the other side, waiting for night to come, according to the agreement, his air fleet would come under the cover of night to meet them.
The Alliance did not have any airborne troops, which made him angry and could not find a place to vent.
Tonight is a night for smuggling.
The sky was overcast with clouds, and there was no moonlight at all.
The tribal army fled while in the dark, in order to avoid the alliance's discovery, they did not even dare to fire a torch.
The scene where they covered their ears and fell in the eyes of the Alliance.
When the eyes of the mage based on elemental perception, the image of the Horde army sneaky and no one could fool back was sent back to the headquarters of Naxxramas, plus the radar clearly showed the movement of the tribal airship. A loud laughter has been issued by the serious Alliance Command.
"Enough! Whoever dare you laugh, I will send a fisherman's knife to anyone who dares to laugh, and let him go down to charge Garrosh!" Brian Bronzebeard quickly shocked the restless operations member.
In the back room, Duke sat firmly on the fishing platform, looking at the magic mirror, tilted Erlang's legs, and wobbled.
While holding the seeds, Varian was taught: "See? If I didn't let these airships come out, I wouldn't have a chance to take Yashaji's heart back. If I didn't let them fly, The empty ship took Garrosh's men, so our soldiers had to follow the pandaren's buttocks and hunt down the alienated orc warriors across the mountains. "
Varian nodded.
Even if he has been in the army for many years, he has led an army and participated in many major battles such as the fight against the Lich King. For Duke's situational guidance, he has all the victory factors together before the start of the war. Li'an remained convinced.
This is no longer simply the art of conducting.
This is a standard strategist
Horde soldiers were frightened and finally returned to their familiar airship. Every soldier had a sense of escape from birth, and the hanging heart in his chest finally let go.
It depends on the airship team.
They have a near-blind trust in their airships, because they succeeded once, and maybe still the second time ... right?