Chapter 458: : Yes you are you are you!

Parallel to Draenor World, Nagrand Prairie, Grommashar Fortress.
The pandaren army's unique firing sound echoed endlessly. It was a large siege-washing cannon called a tiger squat gun.
For the races from the Pandaria continent, Garrosh has not paid much attention to it, and the heart of Y'Shaarj has taken all the attention.
Now he has a lot of time to look closely.
From the perspective of the old world, the Shaohao dynasty's army was considered extremely distinctive.
In the army, a group of Musan Beast Cavalry followed the formation of the rear army in a hurry. A giant oriental drum was erected on the back of the giant, and a golden flag of the Shaohao Dynasty was inserted on each side of the drum.
A strong monk drove Mu Shanbei into the army, while another monk picked up two drums in his hand and beat the drum in front of him, sending out a burst of strong, penetrating and rhythmic sound. Drum sound.
Various thermal weapons imported from the Empire of the Night have also been transformed by the Pandaren and become several oriental colors.
The surface of the Spider Walking Tank is engraved with many reliefs in the culture of Pandaren, and the muzzle of the main gun is carved into the shape of a dragon head in the cloud.
Pandaren seems to like the cloud-like dragon special Pandaria continent, not only sculpting their appearance on the tank, but also the dragon's pattern on the rifle or submachine gun of the human hand, and the barrel is as if A narrowed Xianglong coil entangled.
The war has begun, and the old enemies will settle their grievances in this new world.
Although Splendid Valley has now been restored, Pandaren still tickles Garrosh's hatred.
Well now, if you die and escape by yourself, then justly kill you.
Under the bombardment of a large number of tigers and artillery fortresses of Grommashel, and the bombardment of the cloud dragon dragon who whistled in the sky and kept dropping bombs on the city, the thick city gate was already crumbling.
No matter how strong the old-time fortress is, it will always be fragile in front of the hot weapons.
As Garrosh himself said: times have changed.
It seemed that it wasn't bombing enough, and the pandaren pulled up another big siege weapon: the star of steel.
Iron Star, a relatively primitive weapon of the previous era, has now been lifted completely, and there is no longer any distinction between self-use and foreign trade.
After all, with the advancement of science and technology and the transformation of war methods, there are too many ways to deal with this stuff.
However, the Iron Star has been active on various stages of war and has not retired. One is that it is cheap and the other is that it really works well when it hits backward indigenous people.
The Shaohao dynasty packed thousands of steel stars and several production lines in one go to deal with the thunder dynasty and disobedient mantis demon outside the Great Wall.
Now the orcs in the parallel Draenor world have tasted this weapon.
Dragging fierce flames, steel stars roared and slammed into the city walls and gates, followed by a big explosion, turning the surroundings into a sea of ​​fire.
After successfully landing, the steel stars that rolled over the city wall rolled automatically toward the place with the most crowds, like large wheels full of iron spikes.
Garrosh watched as the soldiers of the Warsong clan were bombed and the crying father yelled and frowned.
Of course, he is familiar with the weapon of Iron Star. If it was placed in the new tribal army before, he had several countermeasures against himself. Not to mention the more advanced method, which is to use a special intercepting artillery or jamming device It is easy to stop the attack of such rough, non-technical weapons.
But here is an orthodox tribe. Although he has brought many new tribal arms technology, the foundation is there after all, and the fighting ideology of the orthodox tribal army has not changed much.
It's as if you put an assault rifle on a jungle native, and he will habitually throw the gun as a javelin.
Grommash was burning, shattering, and it was almost finished.
Garrosh began to retreat, heading towards the hill at the back of the fort, where an airship was secretly parked.
It's just that Garrosh is tired of this non-stop escape.
What's the point of this? What's the point of doing all this now when you have a problem with the Dark Portal and forcibly connect to the Azeroth world you came from?
Where can I run, if I can, I really hope to come to the last glorious battle.
Garrosh did as he wished.
At the top of the fort, the airship had been destroyed, and his Guards were not visible. Only an orc stood there quietly.
Sal. . .
Garrosh stunned, then grinned a few times, which meant it was unclear whether it was relief or irony, maybe both.
"You seem to be the executioner, has your hypocritical trial finally ended?"
"Garrush, put down your arms and come back with me, and I will ask you for a second review."
"It's you ... let me join the Horde's army ..." Garrosh smiled, holding a sharp axe in his hand and began to walk.
"It's you ... that made me a glorious overlord ..."
"It's you ... that made me know so many compatriots who share my faith ..."
"It's you ... let me be the chief of the tribe ..."
Garrosh said louder and louder, looking excitedly, staring at Thrall in front of him.
"It's you! Don't agree with me!"
"It's you! Pulls up my army again!"
"It's you, you are you!"
"Shut up!" Thrall interrupted Garrosh's roar.
"I asked you to join the army to hone you!"
"I made you Warlord because you were still glorified at that time!"
"I chose you as the chief because I believe you are the best among the younger generation of the tribe!"
"And you! Let me down, let the tribe down! Your glory has been twisted into racism, and your belief for the tribe has been twisted into an orc-only belief!"
"If you don't look at yourself, Garrosh, then let me help you take a closer look!" The Doomhammer in Saar's hands shone with a blue thunder.
"Ahhhh!" Garrosh raised his axe and rushed towards Thrall.
The duel between the two former tribal chiefs began.
When it comes to power, Thrall is not as good as Garrosh.
But on the power of the elements, the ten Garrosh tied together are not Thrall's opponents.
Weapons collided, the power of the Thunder scattered, Garrosh was hit, and he flew out far away.
But the orc warrior turned over immediately, rushed back towards Thrall, dropped the sharp axe in his hand, and punched Thrall's belly directly.
Thrall was also blown out, and Hammer of Destruction fell aside.
Garrosh rode on Thrall, waving his fist and thumping Thrall (don't even think about it!).
The latter was soon bruised and bruised.
"Now, let me help you see clearly ..." Garrosh picked up Doomhammer, trying to smash Thrall's head.
A turquoise thunderstorm spread out centering on Thrall, blasting Garrosh fiercely, and slamming on the ground not far away.
The earth was angry, and Thrall, the alien guardian of the earth, was temporarily supported by the elements of Draenor.
A large hand made entirely of rocks emerged from the ground, grasping Garrosh and holding him firmly in place.
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Garrosh stared at Thrall, calmly.
"No ... you do it yourself."
Thrall also looked directly at Garrosh, with a certain complexity in his firm look.
A huge spiral thunder cloud condensed in the sky, making a loud noise.
Subsequently. . .
A thunder fell from the center of a spiral thundercloud, as if it were a heaven punishment, and hit Garrosh directly.
Freed. . .
I really want to. . . Goodbye grandma. . .
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