Vol 2 Chapter 332: : On the importance of outfitting, etc.

The general battle in the Burning Plains entered a fierce situation in an instant, and even the group of black iron dwarves who were forcibly drawn into the war were killing their eyes.
Although the black iron emperor Thorison has no interest in joining the alliance, he is not a fool. In the face of the common enemy of the Black Stone Orc and the Black Dragon Legion, he does not mind cooperating with the alliance.
So after receiving the news, and with the encouragement of his wife Moira, Sorison immediately sent follow-up reinforcements, trying to use the Alliance's army to blow up the black stone orc directly.
Behind the coalition, a series of black iron drills broke through the ground, and then the hatch opened violently. A team of black iron dwarves waved their weapons and roared to join the front battle.
Along with it are a large number of obsidian combat puppets, and a small number of fire elements.
The morale of the Alliance troops that received the reinforcements was greatly boosted, and the offensive speed was greatly accelerated. The ground fronts of the Orthodox tribes were successively contracted.
The battle in the sky also began to tilt, and the black dragon cavalry of the orthodox tribe completely fell into the wind.
And most importantly, the situation of the warring parties is not equal at all.
The black dragon on the opposite side was tired, or injured, and left the battlefield directly and returned to the deck of the warship to accept the rapid recovery of the entourage priests.
On his own side, he is constantly subjected to the pressure of wheel warfare. Not only the Orc Dragon Cavalry can't stand it, but even his Black Dragon Mount can't stand such a high-intensity battle.
There are also those dwarf combat helicopters, which are raging everywhere, like annoying flies. If you do n’t pay attention, their high-explosive missiles will have to be screamed.
As the saying goes, disaster is not alone. The orthodox tribe, an organization that was forcibly launched by Reid Blackhands, has no international allies at all, nor is it recognized by anyone.
Among them, the most intense reflection is naturally a new tribe.
Although the new tribe was unable to send ground troops to the hinterland of the alliance, the chieftain Thrall still took corresponding actions.
The messengers of the tribe succeeded in countering the ogre clans entrenched in the burning plain. At the moment, under the leadership of a group of orcs warlords of the Frostwolf clan and the thunder king clan, they launched a sudden attack and stormed the chrysanthemum of the orthodox tribe.
In return for the assists, the Alliance agreed to release the group of ogres out of the country after the war and bring the new tribe back to Kalimdor.
The new tribe is very satisfied with this concession of the alliance, so there is nothing to say, go! Destroy the mentally handicapped stuff that Reid Blackhand's bitch!
Oh, by the way, gather a group of black stone orcs who are willing to surrender. This is the proposal of Orgrim, who has already retired.
There was another roar of the engine from high altitude, but the sound of this engine sounded a lot harsher, which was completely different from the engine sound of the gnome.
A steel airship penetrated the clouds and began to descend slowly.
Two elliptical hot-air balloon-like boosters are fixed on the upper side of the airship, and a round jet port is behind the airship. A thick barrel is fixed in front of the airship. The muzzle is carved into a wolf head .
"Hammer of Destruction" is the only warship in the new tribe, produced by the honor of the Rusty Water Wealth. After seeing the Hessian Wealth and the group of gnome have made armed airships, this group of goblins are naturally unwilling to fall behind.
A team of heavily armed bipedal dragon cavalry screamed out of the airship and attacked the rear of the black dragon cavalry of the orthodox tribe.
"Fire!"
Warlord Nazgorin stood at the bow of the airship, watching the Blackrock Orc position below.
"Ahahahaha, fire! Explode!" The Goblin Artillery of the Rusty Water Chapel immediately excited, maneuvering the airship's main gun, aiming at the orthodox tribe on the ground below.
The gathered ogres saw the tribe sending the response troops as promised, so they put down their last worries and followed the orcs to attack with all their strength.
On the ground battlefield, King Varian jumped off the horse violently, brandishing his two-handed sword as a meat grinder into the orc formation.
The sword body followed the master's swing, spreading a blaze of energy and flames, burning the enemies that could not be chopped in the distance.
The soldiers of the alliance followed the king of his own and slammed the Blackrock Orcs' front. This wave of hedging made the alliance prevail.
The Black Dragons are a difficult group. Their strength and physique crush humans, and they are better than orcs.
However, this is not a problem that ordinary soldiers need to consider. The Dawn Knights bring the punishment light of the trial. With the dragon corps of the Black Dragon Princess faction, they are dying the dragon men under the black dragon prince.
King Varian now wielded his sword, releasing an uninterrupted whirlwind among the orc forces.
He then saw Reid Blackhand jump off the Black Dragon mount and rushed towards himself.
"Come on, you orc hybrid!"
Varian didn't hide at all, and also started to charge towards Red.
The two slammed together, and the Warhammer and the two-handed sword collided a lot of sparks.
Here you need to know that as a trumpet, you should never go and equip the graduated large frontal hard anal.
Your broken hammer is a classic epic weapon of the old age, and now you have to use it to hit the growthable artifact of Titan creation, which is a bit of a mental retardation.
Sure enough, at the moment of the collision, the artifact sword in the hands of King Varian immediately turned on, and various enhancement traits and special effects were triggered.
What a blessing from the Pantheon brother, the reconciliation of the Dawn Legion, etc., exploded Varian ’s power soaring up.
Then, the Warhammer Gaba shattered, and it was still shattered.
Reed Blackhand flew down like a kite with a broken thread and went far away.
"You garbage like that, your dad's black hand is better than you, the orthodox tribe? Bah!"
Varian looked disdainfully at Red Blackhand, who couldn't climb for a long time, and sneered loudly.
It's not that Reid's black hand is too weak, but that Varian's talent potential is too strong as a warrior, and coupled with the blessing increase of Titan's creation artifact, Reid was hard hit and did not die, which is already very good.
The black stone orc saw that his chieftain could not get up on his knees, and the morale immediately plummeted.
Coupled with the enemy on both sides now, the alliance is ahead, the new tribe is behind, this battle can hardly be fought.
Varian waved the big sword in his hand and easily killed several orc soldiers nearby.
"Continue to attack, kill them all!"
The Orthodox tribe began to collapse, and the Black Dragon Legion and the Dragon Cavalry are now almost completely annihilated. They are simply unable to fight anymore.
Except for a group of orcs who were loyal to Reid Blackhands, they scrambled to retreat their chieftains towards the interior of Blackstone Mountain, and the rest of the Blackstone Orcs began to flee towards the position of the new tribe.
"Brother is me! Don't shoot! We want to surrender!"
Shit Orthodox Tribe ~ EbookFREE.me ~ No more fights, no more fights, the old men followed the new tribe.
I have contributed to the old tribe, I shed blood for the old tribe, I want to see the old chief Orgrim!
Seeing the new tribe, it was naturally overjoyed, immediately let go of the front, opened a green channel, and started desperately to send people to his airship.
Go briskly, while the opposite league hasn't responded yet, take the people and run, the thieves are irritated.
The Alliance was chasing and chasing slowly, but still unable to run the group of black stone orcs who lost their helmets and abandoned armor, and ran wildly, watching the group of orcs ran into the tribe's airship.
In the end, the fully-fledged airship went straight into the air, with full horsepower, and decisively retreated in the direction of Kalimdor.
As for the ogre. . . Oh, anyway, the league promised to let people go, just let them go slowly.
"Damn tribal pig! Me and you are not finished!"
King Varian grabbed an arcane loudspeaker and yelled at the fast-rising tribal airship.