Chapter 1411 Tribe’s Feast

Countless pieces of flesh and blood fell from the sky.

On the ground, the furious evil orcs continued to vent their anger in vain in the mud and cable piles.

However, anyone with a bit of discernment will know that Illidan's side will definitely lose.

When the Flying Snake card is knocked out, all the rescue efforts of the Naga clan are destined to be in vain.

A few kilometers away, on top of a huge stone mushroom, no one noticed that Vashchi was watching the battle with the alliance's standard telescope.

The top pair of arms put down the telescope, and Vashchi's mouth curved sarcastically: "Let's go! Those brainless guys are finished."

"Wait!" The person who tried to dissuade him was a night elf who was wearing a black robe on his lower body and naked on his upper body, revealing a magic spell tattoo and covering his eyes with a black cloth.

"What?" Vashchi's slightly furrowed brows showed his displeasure.

"Vashj, do you dare to abandon your master's army like this?" The night elf asked Vashj sharply.

"Pay attention to your identity! Leothras!" A male Naga holding a huge golden-red angular warhammer immediately stepped forward and stood between the night elf and his master Vashj.

"It's you Naga who should pay attention to your identity! As servants of your master, you actually abandoned more than 100,000 combat troops because of cowardice!" The night elves refused to give in.

Unexpectedly, the sarcastic curve at the corner of Vasqi's mouth became even more serious: "Are you talking about those 100,000 idiots who can only eat up everything they can eat, but can't do anything, and their heads are full of muscles?"

"you……"

"Enough! Blind man! You are the one who pays attention to your identity! You are now a direct subordinate of Lord Vashj. Before Illidan comes with new orders, even if Lord Vashj wants to execute you, you should not have any complaints. ." The male Naga hit the top of the mushroom with a hammer, causing the mushroom umbrella, which was so hard that a house could be built on it, to crack open.

The blind man is, of course, Leothras. As a moon guardian who was extremely glorious in ancient times, and as a betrayer of the night elves, under the guidance of Illidan, he also gave up his eyeballs in exchange for the power of demons and became a demon hunter.

Of course, this is also a clear proof that he is Illidan's strongest supporter.

"Calathres, you..." Leotheras was speechless for a moment.

When Deepwater Lord Calathres wanted to say something else, he was stopped by Vashj.

"Of course my men and I are willing to fight for Master Illidan, but the premise is that we can find new ways to deal with those things flying in the sky. Unfortunately, it seems that now, with my poor wisdom, I, Vashj, can only do This is it. Extra resistance will only increase casualties, and those who died... are also the master's servants, am I right?" Vashj's words contained a frivolous tone that made Leotheras feel excited.

Vashj's words made the demon hunter angry. If he had enough strength, he would almost want to teach Vashj and the damn Deepwater Lord a lesson.

It's a pity that Vashj's strength is definitely the unquestionable number one among Illidan's men.

Vashj smiled: "If Master Illidan were here, he would definitely give wiser instructions. Unfortunately, he is not here. As the commander-in-chief of the war zone, I will exercise the power given to me by Master Illidan before he left in my own war zone. Is there anything wrong? The loyal Mr. Leothras."

The demon hunter was trembling all over, but he was unable to do more to Vashj.

Illidan has a large territory in the Outlands.

Naturally, he needs many subordinates to help him control his territory. First of all, Vashj didn't leave her war zone, and secondly she didn't raise the flag of rebellion. She just abandoned some evil orcs that were not under her control. You really can't blame her more.

Even if she wanted to rebel, what could he do?

"Let's go." Vasqi took the lead, leading the Deep Water Lord, swaying the snake's tail one after another, and quickly came to the edge of the huge mushroom umbrella.

A powerful spring of water suddenly spewed out under the guidance of Vashj's power, forming a 100-meter-high elevator that slowly took her and Karathras down, and stunned the blind Leothras. Behind.

Leothras stamped his feet, and finally made a super high-altitude dive, gracefully crashing into the deep water next to the stone mushroom, and swam to the Serpent Temple located in the Serpent Lake in the middle of Zangarmarsh.

On the other side, on the Black Pearl, multiple detectors placed everywhere transmitted images of Vashj's departure. Duke secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Vashj is gone," Duke said.

"Oh, I thought you were going to use the last stuff on the transport ship." Brian smiled.

"If used, our allies will cry."

"Hehe, I don't mind using it."

Duke and Brian played charades, leaving Yrel with questions on his head.

Those last bits are asphalt.

Ironforge's crude oil refining is not yet complete, and the proportion of diesel extracted is not high. However, as the by-product of crude oil, asphalt is the easiest to extract, but there is a lot of it.

Sticky stuff like asphalt is good for paving roads. Now the Glory Avenue from the Dark Portal to the Glory Castle is a road paved with asphalt, in addition to the railroad tracks that must be laid when the Alliance fights.

It's just that it's not a carriage, but a truck pulled by the Qiraji. After all, demons can easily destroy railroad tracks, but roads are not so easy. On roads in good condition, Qiraji bugs can easily pull a one-ton carriage 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 would leave no room for survival.

Even though asphalt is extremely viscous, it is still a petroleum product and can catch fire at just five or six hundred degrees Celsius. Now that the Alliance has thrown incendiary bombs and bombs in three directions of the evil orc army, and then thrown asphalt on top, then this will be another feast of barbecue orcs.

During the first and second Dark Portal wars, it was definitely a joy to watch. If there is no need to do this now, Sal will be fine if he doesn't fall out.

Fortunately, Vashj chose to abandon his pig teammates.

At this time, the tribal elites hiding far away in the east were already waiting impatiently.

Fortunately, they finally got Duke's message.

In the mirror image of the magical transmission, Thrall saw Duke's face in Karazhan as he wished: "Vashj is gone, the Horde can go."

"Huh -" Thrall took a long breath: "Thank you, Duke, the tribe owes the Alliance a big favor."

"You're welcome. I hope to see these transformed tribal warriors on the front lines of the battlefield against the Burning Legion." Duke smiled and nodded: "Yes, do you still need the Alliance to do a small favor for the tribe?"

Sal originally said that there was no need, but then changed his mind: "It's okay."

As a result, the Horde army saw the Alliance's flying warships begin to drop sand on the evil orcs struggling in the mud and tangled steel cables.

Thrall immediately understood that this was to provide a place for tribal warriors to stay!

Even if you don’t want to admit it, you must admit that today is destined to be a feast for the tribe!