Chapter 1412 Brand New Method

Thrall said hello, and the tribal warriors who had been waiting impatiently rushed forward.

At this moment, countless intricate and intricate patterns suddenly flashed across the sides of Alliance cruisers and destroyers in the sky.

A moment later, the ice arrows of [Blizzard] fell in front of the tribe's advance route, and a magical storm only used for support was generated out of thin air, easily extinguishing the flames blocking the advancement of the tribe's army.

Thrall bared his teeth. I really don’t know when the Horde will be able to play [Open Ground Integration] and [Infantry and Artillery Coordination] as smoothly as the Alliance.

There is no way, if you fall behind and don’t get beaten, it’s already the alliance giving you face. The Bilgewater Cartel, which has taken refuge in the tribe, is not a charity, and provides everything to the tribe for free.

As far as the Bilgewater Cartel is concerned, they want to develop flying battleships, replace infantry with light weapons, and want to revolutionize artillery... This is absolutely unrealistic. Thrall was also afraid that if he pushed Gaster too hard and let the cunning goblin trade prince run away, the tribe would suffer even more losses.

Well, the tribe can only be infantry for now, with some magic support at most. High-tech warfare can only be left to the Alliance.

After all, the alliance is kind now.

Those guys rolling in the mud and tangled cables are living treasures!

How to catch it?

The lasso given to the tribe by the Alliance is a great artifact.

The wolf cavalry of the tribe use nets to deal with enemies that cannot fly high, but it is not that troublesome to deal with these ridiculous opponents. Each of them seems to be possessed by a Western cowboy from the earth, directly lassoing up, and pulling out with the tug of the wolf. .

Regardless of whether you struggle or not, a lasso is pulled up, and an evil orc is pulled out in a weird posture like a prelude to being quartered.

Anyway, evil orcs are more thick-skinned and fleshy, and even if they are strangled for a long time, they may not die.

Whenever an unlucky man is successfully pulled out, a group of ill-intentioned infantrymen directly use sticks as thick as thighs to indoctrinate these crazy compatriots (physics).

The unconscious evil orc, who had been beaten all over his head and even had a few teeth smashed out, was dragged directly to the back and handed over to the orc peons to be tied up with anti-joint ropes provided by the alliance. They were tied up like rice dumplings one by one and thrown into the open space casually.

That was no ordinary hemp rope, considering the evil beast's immense manpower. Those ropes are made of steel wire, plus special steel handcuffs. Unless you have the strength of a tauren and the binding is too bad, you can't even think of escaping.

The evil orcs outside the swamp were quickly dealt with.

The orc peons ran up and threw strips of thick wood onto the mire to serve as stepping stones for the wolf cavalry. The war wolf jumped happily and nimbly on the wooden steps, and continued to drag out the evil orcs from the depths of the swamp and knock them unconscious.

Seeing this ridiculous scene of thousands of people taking care of more than 100,000 people, Thrall and Orgrim stood in the distance on their mounts, both of them with extremely weird expressions.

"It's really scary. Duke actually predicted that the newly filled lake would turn into a swamp again if it didn't withstand heavy rain. He could also summon such a large-scale rain with the power of a mortal, as well as that kind of anti-aircraft artillery..." Sal sighed.

"He is still a genuine demigod." Orgrim reminded angrily.

At this time, a messenger came over to inform Thrall: "The Alliance has sent people over."

"who?"

"A man who calls himself Mark Dooku is accompanied by a small group of dwarven Vault Guards and a... Draenei woman."

The dwarf secret chamber guards are known for their bravery and loyalty. They have always been directly affiliated with the Bronzebeard dwarf royal family. This messenger is not a fake.

Just let a Draenei do it?

Orgrim's brows were almost wet.

To be honest, Orgrim also participated in the war between the orcs and the draenei more than 20 years ago. Not to mention far away, even last year, we had heard of conflicts between the Draenei and other normal orc clans.

Orgrim was unhappy with the fact that the Draenei were clinging to the extremely thick thigh of the Alliance.

The Alliance and Shattrath City have been flirting with each other, and envoys from both sides have frequently discussed the details of joining the alliance. The Horde is also aware of this, and it is basically just a matter of final announcement.

Just as the Alliance finally acquiesced in the Forsaken and Goblins joining the Horde, the Horde had no position to blame the Alliance on this matter.

Thrall nodded.

Then, a group of guys with an average height of less than 1.6 meters walked in among a group of giants who were often two and a half meters tall.

"Mark, I'm afraid..."

Among the countless draenei rumors, the orcs of the tribe are the most terrifying and vicious. There have never been rumors about orcs cannibalizing humans.

In fact, this is a misunderstanding. Although orcs have evolved sharp fangs in order to bite thick-muscled prey for countless thousands of years in the past, they were only for low-level prey. Orcs don't eat humans.

Just like tauren and cows, they are not the same race.

But on the battlefield, the extremely violent evil orcs, after losing their weapons, would often pounce on them, smash them with their fists, dig with their claws, and even bite the draenei's throats with their fanged mouths.

This left a serious psychological shadow on the draenei towards the orcs.

Even though Duke repeatedly emphasized that these were new tribes and new orcs without the sequelae of demon blood, Yrel was still afraid!

Even though there was a team of dwarf secret room guards wearing over a hundred kilograms of armor around her, unfortunately their short height still exposed her to the sight of those muscular green giants wearing heavy black iron armor.

The feeling of being looked down upon by an old enemy is terrible.

The hoof couldn't help but tightly grasp the sleeve of Lord Mark Dooku, oh, no, almost the whole person was pressed against it.

Well, although it felt quite good to be pushed up by the Delaney Jungfrau, Duke tried to calm down.

etc!

Those are hooves!

Draenei with blue skin and reverse-jointed hooves!

Can I react to such a guy?

No - I'm not Dudu!

I am a gentleman with integrity and morality in the new era, oh, demigod!

However, Duke is a person accustomed to big scenes.

Seeing Thrall and Orgrim, Duke gently pinched Hoof's arm with his backhand, asking her to let go.

"Ah!" Yirel let go as if she was electrocuted, but she was still very close to Duke. There was nothing she could do. Thrall's giant bodyguards, who were often over two and a half meters tall, put too much pressure on her.

Duke controlled Mark and smiled: "Good morning, dear chief. I am Mark Dooku, and I bring the greetings of Lord Duke Marcus, the commander of the alliance."

"Good morning, His Excellency Archmage Mark, give my regards to your commander-in-chief."

"I also know that the war chief is very busy, so I would like to ask on behalf of the alliance if the war chief is interested in testing a new method to relieve the addiction to demon blood?"

Thrall and Orgrim's ears instantly stood up.