"Sal, do you feel... The chiefs are hiding something from us? ”

Riding on a galloping wolf warrior and carrying a strange black battle axe, Delanoch suddenly said to Sal:

"Chief Kargas almost said that just now, but was stopped by the Grand Chief..."

"I can feel it."

The young Overseer riding behind the giant frostwolf Snow Song looked at the rapidly retreating night scene around him, and nodded, "They have been mysterious since a month ago, and Elder Drektar is reluctant to tell me those things, it seems to be serious. ”

"Hey, the old men are the ones who talk about the gods."

On the other side, Garrosh pursed his lips disdainfully:

"They're getting older, and they're getting bolder, maybe they're scared by the undead."

"Shut up! Garrosh! ”

Dranosh scolded:

"No one is scared by the undead! We are not afraid of them. ”

"But don't forget, the two of us together are not enough for your dad to fight with one hand!"

As if deliberately provocative, Garrosh said to Dranosh:

"Lord Vallock thought the mask would hide his face, but he forgot that even after his death, he spoke in a tone that was imbued with the habits of the Sarufal family, almost the same tone as the Overseer of Blox."

"That's not my father!"

Dranos gritted his teeth and retorted, "He... He only has the body of his father, and he is no longer the tribal warrior he was back then. ”

"But he spared the two of us, don't be stupid, Dranoche."

Garrosh sighed and touched the scar on his cheek, the warlike orc warrior feeling a little lost as he remembered the crushing defeat at Lordaeron that day.

"He knocked us both unconscious, threw us in the wilderness, and left the axe for you... He cares about you, even if the dead can't say it directly, but he's still your father, no matter what he becomes. ”

Dranosh stopped talking, this young orc had been silent since he returned from the North, and anyone could see that there was something hidden in his heart, but unfortunately, his uncle Brooks. The Sarufar Overseers are now overseeing the battle in the Stonetalon Mountains, and there is no time to return to Orgrim to pacify Dranosh's mind.

"He's not my father!"

After ten seconds, Draranosh turned his face like an angry child, and muttered:

"I'll beat him... I swear! ”

"Okay, don't talk about it."

Thrall glanced back at the more than 1,400 orc warriors galloping behind him, these warriors were all reservists in Orgrim City, after Thrall told them to fight centaurs and ogres, all the idle warriors enthusiastically participated in the battle, but when Thrall said that he was going to help humans, the original bustling warriors were only the last 1,000 or so, these are the young generation who grew up in the world of Draenor, and have not experienced much of the war between humans and orcs.

"Alas, hatred... How can I get rid of it? ”

Thrall looked with some headache at the junction of Durotar and the Barrens in the distance, from where they were to enter the Barrens and join up with the minotaur warriors waiting there, and together they outflanked the centaurs' rear from behind.

After Thrall and the orc warriors crossed the Chishui River, they were joined by hundreds of troll warriors riding on velociraptors on the riverside, led by Woking, the young chief of the Darkspear Clan, who was also part of this circle of young people.

"Hey, Sal, we're only 2,000 people combined, and it's said that the centaurs and ogres are almost 10,000 combined."

Riding a red, feathered and bone-carved velociraptor on his back, Woking carried a large, shiny whirling knife and his own wooden spear, and shouted in the exaggerated tone of a troll:

"That's it, let alone supporting those humans... It's hard for us to protect ourselves. ”

"Bane has received the message, don't be afraid, timid Woking."

Garrosh replied loudly:

"He and the minotaur warriors of the Taurazu camp have driven to the Dust Swamp, and the Great Chief has given us the power to mobilize the orc army at the crossroads, and those barbarian centaurs are dead tonight! I'm going to make me a bow from their horse's tail! ”

"A bow made from a centaur's tail?"

Woking paused for a moment, tilted his head and said to himself:

"Does that thing work?"

"Hey, don't be stunned, come on! Let's go to fight! ”

Amid the roars of the young orcs and trolls, humanity's first alien reinforcements on another continent set off.

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"Aha!"

On the battlefield in the darkness of the night, a creature with a huge body like a half-giant grasped a heavy wooden totem engraved with ancient admonitions and historical frescoes, and in a thunderous roar, this weapon more terrifying than a warhammer slammed into the chest of a centaur brute who rushed towards him.

The half-man, half-horse monster seemed to have been hit head-on by a battering ram, and with screams and screams of terror, the creature flew upside down several meters away, slamming into the ground covered in blood and bones.

This inhuman power made the eyes of the human soldiers with muskets around the demi-giants widen, when had these human soldiers who had grown up on the Arathi Heights seen such a terrifying offensive? Adult centaurs can weigh hundreds of kilograms, but even this weight is smashed by this powerful warrior with a rough wooden totem, which... Even those savage ogres don't have such terrifying brute strength, do they?

"Fire! Fire! What are you still doing? Idiot! ”

The bloodied Arathi Greatsword Knight rushed to the edge of the position, swung his horsewhip and whipped it in the air, causing the sluggish soldiers to immediately aim at the centaur barbarians on the battlefield and pull the trigger.

"Bang, bang, bang"

Whistling hot projectiles roared in the air, in this kind of short-range shooting, even the old muskets can exert better lethality than bows and arrows, and in the smoke of gunpowder, the charge of the centaurs who had the advantage is rapidly routing, but not because of the sudden increase in the firepower of the human defenders, but because of the extra "helpers" on the human side.

Minotaur... The protocracy of Kalimdor, with the head of a cow and the body of a human, with recurved hooves and tails, is a savage warrior with incredible brute strength.

The 400 minotaur warriors of the Taurazu camp arrived at the battlefield 20 minutes ago, although at first, under the Centaur rush attack, the human defenders who had held out very difficult thought that these unseen monsters were the Centaurs' helpers, but after the Minotaur shouted and attacked the centaur position from behind, the general on the human side realized...

While these centaurs resemble centaurs, they are the enemies of centaurs... And the enemy of the enemy, isn't it a friend?

"Hey, you! Big! Half-cow man, it's you, come here! Come here! ”

Standing by a burned-out transport, Gray Jopp, the royal chamberlain of Stormgard and the temporary commander of the front, shouted to a minotaur resting in his position:

"Come here! Don't be stupid, come and help! ”

"Huh?"

Bain. Bloodhoof flicked his tail suspiciously, he covered the wound on his arm, stood up, and walked towards Gray Yop, this honest, newly adult Minotaur Young Chief looked at the mechanical parts scattered in the broken vehicle under his feet that he didn't recognize, and then looked at Gray Yopp with a black and gray face, and he said in a thick voice peculiar to Minotaurs:

"I... Not half-cattle, we're... Hashuru, you can call us Minotaurs, my name is... Bain! ”

"Oh?"

Without raising his head, Gray Yopp grabbed a heavy chain of bullets and said casually:

"Okay, Bane, right? Your lingua franca is right, come, take the handle, and lift this steam repeater. ”

The newly grown Bane is undoubtedly a powerful and qualified Minotaur warrior, but he has not dealt with humans, and in fact, few Minotaurs will voluntarily step out of their colony except for a few Minotaur pirates, a peaceful race of great strength but no quarrel with the world.

"Click"

Bane grabbed the handle of the black steam burst rifle with one hand and the handle of the heavy rifle with the other, and to the amazement of Gray Yopp and several engineers, this heavy engineering weapon, which required three adults to lift, was grabbed by Bane alone.

The minotaur looked at the complicated, black, innumerable parts assembled in his hand, shining with a cold light, his tail flicked, and he showed a sincere smile to the few people in front of him:

"Well, a little heavy... What is this thing for? ”

"Mr. Gray Yopp..."

The dwarven engineer who was in charge of assembling the steam repeater suddenly patted Gray Jopp's arm, and he looked at the minotaur with his heavy guns raised in both hands, and he whispered:

"I suddenly had a not-so-mature idea..."

A moment later, Bane stood nervously in front of the human position, with an ill-fitting helmet on his head, a heavy suit of armor on his body, and in his hands, still holding the heavy steam repeating gun, several engineers were busy checking the preparations for the firearm.

Developed by royal engineers before the fall of the Empire, this weapon is modeled after the captured Darkblade armament, but with a completely different design approach, powered by a powerful steam engine, and fires penetrating ammunition that is faster than the Darkblade's repeating rifles, but also heavier, and can only be fired from a specialized machine gun mount or from a moving vehicle.

"Wait, are you sure this thing is safe?"

Bane nervously looked back at the dwarf behind him, who took out a bottle of wine, took a sip of it, and shouted to the minotaur:

"I don't know, but if it does, then this thing is definitely a weapon made for you half-giants... Okay, turn around, lad, aim for those centaurs... 3,2,1...Fire! ”

"Boom, boom, boom, boom"

Several wisps of white gas suddenly burst out from the body of the heavy gun in Bane's hand, and with the start of the steam engine in the gun, this stupid black thing was like a revived beast, roaring and spewing out of the muzzle like a burst of light like sparks.

The sudden impact caused Bane to subconsciously take two steps back, but the young minotaur immediately straightened up, and under the roar of the dwarven engineer, he began to clumsily aim his gun at the centaur brute who had no time to dodge.

Minotaurs and centaurs are real feuds, especially the bloodhoof minotaurs of Mogore, who originally lived in a bleak place, but were driven out of their ancestral land by the united centaur tribe a few years ago, and were even almost wiped out by a large number of barbarians, if it weren't for the fact that the orc legions were also digging ore in the bleak land at that time, and helped when they saw the minotaurs being besieged, there would be no bloodhoof minotaurs now.

Bane has personally experienced the war between the Minotaur and the Centaur, this peaceful Minotaur has a hatred engraved in his bones for the Centaur, when the Centaur attacked the human, the Minotaur was also the first to rush to support, although they are not allies with the human, but if they can see the destruction of the Centaur Clan, then the Minotaur is even willing to ally with the demon!

And now, in this cold night, Bane held the most advanced weapon of the Human Empire, in the roar of the steam engine, in the storm of bullets composed of hundreds of piercing bullets and bullets per second, in the violent trembling of his own arms, in the frantic beating of brass shells, Bane saw those ugly centaurs one by one by the weapons in his hands into flying stumps and severed arms.

In the midst of the flesh and blood that made the entire battlefield silent, the young minotaur felt incomparably happy, he roared like an avenger, more and more skillfully carrying the heavy steam gun in his hand, in the tail wagging, he stepped out of the defense line step by step, like a half-bull terminator in another world, every step forward, accompanied by the death of dozens of centaur brute.

"Click"

The muffled sound of the firing pin emptying the last bullet brought Bane to his senses from that catharsis of madness, and he looked down at the rifle that had stopped firing in his hand, and he looked back at the dwarven engineer in confusion, who ran over with a heavy bullet box and taught Bane to put on a new one.

Behind him, Grey Yopp was shouting at the sluggish minotaur warriors:

"You guys! Hey, half-bulls! Don't stand stupid, come here, there are more than a dozen steam guns here, come here! With the Light on us, we've finally found the right way to use this heavy thing. ”

Ten minutes later, the belated alliance of orcs and trolls only had time to form a hunting formation on the periphery to round up the centaur barbarians who were already on the verge of collapse in the bullet storm, and Lord Kokar Khan, who was still in high spirits and ambitious at the time of departure, had already turned into a disgusting mosaic under the combined fire of three steam guns.

Seeing his new friends galloping over on the wolf warriors, a tired Bane stood up and waved his hand at them, along with the black guns he was carrying on his back, and the simple young minotaur said to Thrall and Garrosh who had rushed over:

"Look, Sal, the new weapon of our human friends... Seriously, this thing is a lot more powerful than a bow and arrow! ”