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A huge abomination lunged at Sal with outstretched arms, and was shot in the head on the spot.

The appearance is a big fat man, the waist circumference is not to say five or six meters of abhorrence, under this hammer, the sutures on the body directly burst, and the scorching fire flows between the pieces of meat that are sewn together.

The next moment, the huge body was torn apart on the spot.

Sal thought he was violent, but he was suddenly frightened by a loud roar in his ears.

That's Kane Bloodhoof.

The minotaur chieftain, who was burly and a full circle larger than Sal, was the youngest and most vigorous.

A large totem pole large enough to be used as the main beam of the orc barracks swept away, and the two abominations that pounced on him had been broken in half, and he picked up the lower body of an abomination and threw it out without difficulty, as if it were bowling and like a cannonball, knocking down the dozens of abominations that swarmed up with a crackle.

Even the abominable roar Grom, who slashed an abomination to death with an axe, watched in amazement.

The place where the dwarves chose to build the walls is naturally the narrowest and steepest part of the mountain path. The total length of the left and right sides is 200 meters, which sounds like a long time, but in fact, it is definitely extremely narrow for a battlefield

Excluding the taller, sturdy fortresses protruding from the city walls, the actual length of the enemy is only 150 meters. Guarded by the chiefs of the tribes, whether it is miscellaneous soldiers or elites, it is really as many as they come.

Seeing that the number of the undead army was gradually increasing, Woking waved his hand, and immediately shook the handle of the pump up and down vigorously on the orcs on the fortress, using the FFF flamethrower that had terrified the tribe on the undead.

The flamethrower of the city defense version is even more frustrating, and the improved fire oil is clearer and has a higher combustion ratio, because of the 45-degree mountain and the upper hand, the flame tongue can easily be sprayed 100 meters away.

After a few rounds of back-and-forth, the eight bastions had turned the narrow mountain passage into a flaming purgatory.

The blasting of the small steel cannon, coupled with the watering of the flamethrower, even if the occasional elite-level abomination can rush up with all the rage, is only the work of an orc centurion or a minotaur with a single blow.

Grom carried the [Blood Roar], and his eyes seemed to travel through time and space, back to the magnificent era of the Great War.

Once upon a time, the battlefield of the Alliance and the Horde was one dominated by strength, skill, and courage. It was a time when the elite of the tribe who had experienced the Draenei wars flexed their muscles.

Until, a human named Duke Marcus was born and completely rewrote the landscape of the battlefield.

His little invention, the F flamethrower, made the 100,000 elites of the Warsong Clan unable to advance an inch in the Silver Pine Forest area. had to rely on the Blackstone clan, which was more powerful in its innate fire resistance attributes, as the main force.

Unexpectedly, thirteen years have passed, and now it is the turn of the orcs to clean up the Scourge Legion with flames.

"Be careful!" Varok shouted suddenly.

Everyone Huo Ran found that there were many huge abominations wrapped in the breath of frost, and after rushing through the dead zone of the cannonballs, they waded through the sea of fire, and killed the city wall in a daze.

"With [incendiary bombs]!" Sal decisively ordered.

At the back of the platform of the city wall, the orcs threw the iron lumps of the metal shell with all hands and feet extremely rudely, and then, when the so-called [incendiary bomb] was thrown into the sea of fire, a burst of even more fierce fire suddenly burst out.

The heat generated there was unbearable, even for the orcs standing upwind. Not to mention the abomination in the midst of fire.

The ultra-high temperature made his fat body keep 'losing weight', and the essence of the corpse was still fat and bones, as long as the fire was fierce enough, the abomination itself was a huge combustible.

Finally broke through the abomination of the frontier purgatory, and knelt like this.

"Haha! If the Burning Legion is at this level, let alone three days and three nights, even if it is a week at a time, I will have no problem. "There are young orc warriors who are proud.

As if it was a slap in the face, the darkness in the distance was overwhelming, and a large number of gargoyles began to fly over the height line of the forbidden sky.

Sal's face darkened: "Let the brothers from the wolf cavalry prepare to cast the net." ”

At this stage, the tribe is so poor that there are not many heads of bipedal wyverns, where is it possible to compete with thousands of gargoyles on the other side?

Fortunately, the peculiarities of Mount Hyjal have kept the gargoyle from climbing to a higher level, otherwise this battle would not have been fought at all. In fact, the only effective ranged weapons of the Horde, in addition to the nets, are the inefficient spears in the hands of the trolls.

Of course, the tribe still has shamans.

It's a pity that shamans are so rare, they are all baby bumps, and they are afraid to melt in the palm of their hands. Except for throwing the rear to heal the wounded, Sal will not let the shamans go to the front until the end.

At this time, Brian's [Giant Worm Larvae] musket on the third wall accidentally misfired.

"Bang!" a loud gunshot startled the surrounding Alliance soldiers.

Brian's face was not red, his heart was not beating, and he ran the train with his mouth full: "I don't understand this! I am firing a gun as a signal to tell you that it is time to load [triple-bullets]. ”

The so-called [three-style bullet], this is also Du's bad taste. Originally, when he came up with this idea, he didn't expect dwarves and gnomes to work it out.

But the dwarves are not afraid that you have a big brain, but they are afraid that your brain is unreliable and wastes a lot of materials.

Duke, who seems to have a big and reliable brain, is naturally the god of invention among the dwarfs. During his absence, the dwarves took Duke's idea as the "Duke Bible", developed the "three-style bomb" and mass-produced it.

The short version of the [three-type bullet] is to use a large shell, with many incendiary bullets in the body of the projectile, taking the mourning caliber of the small steel cannon as an example, the diameter of the shell is one meter, the length is three meters, the total weight is 1360kg, there are 996 to 1200 submunitions in the bullet, there are various caliber versions such as small steel cannon and small Duke gun.

Once it is blasted out, it will be the Heavenly Maiden scattering flowers, no matter how many air forces there are in that area, all of them will be served in one pot.

What the?

Why not just put on a shotshot, like a grapeshell from a cannon?

The grape projectile has too close a range to hit far!

What's more, if you fire a cannon behind the orcs, once the cannonball can't go around the wall in front of you and hit the orc's ass, maybe before the Burning Legion kills it, the Alliance and the Horde will start to do it themselves.

Just as Sal was struggling to prepare to carry it, the small steel cannon that had killed their predecessors miserably opened fire again. It's different from the kind of cannonball that exploded to the ground just now.

This is a cone of flames that explodes directly into the air, like fireworks.