Thrall said hello, and the impatient tribal warrior rushed forward.

At this moment, the sides of the Alliance cruisers and destroyers in the sky suddenly flashed with countless intricate and delicate magic circles.

Moments later, the Blizzard's ice bolts landed in front of the Horde's path, and a magical storm spawned out of thin air for support purposes, easily extinguishing the flames that were blocking the Horde's advance.

Thrall bared his teeth, I really don't know when the tribe will be able to play [Clear-Ground Integration] and [Infantry Cannon Coordination] as smoothly as the Alliance.

There is no way, if you are backward and not beaten, it is already the alliance to give face. The rusty water chaebol who took refuge in the tribe was not a good church, and everything was provided to the tribe for free.

In the vein of his rusty chaebol, he wants to develop flying warships, redress the light weapons of the infantry, and make an artillery revolution...... This is absolutely unrealistic. Thrall was also afraid that if he forced that guy to be too powerful, and let the cunning goblin trade prince escape, the tribe would lose even more.

Well, the Horde can only be obediently infantry now, with some magical support at most. What high-tech war can only be handed over to the Alliance.

Anyway, the alliance is now kind.

Those guys who are wallowing in the mud and in the messy cables are living babes!

How to catch?

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

The wolf cavalry of the tribe used a net to throw nets against enemies who could not fly high, but it was not so troublesome to deal with these ridiculous opponents.

Regardless of whether you struggle or not, a noose goes up, and an evil orc is like a prelude to the separation of five horses, and he is pulled out in a strange posture.

Anyway, the evil orcs are even thicker and thicker-skinned, and even if they strangle their necks for a long time, they may not be able to lose their breath.

Whenever an unlucky ghost is successfully pulled out, a group of ill-intentioned infantry directly educates these mad compatriots with sticks as thick as their thighs (physics).

The unconscious evil orcs, who were beaten all over their heads and even smashed a few teeth, were directly dragged behind and handed over to the orc laborers to be tied up with the special ropes given by the alliance. One by one, they were tied like rice dumplings and thrown into the open space casually.

It wasn't any ordinary hemp rope, considering the sheer size of the beast's manpower. Those ropes are specially mixed with steel wire, plus special steel handcuffs, unless they are of the level of strength of the Minotaur, and they are tied too badly, don't think about escaping.

The orcs on the outskirts of the mire were quickly cleaned up.

The orc laborers scurried up and threw thick pieces of wood onto the mire as a foothold for the wolf cavalry. The wolf jumped happily and deftly on the wooden pedals, continuing to drag the orcs out of the depths of the swamp and knock them unconscious.

Looking at this ridiculous scene of thousands of people cleaning up more than 100,000, Thrall and Ogrim rode their mounts and stood in the distance, their expressions extremely strange.

"It's horrible. Duke calculated that the freshly filled lake would turn into a mire if it was not watered by heavy rains. You can summon such a massive rain with mortal power, and that kind of anti-air artillery......" Sal sighed.

"He's a genuine demigod. Orgrim reminded with an urn.

At this time, a herald came to inform Sal: "The alliance has sent someone. ”

"Who?"

"A man who claims to be Mark Dooku, with a squad of dwarven chamber guards and a ...... Delaney woman. ”

The dwarven guards are known for their bravery and loyalty, and have always been directly subordinate to the Copperbeard Dwarven royal family, and this emissary will not be a fake.

What's just a Draenei for?

Ogrim's brow was on the verge of wringing out water.

Seriously, more than twenty years ago, Orgrim also participated in the great battle between the orcs and the draenei. Not to mention far, even last year, I had heard of the Draenei clashing with other normal orc clans.

Ogrim was upset that the Draenei were hugging the League's incomparably thick thighs.

The alliance and Shattrath City frowned, and the envoys of the two sides frequently discussed the details of joining the alliance, and the tribe also knew about it, and basically announced it in the end.

Just as the Coalition eventually acquiesced in the Forsaken and Goblins joining the Horde, the Horde is not in a position to blame the Coalition for this.

Sal nodded.

Then, in the midst of a group of giants who are often two and a half meters tall, such a team of guys with an average height of less than one and a half meters walked in.

"Mark, I'm afraid ......"

Among the countless Draenei rumors, the orcs of the tribe are the most terrifying and vicious. Rumors of orcs eating people have never stopped.

In fact, this is a misunderstanding, although orcs have evolved sharp fangs for unknown tens of thousands of years in order to bite their thick prey, but that is only for lower prey. Orcs don't eat people.

Just like the Minotaur and the Ox, they are not the same race.

But on the battlefield, the furious Orcs, after losing their weapons, often pounced, smashed with their fists, dug with their claws, and even slit the throats of the Draenei with their fanged mouths.

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

Even if Duke repeatedly emphasized that these were new tribes and new orcs without the aftermath of demonic blood, Irel was still afraid!

Even if there was a team of dwarven chamber guards wearing more than 100 pounds of heavy armor around her, it was a pity that their low height still exposed her to the sight of those muscular green giants wearing black iron heavy armor.

The feeling of being condescendingly looked down upon by an old enemy sucks.

The hoof couldn't help but clutch the sleeve of this Marc Dooku, oh no, the back was almost the whole person sticking up.

Well, although it feels pretty cool to give the Delaney Jungfraujoch to the top, Duke tries to calm himself down.

Wait a minute!

That's a hoof!

Blue-skinned, anti-knuckle Draenei!

Can I react to such a guy?

No - I'm not a defilement!

I am a disciplined and moral gentleman of the new age, oh demigod!

However, Duke is a man who is used to seeing big scenes.

Seeing Thrall and Orgrim, Duke gently backhanded the hoof's arm and let her go.

"Ahh There was no way, Sal's giant guards, who were often more than two and a half meters tall, put too much pressure on her.

Duke controlled this Mark and smiled: "Good morning, dear Great Chief. I'm Mark Dooku, and I bring greetings from Lord Duke Marcus, the commander of the Alliance. ”

"Good morning, Archmage Mark, greetings to your commander-in-chief on my behalf. ”

"I also know that the Great Chief is busy, so I would like to ask on behalf of the Alliance, if the Great Chief is interested in experimenting with a new way to relieve the demon's blood addiction?"

Thrall and Orgrim's ears instantly pricked up.