In the sky, countless pieces of flesh fell.

On the ground, furious orcs still fretted their fury in the mud and the piles of cables.

However, anyone with a little vision will know that the Illidan side is lost.

When the Flying Serpent card was removed, all the Naga rescues were doomed to be in vain.

On top of a huge stone mushroom a few kilometers away, no one noticed that Vasqi was actually watching the battle here with the Alliance's standard telescope.

The top pair of arms put down the binoculars, and the corners of Vasqui's mouth curled sarcastically: "Let's go! ”

"Wait!" dissuaded a Night Elf wearing a black robe on the lower half and naked on the upper body, revealing a magical charm tattoo and blindfolded with a black cloth.

"What?" frowned slightly, showing Vaschi's displeasure.

"Vaskey, do you dare to abandon your master's army like this?" the Night Elf snapped at Vaschi.

"Watch who you are! Leosheras!" a male Naga, armed with a large golden-red angular war hammer, stepped forward to stand between the Night Elves and his master, Vaschi.

"It's you Naga who want to pay attention to your identity!You, as the servant of your master, actually abandoned more than 100,000 combat power at will because of your timidity!" The Night Elves refused to give an inch.

Who knows, the sneering curve at the corner of Vasqi's mouth is even worse: "Are you saying that those 100,000 will only eat everything they can eat, but they can't do anything, and their heads are full of muscles?"

"You ......"

"That's enough, blind! You're the one who pays attention to your identity! You're now a subordinate under Lord Vaschi. Until Illidan has a new order, you should not complain even if Lord Vaskey wants to execute you. "The male Naga slammed his hammer down on the top of the mushroom, cracking the mushroom umbrella that was hard enough to build a house on it.

The blind man is, of course, Leoselas. As a moon guardian who was once extremely glorious in ancient times, and as a betrayer of the Night Elves, he also gave up a pair of his eyeballs under the guidance of Illidan in exchange for demonic power and became a demon hunter.

Of course, this is also a great proof that he is the staunchest supporter of Illidan.

"Calathres, you ......," Leoselas was momentarily speechless.

When the Lord of the Deep Water, Karathres, was about to say something, he was stopped by Vaschi.

"Of course my men and I are willing to fight for the master of Illidan, but only if there is a new way to deal with the things that fly in the sky. Unfortunately, now it seems that with my weak wisdom, Vasqi can only go so far. Excess resistance only adds to the casualties and deaths...... Am I right, also a servant of my master?" Vasqui's voice had a flirtatious tone that made Leoselas feel good.

Vaschi's words made the demon hunter angry. If he had enough strength, he would almost want to teach Vasqi and the damn Lord of the Deep Water a lesson.

It's a pity that Vasqi's strength is definitely the undoubted number one under Illidan.

Vasqi smiled, "If the master of Illidan had been here, he would have given more wise instructions." Unfortunately he is not there, and I, as the commander-in-chief of the war zone, am I wrong to exercise the authority that the master of Illidan gave me in my own war zone before he left? ”

The Demon Hunter trembled all over, but he couldn't do anything more than Vaskey.

Illidan has a large territory in the Outlands.

Naturally, he needs a lot of subordinates to help him control the territory. Vaschi didn't leave her war zone first, and secondly didn't raise the flag of rebellion, but just abandoned some of the orcs who were not under her control. I can't really blame her for any more.

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

"Let's go. Vasqi took the lead, leading the Lord of the Deep Water, swaying the snake's tail one after the other, and Shi Shiran came to the edge of the giant mushroom umbrella.

A powerful fountain of water suddenly gushed up under the guidance of Vasqui's power, forming an elevator up to a height of 100 meters, slowly connecting her and Karaseres, leaving the blind Leoselas behind.

Leoselas stomped her foot, and finally took a super-high dive, slammed gracefully into the deep water on the edge of the stone mushroom, and swam to the Viper Temple in the middle of the Zangar Marsh.

On the other side, on the Black Pearl, multiple probes placed in various places transmitted images of Vasqui's departure. Duke secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Vasqi is gone. Duke said.

"Oh, I thought you were going to use the last of those things on the transport. Brian smiled.

"If it does, our allies will cry. ”

"Hehe, I don't mind using it. ”

Duke and Brian play dumb riddles, leaving Iriel's head full of question marks.

The last thing is asphalt.

The refining of crude oil is not very good in the iron furnace fort, and the proportion of diesel extraction is not high, but as the most easy by-product of crude oil, asphalt, there are many of them.

It's a good thing to use asphalt as a sticky thing to pave the road, and now the Glory Avenue from the Dark Gate to the Glory Castle is an asphalt-paved road except for the railroad tracks that the Alliance must lay in battle.

It's just that it's not a carriage that walks, but a wagon pulled by the Zerg. After all, demons can easily break railroad tracks, but roads are not so easy. The road is in good condition, and its pulling bugs can easily pull a one-ton wagon on it, which is a beneficial addition to the supply lines of the Alliance and the Horde.

Of course, pouring asphalt on those orcs is leaving no way out.

Asphalt is extremely viscous, after all, it is also a petroleum product, and it can catch fire in five or six hundred degrees. Now that the Alliance has dropped incendiary bombs and bombs in all three directions of the Orc Army, and then throwing asphalt on it, it will be another feast for the orcs.

During the First and Second Dark Gate Wars, it was definitely a great pleasure. If there is no need to do this now, Sal will be almost the same if he doesn't turn his face.

Thankfully, Vaskey chose to abandon his pig teammates.

At this time, the tribal elite hiding in the distance to the east had long been impatient.

Thankfully, they finally got a message from Duke.

In the mirror image of the magic teleportation, Thrall saw Duke's face in Karazhan as he wished: "Vasqi is gone, the tribe can be on it." ”

"Whew-" Thrall let out a long breath, "Thank you, Duke, the tribe owes the Alliance a great favor. ”

"No thanks, I hope to see these reformed tribal warriors on the battlefield front against the Burning Legion. Duke smiled and nodded, "Yes, do you need the Alliance to do the tribe a small favor?"

Sal wanted to say no, but quickly changed his mind: "It's hard." ”

The Horde army saw as the Alliance's airships began to drop sand on the orcs struggling through the mud and the mess of steel cables.

Sal immediately understood, this is to give the tribal warriors a foothold!

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