The ogre race fully proves the fairness of nature's creation.
With a strong body and a stunted brain, he is so cruel that he is so cute.
When Turalyon was fighting with them, he couldn't help but wonder, are all the orcs in the tribe monsters?
You can still win a battle against this kind of thing. Draenor is a really scary place.
But teasing is teasing, and from a hostile standpoint, Turalyon clearly saw through the ogre's weakness.
There must be a leader.
Ogres with "brains" are terrifying battlefield crushers, but as long as their "brains" are decapitated, it doesn't take 10% of the battle damage. As long as the alliance's army seems to be more than them, the ogres will Collapse and then chase after you, often results in a big victory.
Although I don’t know what the legendary ogre Gallia Empire is like, these ogres who were driven and gathered by the orcs are just a ragtag group.
The situation of the war has become increasingly clear.
Victory is within reach.
The orcs tried to drive away tigers and devour wolves, but these ogres were just jackals. As long as he mastered the correct way to deal with them, Turalyon was confident that his guns and oars would be wiped out while talking and laughing.
The orcs were so huddled and insignificant that Turalyon always felt unsatisfactory.
Unfortunately, with more and more intelligence analysis, Turalyon also understood that it was time to stop.
Seeing the soldiers rejoicing because of the order to retreat, the generals understood that this battle could not be fought.
After three years of fighting on the battlefield, the oldest group of soldiers have turned into veterans. Even the "new" soldiers have been fighting on the battlefield of life and death for a year and a half.
Survival, dignity, glory.
As a mortal race, these soldiers have done well enough and no more can be asked of them.
Senior generals may understand that cutting grass does not remove the root, but spring breeze will bring new growth, but for the vast majority of soldiers, crossing the Dark Portal to Draenor is a punishing war.
Now, the Alliance is victorious, and the orcs and their monster allies are beaten to a pulp by the hamsters.
Such achievements are enough to brag about to Ahua at the village chief's home.
That's all, Carlos is not in a hurry, why should I be in a hurry.
Although Turalyon wanted to continue fighting until the orcs ran out of ammunition and food.
But the battlefield is a place that encourages people to mature, and Turalyon is no longer the simple boy he once was.
War is a continuation of politics. It is your luck to have Carlos at the top. You can do whatever your superiors ask you to do, don't think too much.
The entire army is filled with a happy atmosphere. Soldiers privately exchange trophies and collectibles. Quartermasters count large quantities of captured materials and recyclable armaments. Some special departments and mages lead soldiers who seem to be motivated to actually control the alliance. Crazy search for Draenor souvenirs within the area.
Everyone understood that the day to go home was not far away.
There is a cheerful atmosphere in the Tanarion Jungle.
Only on Carlos' side, the atmosphere was very solemn.
"Why not let me participate?"
Turalyon slammed the table and stood up.
"Because the alliance needs a commander."
Carlos answered calmly.
"You are the general marshal of the alliance, I..."
"You are you, I am me, you can't fight me, do you have to say it so clearly?"
"You...I...fuck you!"
"Stop being childish and look outside. There are flowers and flowers and laughter. If something happens this time, how many mothers in Dolodanlun do you think will lose their sons, how many wives will become widows, and how many children will take their stepfather's surname?"
Everyone else present was pretending that there was beautiful scenery on the ground and not getting involved in the feud between the two most prestigious bosses in the alliance army.
Because of the information provided by the bronze dragon Chromie, the mages finally discovered that something was wrong.
Legion technology is shocking.
Even the great mage of Silver Moon City, who has his eyes high above his head, has to admit that the devil's tricks are really awesome.
Completely different from the magic system of elves/humans, the summoning ritual of orcs/demon is actually entangled with the Dark Portal through the ley lines of Draenor.
If left unchecked, the consequences will be very serious.
No one knows how serious it is, but it’s just serious.
This is the crux.
There is no way to tell this kind of irresponsible judgment to the soldiers under his command, and even to recruit the nobles from the Alliance of Lordaeron to ask for military expenses, it is impossible to use such nonsense.
But everyone who has a clear understanding of the entire battle situation understands that this is true.
If you haven't seen a Charizard in your garage, can you say that Charizard doesn't exist?
This is Azeroth, and Chromie sprays you with dragon breath and saliva.
It is an open secret that demons appear in the northern part of the Tanarion Jungle. The high elven ancestors of Quel'Thalas were heroes who fought with the Burning Legion on bayonets, which also confirmed the existence of demons.
In line with the idea that a dead Taoist friend should not die a poor Taoist, not to mention the Niubi who was stronger than the master with Lao Na, and deserved to be killed a thousand times, the Alliance just sat back and watched the orcs suffer misfortune. This was the basic idea of the majority of the people.
However, Ner'zhul is so awesome, with the coercion and inducement of the legion prince above his head, he is forced to play tricks under the noses of the demons and the alliance.
Two things that were originally unrelated to each other, the Dark Portal and the Summoning Ritual, were brought together by Ner'zhul as a dual scholar of warlock and shaman.
In Ner'zhul's plan, the Alliance stormed the Demon Ceremony Grounds and fought to the death. It didn't matter. The Alliance won, and it happened to be asking the Demon Lord for money, food, supplies, and knowledge. You see, it was because your support was not strong enough that the Alliance attacked. Come here; if the Demon Lord wins, it doesn't matter. He uses the key in his hand to blow up the Dark Portal, destroys the summoning ceremony through the earth chain reaction, and asks who is responsible for the ups and downs of the vast land of Draenor? I, Ner'zhul, am squeamish.
Take advantage anyway and don't suffer any loss.
Orc brother, be steady.
Of course, the Alliance can also pretend that nothing happened and return to Azeroth to have children and farm.
So the whole thing illustrates a truth.
Every Plane Child has a screenwriter dad who works at Destiny Studios.
Because it is connected to the ceremonial site where the summoning ceremony is located, the alliance wants to blow up the Dark Portal, but the technical equivalent in reserve is not enough.
All the Archmages, Grand Magisters, Intermediate Mage and Magic Apprentices went into battle and used nearly two tons of draft paper. They concluded that there were not enough materials to make a big enough bomb.
Not to mention Big Ivan, even Little Fatty can't do it.
The scene was very embarrassing for a time.
In the end, it was Chromie, as an elder, who imparted life lessons.
If mountains don’t support people, why don’t people support mountains?
If you destroy the last hidden rune stone, your mage will be able to cut off the connection between the summoning ritual and the Dark Portal, and then blow up the door casually.
stupid!
And if your mage is not good enough, you can ask me for help. I can do it.
Very good, excellent, very good, quite Chromie
Carlos gathered everyone together, not to listen to suggestions, but to prepare for something to be done.
"The good news is that the last hidden rune stone is not inside the ceremony site, but in the southwest of it."
Carlos said this and couldn't help but press his temples.
"The better news is that the demon leader guarding there is a guy known to the demons. We don't have to worry about collecting information."
Carlos faced everyone with a smile that was uglier than crying.
"Overlord, Kazak."
