Indeed, Duke feels that the league today has the strength to sweep the entire Pandalia away. .

There is only one result in this, what is the league going to be? Or "Father and Enemy 3", because if such a thing happens in the game, even Blizzard's father can't stand it.

Duke must know the various ethnic structures on Pandaria, which ones should be damned, and which guys can keep. The problem is that Comrade Chen, who is theoretically a local creature in front of him, doesn’t know. Duke, an outsider, suddenly said that he is a charlatan and wants to rattle all the mantis on Pandaria. What do you tell Lao Chen to think of you?

Although the spoilers are good, they can stop at the right time!

You see, aren’t people often saying, ‘Spoilers are so good, the whole family’s crematorium’?

Now the alliance is no longer the slag organization in history that has fought Pandaria and used wooden warships. The more overwhelming strength it has, the more humble and cautious it is. This is a great power, oh, a great organizational demeanor.

"Well, let's do it now. No one has really known about the situation in Pandalia for more than two thousand years. I hope to send an elite visiting delegation to enter Pandalia with the company of Lili and Chen Fengfengliu uncle and nephew. First understand the situation. It is best to conduct diplomatic visits with neutral or justice-oriented organizations such as the Panda people to reach a consensus on the evil forces of Yashaji."

This sentence is said to everyone.

The next sentence is to the military.

"According to Chen, Pandaria is a continent with complex terrain. It is inevitable that we can enter ground warfare and close combat if we cannot use weapons of mass destruction. Please use this to quickly formulate a battle plan for mountain warfare in the Alliance Army."

At this point, Duke's speech was actually fine, and the next sentence was to take off his pants and fart.

"As for the tribe's warships, send pursuing troops immediately to allow as few tribes as possible to enter Pandaria. Because the tribe will become a disaster."

It is obvious that the broken ships of the tribe were put into Pandaria by Duke, but when you turned around, you actually asked us to formulate a combat plan to fight in hills and mountains and jungles?

The league generals wanted to hit people after hearing this.

Only Admiral Taylor smiled bitterly.

On the other hand, the army of yelling in a terrible way is quite miserable. For all survivors, it is definitely a nightmare escape journey.

First, he met the Alliance patrol team, and then he had a big fortune. He fired a few shots and beat up the three Alliance's flying ships in the night battle.

Then he fought against the Alliance's pursuit fleet artillery battle, and fought evenly... It's strange.

At first glance, Garrosh felt that his fleet still had a lot. He thought that once the alliance was discovered, it would be good to have half of it left. Who would have thought that there would be nearly five-sixths.

With the alliance's absolute air defense circle, the captains of each ship of the tribe found that something was wrong after calculating the losses.

The loss is too great.

In general air battles, ships are destroyed and people are killed.

Why do you feel like a ship is not destroyed and a person is dead now?

I don’t feel it at night, but there are screams everywhere and chaos everywhere.

Moreover, in order not to become a target in the dark, no one is allowed to ignite the fire unless the hull catches fire. I will hold it in my mind any pain. Whoever dares to ignite the fire to see if he is injured or not will jump off the airship.

In the morning, most captains discovered that their ships had become Shura farms like slaughterhouses.

In order to pursue hit rate, the alliance seemed to use a large number of shotguns called [Type Three-Ball]. This fragmented shell is an upgraded version of the Black Powder Age Grape Bullet. It aims purely to soft kill, and aims at human life.

For this sudden expedition, the tribe gathered a large number of elite infantry.

Almost every ship was stuffed into canned sardines, which was completely crowded. Unless the captain said he could not get on the person again, he would crash. The commanders of each tribe forced the person into it.

The result was that in the face of the Alliance's shotgun, these tribal warriors who stood on the ground and could hit ten in melee battles were meaninglessly harvested.

After penetrating the armor of the tribal warship, the alliance shells quickly exploded and formed a pointed cone-shaped killing range similar to an ice cream bucket. All the tribal warriors in that range were shot into hornet's nests.

Even if you are alive, most of them are poor people who are seriously injured and moan in pain in a pool of blood.

In order to avoid the artillery that repeatedly hit the ship's side, many flying ships crashed because the crew inside rushed to shrink to the other side, causing the propeller of the flying ship to lose balance and eventually crashed.

If the tribe has enough resources, they can give every elite tribe warrior a piece of iron armor and give them enough food and medical supplies.

Iron armor... The most powerful orc warriors don't like to wear full-body armor. This makes them look extremely fragile in front of the shotgun. And on the boat, who would sway over a hundred pounds of heavy armor?

Speaking of medicines, at the beginning of the catastrophe, after the tribe and the alliance got into evil, the tribe was completely cut off on medicines.

Apart from the herbs made by the shaman himself, it can be said that the injured tribal warriors did not receive any effective treatment. The catastrophe destroyed the natural environment in most areas, which led to further reduction of herbs.

If the tribe itself had an extremely wild tradition, it would be up to oneself to heal the wounds. If you fail to heal yourself, you deserve your luck. No one should take it seriously except for your relatives crying a few times.

If it were the alliance, the casualties had increased due to a large number of lack of medicines, and it would have been a big blow.

"There are 81 soldiers who can fight the Sky Fire. The Mammoth 219 people." Magasa next to him reported to Garrosh, which made the chief very upset.

The breakthrough plan was successful, but only half of it was successful.

He brought so many elites and actually died half of them in the sky. This kind of fucking made Garrosh storm.

"Chief, what should I do if the wounded?"

"On almost every ship, the wounded are several times more than the ones that are still capable of fighting."

"Let the seriously injured guys break themselves. We are not weak alliance dogs! The real tribal warriors will always find enemies on the battlefield who can die together!" Garrosh roared angrily. His thunderous voice made everyone convey his orders tremblingly.

No one noticed that the violent aura in their chief's eyes was spreading uncontrollably. Fear, madness, anger, suspicion, confusion, hatred, and arrogance, and seven terrible auras formed two small vortexes, which replaced the central pupils in Garrosh's blood-filled eyes.

A tragic scene happened.
Chapter completed!