Stratholme God

   Chapter 665

   "What's the matter?" Varian came over. In fact, this time the heroes of the alliance have a feeling that they are still unfinished. Nefarian threw himself on the street without any effort, and always felt a little unsatisfactory, or a little unpleasant.

   It was because of the brutal and terrible Archimonde decisive battle that he had such an illusion.

   McDonald shook his glass: "It's nothing, the tribe has recruited foreign aid and attacked Magni's Ironforge Front as a Scourge."

   "What?" The already irritable King Wa immediately lit up.

   The tile king at this point in time is reckless, just, not stupid.

   "Leader, are you sure?" Uther came over with the [Ashbringer] on his back, and he also felt that he had done his job in killing the enemy.

   He is a noble man, which does not mean that he is willing to be fooled. You know, more than three years ago, Archimonde came, and he single-handedly facilitated the temporary reconciliation between the Alliance and the Horde. If the tribe unilaterally tore up the peace agreement, it would undoubtedly further increase his disgust with the tribe.

  Varian and Magni have been directly or indirectly attacked by the tribe recently, how could they have a good face?

Looking at Zhang's eager face, McDonald smiled: "Don't be nervous, it's just an undead division that plays with goblin weapons and disguised as the Scourge. They can't even fight my Trident squad. Win, let alone hurt Magni."

   As soon as these words came out, everyone felt more at ease.

   However, the amount of information in these words is very large, and even the leader of the alliance feels a little uncomfortable.

The    tribe is particularly involved with the undead. In the first and second Dark Portal wars, the tribe first fiddled with the death knight.

   Now, those undead who disobeyed the Lich King have not officially joined the Horde, and they are also using goblin weapons. Even if the Alliance launches an attack, there is no reason for it.

   "Then what do we do now?" Tyrande gently stroked the ends of his hair.

   McDonald pretended not to see her little gesture: "Since the other party took the opportunity to attack us while we were attacking the Blackwing Nest, going back like this will only scare these cowards away. I suggest we observe it first?"

   "Very good! But I still want to go back first." Tyrande was not ambiguous about major matters.

   "Make sure there are no spies around. Horde thieves are very powerful." McDonald's reminded.

   "Hehe! No spy can escape Elune's divine light."

  The Temple of the Goddess of the Moon is Elune's divine domain, and that place can be regarded as absolutely safe. Tyrande said that, McDonald nodded, and then asked Solanlian to open a portal and let Tyrande go back first.

   "Your Majesty Wrynn, how about you?"

  Varian actually wanted to go back, but he saw his cronies, the Van Cleefs and their daughters, shaking their heads.

  Tyrande was surrounded by priests, either from the Sisterhood of Elune, and she could guarantee that any secret arrangements would be fine. Stormwind City is crowded, and the streets must be full of Horde spies.

   When he goes back, he will only scare the snakes.

   He made a decision: "The anti-espionage measures of Stormwind Fortress are not necessarily that good. I'll stay here for a while."

"it is good!"

   Now that everyone has made a decision, let's just camp next to Nefarian's throne...

   Over the Searing Canyon, the sand sculpture player who received the instruction began to 'defeat'.

   It is true that T-34, as well as Dongfeng and Tornado anti-aircraft vehicles are very fierce.

   But there has never been an invincible weapon in the world. Especially after the opponent's hero unit Nathanos ends, sand sculpture players can't beat it.

  The hero of Zai chicken is also a hero.

   Any guy who crosses the boundary between mortal and extraordinary is a monster-level existence in the eyes of mortals.

   "Tudoo tug!" The metal storm set off by the quadruple 20mm cannon failed to stop Nathanos.

With ghostly footsteps, this undead ranger made dodging movements that were too fast to keep up with the naked eye from time to time. With standard snake-like maneuvers, he passed through the 'absolute destruction zone' that most undead could not pass through. The range of his longbow.

  200 meters, which is an impossible range for most bows and arrows, but not a problem for heroes.

   "Hey!"

  Nathanos raised his hand with an arrow.

  The long black arrow followed the wind, turned into a black lightning, tore through the air, and shot into the barrel of a T-34, just in line with the shell that was about to be fired.

"boom!"

  The huge explosion blew up the heavy turret, killing the players inside.

  The bow is like a full moon, and the arrow is like a shooting star.

   This dark hero's unreasonable arrow skills easily destroyed the Trident's defense line.

  With players no longer resurrected to come to support the front line, on the surface, it seems that Nathanos destroyed the elite, but small number of troops of the Alliance.

The    undead mechanized corps was finally able to kill the pass connecting the searing canyon and the barren land, and rushed over to expand the troops horizontally.

   Thirty minutes later, they encountered the 1st Ironforge Tank Division who came to support them.

   It wasn't until he faced Magni's tank troops that Nathanos had a feeling of 'this is the normal enemy'.

   For mechanization and tank development, dwarves have their own ideas.

After all, the    alliance is a loose association, not a centralized organization. McDonald can give advice to the dwarf and place orders, but the final decision on how the dwarf climbs the technology tree is still in the hands of Brother Bronzebeard.

   Unlike the standard tanks and weapons optimized by the Stratholme Federation, Shorty's tanks are obviously larger in size, and they are heavy tanks of 60~80 tons at every turn.

   You said your long-range artillery is powerful? Then I'll make thicker armor.

  You say my tank is too heavy? Then I'll get a more powerful engine.

   Anyway, even if the dwarves use diesel engines of similar construction, their tanks look bigger.

   Nonsense! The frontal armor of the turret is 300mm thick, and it is a ghost if it is not heavy.

   That kind of waste of steel, McDonald's heartache when he sees it.

   Then the dwarfs believe that large caliber is justice, and those tank main guns are more than 800mm at every turn...

   Yes, the principle of those guns is a mortar.

  If the dwarf finds that the enemy can't be killed, he will fill more explosives in it like a snake spirit, change to larger shells, and then use a larger main gun.

   So much so that later, McDonald refused to call the dwarf's tank a tank, a tank destroyer.

  MacDonald refused to let the trident block the dwarf's gun this time, just let Magni fight a battle himself and make him hurt.

   The result is good.

   "Boom!" The undead tank fired a cannon.

  Duang! Ricochet!

   "We failed to penetrate the enemy's armor." The undead shouted.

   "Boom!" The dwarf tank fired another shot.

   Before hitting the enemy's tank, the parabola of the shell fell obviously, and then fell to the ground, blowing up the sky.

   "Our cannonballs don't have enough range!" the dwarf yelled.

   Since the start of the war, more than 200 cannons have been fired on both sides, but no one has died. It would have been a war, but now it has become a rookie pecking at each other.

   (end of this chapter)