Chapter 279 He must be coordinating the overall situation (1 update)

   Swamp of Sorrows.

   "Dangdangdang!"

  Alarm bells are ringing!

  The rapid and mournful frequency makes people easily think of the death knell.

   "No way! I can't stand it anymore! Damn orcs, where do you get so many high-tech weapons? I almost thought the dwarves had taken refuge in the opposite side!"

   His soldiers were extremely embarrassed. Although they still retained a relatively complete organization, their equipment was tattered, and at a glance, they knew that they could no longer fight.

   Facing his old friend's complaints, Turalyon smiled bitterly.

   A dead dwarf Muradin jumped out and spit at Danas: "Fart! Are our dwarves' craftsmanship so fragile, so explosive? It's a goblin style!"

   Most of the traditional warriors are rough, ghosts know what style you are.

   Being scolded by his allies, Darnaston, who was not very good at words at all, was embarrassed, touched his nose embarrassingly, and did not speak again.

   "Less noise, now we are united against the enemy!" Turalyon said solemnly.

  This is the junction of the Swamp of Sorrows and the Redridge Mountains. As an important transfer station, a fairly large bunker was built here as a matter of course.

  In the past, this 15-meter-high city wall was enough to give people a sense of security.

   But looking into the distance, no one in the Alliance would feel this way.

   "Boom!"

   You can see from a distance that from south to north in the Swamp of Sorrows, a large tree that must be hugged by several people is violently pushed by a giant machine, groaning in pain, and then falls tragically.

  Those strange-looking, gigantic siege machines with a height of three or four stories, driven by an energy source that the Alliance cannot understand, propelled slowly.

   Accompanying the siege vehicles were burly orcs in heavy black armor.

   Those sophisticated black iron equipment made the generals of the alliance tremble with fear.

   "Only one in the entire league can afford this level of equipment." Turalyon turned his head with a wry smile.

   Khadgar, who was promoted to Archmage, turned his head and asked Turalyon, "Is there any news from our old friend?"

  Turalyon still shook his head: "He went to Nozdormu for a year, and he hasn't heard from him at all. The Stratholme leader only promised to send the Serijek Legion."

  Everyone was silent.

  The alliance is really precarious at the moment.

   The orcs suddenly counterattacked.

  The eastern front jumped out of the Dark Portal. It was an army of excellent orcs who did not know where they came from. They used the unimaginable heavy machinery of the Alliance to capture the Watch Fort in just three days.

The   Western Front is the re-emergence of the disappeared Warsong clan, attacking Duskwood from Stranglethorn Vale, but Bolvar, Gavinrad * Doom and Saidan * Dathohan of the Silver Hand teamed up to hold it.

   The alliance countries to the north were slow to respond.

  Turalyon knew of course that this was due to the extreme financial constraints of the various countries, and the lack of military spending to regroup the army again. Even the top of the alliance was filled with an extravagant hope that the southern army alone could carry the orc army.

   Everyone knows this is a little impractical.

   The fact is that maintaining the army of Watch Fort almost dragged down the Alliance's finances.

   Since the disappearance of a big dog, the military funding of the alliance has returned to the old way, there is no way, all countries are squeezing oil bit by bit.

   At this moment, Stratholme Territory, Darrowshire.

  Guil, who aspired to be Thrall in the future, suddenly looked up at the road beside him: "No!"

   Nazguriel whispered: "What's wrong?"

   "The level of reaction in Stratholme has risen."

"Um?"

  Guyle stared at the road, where the smoke was billowing, and from time to time soldiers named traffic police waved small red flags, driving away the workers approaching the road.

   "Get out of the way! The army passes! Anyone who blocks the army will be regarded as a traitor and will be killed on the spot! Everyone take the children and leave."

   Not long after, an impressive cavalry regiment first ran across the two-way eight-lane asphalt concrete road.

   One person and two horses are not counted. There is also a special groom who drives the carriage. Although the carriage has a canopy and the cargo inside is covered with a tarpaulin, from the outline, it must be the armor of a knight.

  Guyle counted silently: "Here, there are at least 20,000 riders."

   Nazguriel wondered: "That badge is the Rivendell Legion, right? They came out in full force when the lord wasn't there?"

   As the leading general of Stratholme, the Earl of Rivendell is well-known, and he is the pinnacle of the entire territory.

   Then, bursts of exclamations came from the crowd of onlookers.

   Immediately behind the cavalry regiment are a large number of 'steam tanks'.

  These edges and corners are equipped with spikes, and the metal monsters with sharp ramming angles on the front attract everyone's attention as soon as they appear. In winter, the thick barrel reflects a strange cold light.

   "Ooooo! Our tank!"

   "God of War has appeared!"

   "Long live the Grand Duke!"

   The crowd erupted into cheers.

   It’s just that Guyer is a little strange. In theory, these are the technologies of dwarves. Why didn’t you see the big smokey chimney?

   Doesn't it mean that steam tanks are in poor condition in winter?

   The continuous army of tanks took more than an hour to pass, and finally the infantry on the carriage.

  Each two-horse carriage carries people in the front half and armor in the rear half.

   In other kingdoms, Thorium armor, which even knights are not necessarily qualified to wear, turned out to be the basic equipment of heavy infantry here.

  Guyle secretly said to his younger brother: "I suspect that the Duke of Stratholme has returned."

"How to say?"

   "Without his orders, even at the request of the king, it is impossible to mobilize 100,000 people at will."

   Nazguriel agreed.

   "Let's go, let's go to the front line to be a civilian husband."

"why?"

"Isn't that obvious? We've worked part-time for a year, but we're not qualified to enter Cowling City. That's the industrial area of ​​Stratholme, where its secret lies. If we stay here, we'll only give the Duke white money. work to earn a living."

   Nazguriel understands that only on the front line can he have the opportunity to access the secrets of Stratholme's high-tech weapons.

   Guyer looked to the north: "The grand duke must be planning the overall situation!"

At this time, in Duke Stratholme's study, Liadrin was wearing a fiery red halter dress with a close-up dress. The two smooth shoulder blades on her beautiful back were trembling slightly, like a jade butterfly flapping its wings gently. The fiery red luster of the swaying ponytail on his skin, as if the entire back is covered with flame-like light, dazzling like a flame goddess.

But at this moment, Veresa came in with a stack of documents and just leaned over the desk. It was obviously a custom-made lake blue cheongsam that was pulled up slightly, and the high slit at the hem of the cheongsam was lifted up a little bit, Show your legs.

what! This 1.1-meter-long document is really long and white.

  Mai suddenly felt that it was really right to abandon the coquettish man-made things on the earth and come back to choose the original and genuine elf girls.

   (end of this chapter)