Chapter 1403 The Battle of Talador (Part 1)

   Originally, Despicable Roar thought of 'rebels guarding the country', and made Thrall's old tribe and the alliance die in the Talador area.

   It's a pity that he looked at Thrall, who has always been very "noble" in his mind!

   As long as the mind does not slip, everything is easy to say.

   Thoughts slipped, what Frostwolf? In front of the alliance, they are just Huskies. It is impossible to fight with humans.

   Killed the Blackrock Clan Chief Blackhand, and Thrall's status in this Draenor world has been greatly increased, turning it into some strategy games, which is probably [Legitimacy +50]!

   "Garrosh can't lead the orcs! Only the great chieftain of Thrall is the orthodox!" The words of brainwashing have been said 10,000 times, and the orcs with generally worrying IQs believe it.

  For the outside world, Thrall fooled the orcs below. He is very clear about true cronies, like his father, Varok, Rexxar, Vol'jin and the like.

   "We're long past the time to win a big battle with our mouths. Our people can't rely on wolf cavalry to take on the Iron Horde head-on."

  The old tribe can't stop the torrent of steel from the alliance, nor can it stop the iron tribe.

   Don't look at McDonald's cheating, and let Thrall "capture" a lot of heavy equipment of the Iron Horde in advance.

   Don't forget, it is produced by goblins, and everyone who knows it knows it.

   If we say that McDonald's has always taken the route of reliability and cost-saving maintenance since the selection of T-34 series tanks, goblin equipment is typical of high energy consumption and many problems.

   It would be a miracle if a goblin chariot could walk 20 kilometers without incident.

   The goblin chariot always blows a tank here, burns an insurance over there, and lays in a fancy nest.

   Even the famous self-exploding version of the "Rolling Meteor Hammer" [Steel Star], often in the process of exercise, people simply pass by, and then simply go to the sky.

   Well, the body is split into three-digit pieces, and it has grown from raw to mature.

  So after Thrall killed the Black Hand, he decisively gave up attacking the Iron Horde from the Talador area, and returned to Frostfire Ridge to build a transport fleet across the sea, ready to kill directly north of Nagrand.

  The frontal battlefield, of course...to Arthas!

  Talador!

   A great draenei city.

   A giant building with a very sci-fi color, decorated with purple, full of circles and arcs. From a human point of view, aside from the functionality, this aesthetic is much better than the rough and savage style of the orc architecture.

The    Alliance hit the Talador area, and it was considered a home game.

  The great guide (god) teacher (stick) Velen has recovered a large number of younger brothers. For him, the Germans in the other world are also Germans. Not to mention, driven by a series of fates (main line), he gained a little sister at the level of an archbishop - Yrel, who is called "hoof" by Jianghu people.

   No matter which plane is Draenor, orcs and draenei can't pee in a pot.

   Velen was pleasantly surprised to find that after a rough estimate, there were nearly half a million draenei in this world.

   He tentatively asked McDonald if he would consider taking over Delano.

   McDonald politely refused: "The space anchor of this Draenor plane is unstable and cannot be connected to our main plane of Ai Xing for a long time. The possibility of plane collapse cannot be ruled out."

   "How are so many draenei placed..."

  McDonald graciously tapped ten areas on the Azeroth world map: "You pick one by yourself."

   "Then... are you considering adding a first-class seat to the draenei at the Throne Council?" Velen asked cautiously.

   "After the battle of Draenor is over, you submit your promotion application. It doesn't matter to me."

  McDonald's is quite straightforward. Originally, the Draenei were one of the core races of the Alliance in history, and it was no problem to give a first-class seat. What's more, if 500,000 people can't get a seat, what are Gilneas, Stromgard, and Kul Tiras with smaller populations?

   There used to be three or two kittens in the Blue Secret Isle, and the dead species in Shattrath City were tens of thousands of people. McDonnell refused to give them a seat, and Velen didn’t dare to say anything.

  Vellen was immediately relieved when he heard McDonald's nodding. The emperor, who was one of the best in the alliance, put too much pressure on him. Although McDonald's has always been stingy with the draenei and didn't send it at will, but playing support for a long time, the draenei can't get much benefit.

   McDonald's has proven that the Alliance is worthy of the draenei's deep bondage, and Velen will naturally not be stingy.

   Gritting his teeth, Velen asked Talador City to open a warehouse to transfer food to the Alliance army, to relieve the army's logistical pressure, and at the same time let 100,000 draenei infantry go to Arthas' tent to obey orders.

   Thus, a final battle over the fate of the world of Draenor began.

  Talador City, tens of thousands of draenei infantry have assembled.

  The sky was slightly bright, and the morning mist above the head was dissipating layer by layer, as if being blown away by the wind, revealing a hazy clear sky.

  A red flare was dragging a long trail across the sky from east to west, shining brightly.

   This light was reflected in the eyes of the draenei warriors, shining brightly.

   Followed by it, the second, third, and fourth flared flares also penetrated the clouds and fell towards the mountain pass area where Nagrand and Talador meet. They seem to light up the whole world, turning this morning light into a golden red color.

   A wind **** pterosaur flew over the forest.

  These otherworldly beasts perfectly replaced the role of flying battleships. The huge figure, together with the platform saddle behind it, cast a huge black shadow on the ground.

  More single-riding pterosaurs escorted them, forming a huge air force formation, and their numbers were so large, like a huge locust swarm.

   Just the continuous roar of the dragon is terrifying.

  In the city of Talador, Yrel leaned on the bricks on the city wall and unconsciously looked east. On a hillside as far as the eye can see, hundreds of Nether Dragons rest, their knights feeding them pre-battle snacks.

   "The strength of the alliance is amazing. Unexpectedly, only the first team is in the sky."

Yrel's sigh was exchanged for Maraad's correction: "No, in fact, what you saw was only the forward of the Alliance. When you see the Alliance's air fleet, it's not too late to sigh. "

   "The mentor has finally found a powerful organization worthy of the destiny of all the draenei!"

  The dragon swarm is advancing, it looks like locust swarms are migrating, and the whole sky seems to be like a flowing tide. The gorgeous tones on the bodies of the two pterosaurs, large and small, formed this magical turbulent flow that slowly moved forward in the sky.

   Whether it is slow or small, it is just an illusion of an onlooker.

   Even the smallest Pterosaurs in the Alliance Air Force had a wingspan of seven to nine meters.

  The tactical formation they formed easily crossed the Talador area with complicated terrain and water system, and went straight to the orc positions in the direction of Nagrand.

   (end of this chapter)