"Thall, do you feel that... the chiefs are hiding something from us?"

Dranosh, who was riding on a galloping wolf and carrying a strange black battle ax, suddenly said to Thrall:

"Chief Kargas almost said that just now, but was stopped by the chief..."

"I can feel it."

The young warlord riding on the back of the huge frost wolf Snow Song looked at the rapidly retreating night scene around him. He nodded: "They started to become mysterious a month ago, and Elder Drektal didn't either.

It seems serious to be willing to say those things to me."

"Hey, old men are so nagging."

On the other side, Garrosh curled his lips disdainfully:

"As they get older, they become less courageous. Maybe they are frightened by the undead."

"Shut up! Garrosh!"

Dranosh scolded:

"No one is frightened by the undead! We are not afraid of them."

"But don't forget, the two of us combined are not enough for your father to fight with one hand!"

As if deliberately provoking, Garrosh said to Dranosh:

"Lord Varok thought that the mask could hide his face, but he forgot that even after death, his tone of voice was full of the habits of the Saurfang family, which was exactly the same as the tone of Warlord Brox.

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"That's not my father!"

Dranosh gritted his teeth and retorted: "He...he just has the body of his father, and inside he is no longer the tribal warrior he was back then."

"But he let us both go. Don't be silly, Delanoche."

Garrosh sighed and touched the scar on his cheek. The bellicose orc warrior thought of the disastrous defeat in Lordaeron that day, and he felt a little disappointed in his heart.

"He knocked us two unconscious, threw us in the wilderness, and left the ax to you... He cares about you, even if the dead man can't say this directly, he is still your father, regardless of him

What has it become?"

Dranosh stopped talking. This young orc has been silent since he came back from northern Xinjiang. Everyone can see clearly that there is something hidden in his heart, but unfortunately, his uncle Brox Saurfa

Warlord Er is currently supervising the battle in the Stonetalon Mountains and has no time to return to Orgrim to appease Dranosh's heart.

"He is not my father!"

After more than ten seconds, Delanoche turned his face, like an angry child, and muttered:

"I'll beat him...I swear!"

"Okay, don't say anything anymore."

Thrall looked back at the more than 1,400 orc warriors running behind him. These warriors were all reserve soldiers in Orgrim City. After Thrall told them to fight the centaurs and ogres, all the idle warriors

They enthusiastically participated in the war, but when Thrall said he wanted to help humans, only the last 1,000 or so bustling warriors were left. These were the younger generation who grew up in the world of Draenor and did not have much experience with humans.

The war with the orcs.

"Oh, the hatred...how should I get rid of it?"

Thrall looked with a headache at the junction of Durotar and the Barrens in the distance. They would enter the Barrens from there, join the tauren warriors waiting there, and together they would outflank the Centaur's retreat from the rear.

After Thrall and the orc warriors crossed the Chishui River, hundreds of troll warriors riding on velociraptors joined them on the river bank. The leader was the young chief of the Darkspear clan, Vol'jin, who was also the leader.

Help a member of the youth circle.

"Hey, Thrall, we only have 2,000 people in total. It is said that the centaurs and ogres combined are close to 10,000 people."

Vol'jin rode a red velociraptor decorated with feathers and bone carvings. He carried a large shiny spinning knife and his own wooden spear, and shouted in an exaggerated tone that a troll should have:

"There are only so many people, let alone supporting those humans... It is difficult for us to protect ourselves."

"Bain has received the message, don't be afraid, coward Vol'jin."

Garrosh shouted back:

"He and the tauren warriors from Taurajo's camp have rushed to Dustwallow Swamp. The warchief also gave us the power to mobilize the orc army at the crossroads. Those barbarian centaurs will die tonight! I want to take their horses.

Tails make me a bow!”

"A bow made from a centaur's tail?"

Wo Jin was stunned for a moment, tilted his head and said to himself:

"Does that thing work?"

"Hey, don't be stunned, come on! Let's go fight!"

Amid the roars of the young orcs and trolls, humanity's first foreign reinforcements on another continent set off.

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"Aha!"

On the battlefield under the night, a creature with a body as huge as a semi-giant grasped a heavy and thick wooden totem with ancient admonitions and historical murals engraved in both hands. With a thunderous roar, this weapon was more terrifying than a war hammer.

He hit the centaur barbarian who was charging towards him hard on the chest.

The centaur and half-horse monster seemed to have been hit head-on by a battering ram. Amid the frightening screams and wails, the creature flew several meters away and hit the ground full of blood and bones.

on the land.

This inhuman power made the human soldiers holding muskets around the half-giants widen their eyes. When had these human soldiers who grew up in the Arathi Highlands seen such a terrifying offensive? An adult centaur can weigh hundreds of pounds.

Kilograms, but even with such a weight, this powerful warrior used rough wooden totems to smash them away. This...even those savage ogres don't have such terrifying brute force, right?

"Fire! Fire! What are you doing standing still? You idiot!"

The Arathi sword knight, whose face was stained with blood, rushed to the edge of the position, swung his riding whip and cracked it in the air. The frightened soldiers immediately aimed at the centaur barbarians on the battlefield, and then pulled the trigger.

"Bang, bang, bang"

Howling hot projectiles roared in the air. In this short-range shooting, even old-fashioned muskets can exert greater lethality than bows and arrows. On the smoke-filled battlefield, the centaurs who originally had the advantage

The charge was rapidly collapsing, but not because the human defenders' firepower suddenly increased, but because the human side had some weird "helpers".

Tauren...a native creature of Kalimdor, with the head of a bull, the body of a human, recurved hooves and tail, and a savage warrior with amazing brute strength.

The 400 tauren warriors in the Taurazu camp arrived at the battlefield 20 minutes ago. Although at the beginning, under the Centaur's offensive, the human defenders, who had been holding on with difficulty, thought these unseen monsters.

It was the centaur's helper, but after the tauren shouted and attacked the centaur's position from behind, the human general realized...

Although these centaurs look very much like centaurs, they are indeed the enemies of centaurs...and the enemies of the enemy are friends, right?

"Hey, you! Big guy! It's you, the half-oxen, come here! Come here quickly!"

Greyyop, the Royal Attendant of Stromgarde and the temporary commander of the front line, stood beside a burned transport truck. He shouted to a tauren resting in the position:

"Come here! Don't be stupid, come here and help!"

"Well?"

Bain Bloodhoof flicked his tail in confusion. He covered the wound on his arm, stood up, and walked towards Gray Yopp. This simple and honest young tauren chief who had just grown up looked at the broken vehicles at his feet with confusion.

Those mechanical parts he didn't recognize, and then looked at Gray Yopp with a dark face, and he said in the thick voice unique to the tauren:

"I... am not a half-tauren, we are... Hasuru, you can call us tauren, my name is... Bain!"

"oh?"

Gray Yopp grabbed a heavy bullet chain without raising his head and said casually:

"Okay, Bane, right? You speak Common Tongue very well. Come on, lend a hand and lift this steam rifle."

Baine, who has just grown up, is undoubtedly a powerful and qualified tauren warrior, but he has never dealt with humans. In fact, except for some tauren pirates, few tauren will take the initiative to step out of their gathering.

District, this is a group of peaceful races that have great power but do not fight against the world.

"Click"

Bain grasped the handle of the black steam repeating rifle with one hand, and grasped the handle of the heavy rifle with the other hand. Gray Yopp and several engineering craftsmen were amazed. This required three adults.

The heavy engineering weapon, which could barely be lifted, was captured by Bain alone.

The tauren looked at the complicated, black weapon in his hand, assembled with countless parts, and shining with cold light. He flicked his tail and showed a simple and honest smile to the people in front of him:

"Well, it's a little heavy... What is this thing for?"

"Mr. Gray Yopp..."

The dwarf engineer responsible for assembling the steam repeater gun suddenly patted Gray Yopp's arm. He looked at the tauren who raised the heavy gun with both hands and whispered:

"I suddenly had an immature idea..."

A moment later, Bain stood in front of the human position with a nervous look on his face. He had an inappropriate helmet on his head and a heavy armor on his body. In his hands, he was still holding the heavy steam.

Several engineering craftsmen were busy checking the preparations before firing the gun.

This thing is a weapon developed by the royal engineers before the empire fell. It is modeled after the captured Dark Blade armament, but it adopts a completely different design idea. It is powered by a powerful steam engine, and the launch is extremely penetrating.

The ammunition has a faster rate of fire than the Dark Blade's repeating rifle, but it is also heavier and can only be fired from a special machine gun mount or from a moving vehicle.
To be continued...