Chapter 170 From Catapult to Tank, This Draenor Weapon Has Changed a Lot

"The devil is coming?" In the house, many chieftains were not anxious, but overjoyed. Especially Nergo, he stood up and said, "Okay, notify all the tribes and let them get ready. Let's treat the guests from afar to a big meal."

"Big meal?" Someone muttered in confusion.

"Yes, it's a big meal." Nergo said confidently: "Demon blood, fel orc meat, mixed with steel shells as ingredients, a big meal prepared by the tribe!"

Perhaps Nergo's arrival affected the way of war in Draenor, or perhaps it was the replacement of weapons caused by the version update.

In short, when Gul'dan's army held the flag symbolizing the Bonechewer Clan and flattened a hill to build a camp, the rumbling fel artillery and the tanks with the characteristics of the Legion made the defenders on the wall feel a little palpitated.

"Do you think these tanks were built by them or by engineers sent by the devil?" Nergo couldn't help but be curious. If they were built by the devil, then why didn't he see any demon army? Did Gul'dan hide them as a trump card? If it was built by orcs, then to borrow a dwarf's words, it would be... forget it. It seems like I'm scolding myself if I say too much.

"I think it might be built by demons, because their tanks have a strong Legion color, but it might also be built by orcs, because these machines are too crude." Sylvanas, as one of the few people who can talk to Nergo about "orc jokes", also said with some venom: "Maybe they are Legion tanks imitated by orcs, well, they combine the orcs' technology with the Legion's aesthetics, and are a product of the shortcomings of hundreds of schools."

"That would be a disaster." Sylvanas shrugged.

Nergo didn't care about the orc jokes Sylvanas said. Orcs' technology is just bad, so what? It's not shameful to admit it. However, if these words were heard by others, they might think too much, so he ended the conversation and turned to mention the commanders of these evil orcs.

"Someone recognized their commander. They said his name was Harkan, and he was also a cunning and brave orc." Nergo looked down at the evil orcs, "I have to say, they are very similar to the Blood Ring Clan, in every sense."

"Just like the White Claws and the Frostwolves, the same environment will always cultivate similar people." Sylvanas was not surprised, but her reaction to the evil orcs was a bit strange.

"What are they... doing?"

Sylvanas didn't quite understand the evil orcs. They had artillery and tanks, but some of them chose to roar and then rushed towards those huge and heavy weapons. Whether it was a catapult, artillery or tank, they rushed to push them forward.

"Is their driver and artillery selected in this way?" Sylvanas felt incredible. Not to mention in Azeroth, even in the Horde, there are special driver and artillery schools to train them to skillfully operate these weapons, and the evil orcs, their fair way of grabbing on the spot is really a bit surprising.

"Maybe the demon blood burned their brains." Nergo gave the order before the evil orc army arrived at a position where they could attack the city wall.

"Open fire."

Unlike the shabby imitations of the evil orcs' Legion weapons, the tribe's artillery and weapons use orc-specific weapons that combine Draenei technology, ogre heritage, and arakman Apexis technology. Although the orcs' stupid, big, black and rough technological characteristics still exist in the tribe at this moment, the orcs' simple, rough and powerful firepower characteristics are more prominent in the tribe's weapons.

Boom--

With a huge cannon sound, a huge cannonball was accurately fired by the cannon behind Goron and landed in the line of the evil orc army. The visible chaos made Goron, who fired the cannonball, smile and touch his head.

This thing is much better than stone.

He stroked the barrel and grinned. He simply replaced it with the huge barrel that Nergo had prepared for them, which was completely in line with their body size. He carried four barrels on his back. He leaned over and fired fiercely. The noise was earth-shaking. Many new recruits even covered their ears and trembled.

Listening to the rumbling sound of the cannon, Harkan cursed. He obviously didn't expect the tribe to have such fierce firepower.

"Fight back!"

Harkan shouted loudly. The evil orcs who grabbed the siege weapons hurriedly manipulated them to launch an attack, but they only heard rumbling sounds, and the tribe's walls were not damaged much.

The two sides fired at each other for a long time. Taga, the future successor of Harkan, was more irritable than this cunning orc. Seeing that the firepower of the tribe not only did not decrease but became more and more fierce, he was furious and asked, "What's going on? Where are those laborers who can operate the artillery? Where did they go?"

"The warriors threw the laborers out." Harkan narrowed his eyes and ordered: "You go with a team of warriors and let the laborers take their positions. If anyone is unwilling, throw him out."

He also drank the magic blood, but he was more like a normal and traditional orc than those irritable and angry people.

Every profession has its own specialty. You can't let the laborers break into the shaman's hut to treat the patient, nor can you let the warriors pick up the whip to herd wild beasts.

Taga left, and he led a team of tall and strong green orcs to the positions of the artillery one by one, driving down those evil orcs who had occupied the nest, and replacing them with laborers who could operate the artillery.

Sure enough, the effect was immediate, and the city wall protecting the tribe was attacked by the evil orcs. Huge, green-glowing shells fell from the sky and bombarded the city.

Fortunately, the magic defense of the Iron Front was strong enough, and these magics protected the city wall from collapsing due to the artillery fire.

However, the tribe's attack was more rapid than theirs. Not only were the shells fired by the huge artillery and the magic created by the mages, but even the sun turned its amazing power into ray attacks, turning those who came into contact with it into ashes in an instant.

"Did Gul'dan say when his artillery would arrive?" Harkan knew that if there were no more powerful siege weapons, it would be unrealistic for such a fortress to break through the Iron Front with just the weapons in their hands.

"The mechas, artillery and tanks of the Fel Furnace will arrive later." Tagga snorted, "Do we have to wait for Gul'dan's large army to arrive before we launch the attack?"

Harkan didn't say anything. He also thought that Tagga was crazy. If he didn't wait for the large army, did he have to wait for you to go up and start the invincible?