If that were really the case, how could the centaurs have dominated Kalimdor? How could they have driven the tauren to the brink of extinction? If strength really worked the way it did in the game, wouldn't Bloodhoof have fucking soloed his way straight to the centaurs' home base long ago? Low-level mob zones in the game weren't necessarily low-level in reality. If they were that weak, could they have withstood attacks from the orcs, night elves, and tauren on three fronts? Who were they kidding? Did they really think that, just like players in the game, reaching level sixty meant they could swagger through most wilderness areas on both continents?
Fuck! Yu Lin Bloodhawk smacked himself hard on the head and cursed, "Idiot! I must have lost my fucking mind!" Reality really isn't a game! People actually die, and bringing them back is incredibly difficult! Fuck! I got careless! Yu Lin Bloodhawk viciously berated himself for his oversight.
"My lord, what did you say? I didn't quite catch that," the signalman beside him asked.
"Nothing. I just realized how stupid I was to make a mistake I never should have made. Continue advancing according to the original plan!" Yu Lin Bloodhawk said.
Now Yu Lin Bloodhawk could only rely on their superior equipment to crush their way through. The battle plan had been settled long ago, and armies were coordinating attacks from several directions. With thousands of combatants on each side, nearly ten thousand in all, and the battle already at a critical stage, any inexplicable decision could shake morale or even cause a rout. Yu Lin Bloodhawk could only grit his teeth, risk unforeseen losses, and force his way through the centaur camp.
Advance! Keep advancing!
Although Yu Lin Bloodhawk's troops had excellent armor, the centaurs' resistance grew