Stormwind God

It is not that the Alliance has not filed a diplomatic protest against the tribe.

It isn't the brain that can listen to people. He is not only ashamed, but proud.

"The tribe does not understand what you are saying, but the alliance dares to step into the tribal territory, and the tribe will fight for it."

The brain cannon roared back so cleanly, and Gary Vickers was more moved by the crocodile tears. When he turned his head, he asked the brain cannon to ask all the tauren who surrendered in the last war, and pulled them into the mine as slaves to mine. Already.

In fact, Garrosh Hellscream has always had very complicated fears about the alliance.

In his infancy, youth, and adulthood, he stayed in Nagrand to die. Even if the other half of the horizon was the green Nagrand, but every day looking at the gradual collapse of the world, looking at the island in the sky that was suspended because of gravity, he always felt fear.

Finally one day, the ancestors he had been praying for sent someone to save him.

The leader is naturally the chief warrior Thrall, who can truly take more than two million orcs away from the Jedi, not the chief warrior orc army, but the alliance's air battleships.

Garrosh will never forget the first time he saw the man-made giants that were 100 meters long soaring in the sky, taking himself away from his compatriots.

That gave him an alien race (mainly human beings) who defeated nature with his own wisdom and strength and conquered the world.

After the lucky escape, what remains is deep fear and fear, and inferiority.

Compared to this high-tech civilization, the orcs are far too primitive and backward.

Perhaps in the past wars, the orcs could use the power of the demons to defeat the sparse Draenei. But in the face of a human race with a larger population than orcs and a higher civilization and combat power than orcs, can orcs really win?

There are no dedicated psychologists in this world.

No one knows that when inferiority reaches its limit, the soul will only have two possibilities when it is squeezed by extreme fear: either it will collapse under pressure or extreme arrogance will be produced after the extreme inferiority in order to vent the psychological pressure.

Garrosh feared humans, Duke, and hated Duke, who took away his proud father.

It is this extremely contradictory mentality that has led to his extreme hatred of the human-led alliance, and he will never stop destroying the alliance that threatens him, the orcs and the entire tribe.

It was in this state of mind that time stepped into the gate of darkness in October 28. The appearance of a mysterious character satisfied his desire in his heart.

Former Sun King Anastrian.

"Are you afraid of the alliance? In fact, even if we can't catch up with the alliance for a short time, as long as we have the weapons that the alliance dare not attack the tribe, we will be fine."

"What do you mean? Bones! Say your suggestion, otherwise I'll take your bones off and feed my wolves." Garrosh gave the tribe's only Sunburst division a tiny bit. respect.

Anyway, in his opinion, this low bone that betrayed the high elves for eternal life, and then betrayed the forsaken under the weight of the Lich King, and finally returned to the tribe to seek refuge in the face of dead skin, totally deserves no respect from him.

In a sense, he was right.

Anastrian is already a three-named slave in the standard sense.

"[Rainbow of focus]!" From that rotten mouth, spit out a term Garrosh had never heard.

"Ok?"

The former Sun King said in a very seductive tone: "As the most powerful arcane power of Azeroth, the Titans give the blue dragons control of magical artifacts. It helps the weaver to manage Azeroth's magic, if necessary. It can even absorb the arcane energy of the entire Azeroth, but in this way it will become extremely unstable. Once it explodes, it may blow up the entire Azeroth into a second outer domain, oh, "Our world '. "

Garrosh's breathing quickly increased, and he was so excited that he could even hear his fierce heartbeat, each hitting his chest so strongly.

It was because he knew that the Alliance had the ability to easily destroy the Horde, he was irritable and he was furious. If you can have this thing, then you are afraid of alliance fart!

The Alliance dared to attack, and I dared to blow up Azeroth in two shots.

"You said ... is that true? Where is that thing?" Even Garrosh knew he was a little too eager, and his voice trembled.

"Just so, I know where that thing is recently. As I help the chieftain master the cost of this big killer, I hope the chieftain can do me a favor too?"

"You said!" Garrosh was impatient.

"I hope to be the leader of the forgotten again so that the forgotten can rejoin the tribe."

"Huh! That's for sure! Dranosh's **** who betrayed his ancestors! Deservedly he couldn't return to his ancestral land." Garrosh agreed without hesitation.

Just when the Horde was clamoring for a new conspiracy.

There are no other Kirin Tor members in the meeting room of the Kirin Tor Parliament in Dalaran. There are only three being in the high position.

Each is a character who can shake the world today with a lameness in the league

Demigod, the current top leader of the Tidal Throne, Queen Naga, Deputy Navy Commander-in-Chief, Vashki!

Demigod, the current top leader of the land of flames, Speaker Dalaran Kirin Tor, leader of the Alliance Mage Regiment, Kael'thas * Sunstrider.

The Sun Division, the current top authority of the magic net, Queen Kul Tiras, deputy head of the Alliance Mage Corps, Jaina Proudmoore.

Under the gaze of the three of them, two demon Eredar twins kneeled on one knee on the marble floor in the direction of the lower hand.

"Did the fish bite?" Jaina asked coldly on the frost.

"The bait has already been eaten. As long as the brainless piranha eats this little fish, everything is ready." Olesesse groaned.

"Are there no flaws?" Vasque asked.

The answer was Queen Saloras: "Rest assured, we are the best at this kind of thing. And now the warlocks of the entire tribe are under control, as long as the hostess of Proudmoore orders, you can immediately ...

"Very well, you go down. This thing cannot be lost. Once you mess it up, you don't need to exist in this world." Jaina jade waved.

"Understand." The Ereda twins retreated.

After the twins left, Kael'thas sighed softly, and leaned his body against the back of the bench.

"Are you okay?" Jaina asked.

"It's okay. It should be said, unsurprisingly? Anastrian is still the stubborn, power-loving Sun King in his bones." Kaizi said of his former father.