Stratholme God

   Chapter 1297 What exactly does McDonald want to do?

  Wo'jin's approach, if it was put in the past, it would be correct.

  In that era when air knights were required to observe the enemy’s situation with the naked eye, it was dangerous to sail silently at night, but it would greatly increase the chances of the fleet escaping.

   Unfortunately, times have changed!

   Even if the radar accuracy of the alliance ships is not high enough, it is difficult not to find so many large reflections.

   At this moment, Vol'jin's heart stopped beating with fright, and he clenched the spear in his hand.

  But...this is too far!

   The battleship still five kilometers away, flashing night lights in the night.

  Vol'jin didn't know the attack range of the Alliance artillery very well, but this distance was enough for the giant ship to tear the goblin airship fleet to pieces, not to mention that more airships gradually descended from the clouds.

   "Sudden landing! Immediately make an emergency landing on the ground!" Vol'jin roared.

  Only by landing as soon as possible and evacuating the people, can the lives of the people be saved to the greatest extent possible.

  The mobility of the goblin airship is here, whether it is take-off or landing, it is destined to be a very slow process.

   In a moment and a half, how can it be lowered?

   At the same time, in Stratholme Palace, McDonald, who had not waited for Despicable Roar to appear, received a serious magical communication from the [Jean Barr] in the midst of boredom.

   This ship girl has blond hair, and she looks quite slender with a high ponytail: "My lord, I found the tribal airship fleet. Except for the crew, almost all of them are troll women and children, please give instructions?"

   "Trolls! If I want to let them go, what do you think?" McDonald's right index finger pointed at the desk rhythmically, while he was observing the reactions of the elf girls around him.

   Almost the moment he heard these words, the expressions of all the charming elf girls changed on the spot.

   Indoor temperature dropped several degrees.

   Even Alleria, the most gentle and knowledgeable, gave McDonald a rare look.

  Alleria was so excited that her plump **** heaved rapidly: "McDonald's, this is no joke. You know that we high elves support you so firmly because..."

   "Because I slaughtered the [Amani Troll]!" McDonald emphasized the three words [Amani].

   All the elf girls in the audience were shocked, and they woke up.

   Only Valeera muttered: "Trolls are not good things, every branch is."

   As soon as she finished speaking, Alleria let out a smirk and leaned over to give her a sneak peek: "Actually, elves are also a type of troll..."

  Rarely, this thief hero who has always been expressionless made a big red face.

   The dark trolls of the Zandalari troll branch have been bathed in arcane energy for a long time before they mutated into night elves. The story that followed, Valeera knew, after the War of the Ancients, a part of the high elves who were more obsessed with magic was eventually exiled by the night elves and came to Quel'Thalas, claiming to be high elves.

   Really want to kill every branch, that is the typical 'kill your own family'.

   So speaking, the Amani troll who had a grudge against the high elves was killed by McDonald's, which is the greatest favor to the high elves.

  Since it makes sense in theory, the elf girls didn't go into it.

   McDonald turned his head towards the magic mirror and said lightly, "Let it go."

   "Let's go?" [Jang *Barr] was surprised.

   "Yes, Darkspear trolls are still useful to the Alliance now."

   "Yes!" The figure of the ship girl disappeared into the magic mirror.

   Queen Xi's eyes flashed: "The hand you hid before, it's almost time, right?"

   "Which billion hands?" Mai Xie sneered.

   "You are cunning. The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse..."

   On the other side, looking at the hundreds of huge and dark muzzles, Vol'jin was in despair. Even if they made an emergency landing, how many women and children would be able to escape in the wild mountains and mountains that are about to enter the border of Silithus?

The    Alliance has told the Horde with two brutal artillery feasts that there won't be many survivors within the carpet bombing range.

Just when Vol'jin's heart seemed to be grasped by the **** of death, the gunships in the sky suddenly lowered their muzzles and scattered, and those giant ships seemed to be blind, and they were dignifiedly about a kilometer above the airship team. fly over.

  "This..." Vol'jin was so smart, how could he not have imagined that it was McDonald's who let the Darkspear troll go. It's just that he doesn't understand why: "We're not tauren..."

   After flying for another day, Vol'jin finally brought his clan to the branch of the Dark Portal in Silithus.

   "The Alliance hasn't attacked?" Vol'jin asked the Captain Wan who was stationed here.

   The orc captain shook his head: "Bad news has been received everywhere, but here we can't see the shadow of the alliance. Is our side too desolate?"

   Vol'jin smiled wryly.

how can that be.

But he couldn't control so much. After conveying the order of Varok, the theoretical commander-in-chief of the three armies, Vol'jin left less than two thousand troll spearmen to guard the Dark Portal, and took a large number of people through the portal. , once again came to Outland, a land that was constantly collapsing.

   To his surprise, opposite the door, Thrall was waiting with five thousand Frostwolf Knights.

   "Thrall? No! Warchief, why are you here!?"

   Vol'jin's words made Thrall's expression very exciting. Thrall heard a lot at once, and it was obvious that Vol'jin was extremely unhappy with the current Warchief Garrosh.

   "I'm no longer a warchief."

"No! Garrosh that bastard! Abandoned most of the orcs and troll people at a critical moment, and took the Forsaken, blood elves and goblins to nowhere. He doesn't deserve to be the warchief." Vol'jin growled angrily. , as if to vent his grievances for so long, and crackly explained everything after the alliance declared war.

   Thrall's brain went down a bit: "Wait, as a warchief, how dare he do this?"

   "Great Chief, how is the situation here now?"

   "The movement of the alliance is very strange. They withdraw..."

  Seriously, if the Alliance is going to kill all Horde people outright, they should attack the Horde on all fronts. Yet the league's performance was very polarized.

Since the Alliance cut off the Thousand Needles area with the navy, the Alliance's tank divisions and mechanized divisions have dashed wildly in the Desolace and Southern Barrens on the front line. These steel behemoths have run wild on the Great Plains, mercilessly eliminated with artillery. Drop any green creature in the scope.

   In Feralas, the navy and air force of the Alliance, together with the hypothetical rocket launcher on Feathermoon Fortress, bombarded the entire west coast of Feralas. To the east was similar, with Union artillery covering the entire 50-kilometer radius of the entrance to the Eastern Front of Feralas.

  Only in Outland, the orc's lair, the alliance withdrew.

   Shadowmoon Valley was empty, and even the Temple of Karabor, the holy land of the Draenei, and the city of Shattrath were evacuated.

   Thrall smiled bitterly: "The alliance retreated all the way to the Hellfire Fortress in Hellfire Peninsula. If it wasn't like this, I wouldn't dare to go out to Nagrand to meet up."

  Vol'jin and Thrall are full of question marks - Alliance, no, what the **** is McDonald's trying to do.

   (end of this chapter)