Stratholme God

   Chapter 1306 Fishing Master McDonald

   Blowing up the three worm nests in Silithus actually cut off Thrall's last thoughts - the Alliance used actual actions to tell the Horde that you don't even have the money to fight us in guerrilla warfare.

After the    cataclysm, the tribe's food was even more scarce. Without food, they couldn't even prolong the time. The alliance would not necessarily be boiled to death, but the tribe's soldiers would starve to death first.

  The completely temperless Thrall, after pulling all the troops that Silithus could mobilize back to Outland, decisively announced publicly:

   "People of the Horde! We've all been deceived by that Garrosh! He's not the Garrosh*Hellscream we know! He's a liar from another world [Iron Horde]..."

  With the wisdom of the tribal people, it is difficult to understand what a parallel world is, Thrall roughly explained, there is another vile roar, but this roar is not the other roar. That vile roar shamelessly usurped the throne of the warchief, inciting the young and arrogant orcs to fight the alliance, and then hiding on his own to carry out the conspiracy of the [Iron Horde] to come to the world of Azeroth.

  Seriously, parallel worlds and so on, for most orcs, it's like listening to heaven. They don't understand at all.

  The only thing Thrall can be thankful for is this: All the remaining Horde people know that this so-called Warchief Garrosh has deceived them - the best proof is that when they desperately resist the Alliance army, the Warchief's disappearance is the best proof.

   When he saw that Garrosh was dead in the magic mirror and saw that Thrall took out the [Gorrow] with the power of death, the anger ignited hundreds of thousands of tribesmen!

   "Vengeance!"

   "Kill that liar!"

   "A tooth for a tooth! Blood for blood!"

   "Lord Thrall - please continue to be our chief and lead us!"

  The roar of the sky reverberated in the Nagrand Prairie.

Seriously, the most radical guys in the tribe are either taken in by Despicable Roar and pulled to fight Pandaria, or they die in Desolace and Feralas. The rest of these orcs are not radicals at all. Only by convincing Thrall will they gather under the banner of the Frostwolf.

  Since Despicable Roar is out of position, it is logical for Thrall to regain the throne of the Great Chief.

Just as    Thrall raised his hands, the orcs and trolls below immediately became quiet, and Thrall's prestige was vividly reflected at this moment.

Thrall held the Doomhammer aloft, the flames spewing from it echoing the flames spewing from the Throne of Elements on the borders of Nagrand: "Nagrand is collapsing! We must find a better home! This is the same as punishing the traitor Gal Rush doesn't conflict. We'll kill the **** who deceived us, take his Draenor and make it our new home—"

   "Ooooooo!" The orcs were immediately excited.

   Immediately, the dog nurse Varok raised his arm: "Kill the traitor! Grab the territory!"

  When the fury of the orcs was ignited, without thinking about it, hundreds of thousands of people followed and shouted in unison: "Kill the traitor! Grab the territory!"

   "Everyone, follow me--" Thrall, with a large number of orcs and darkspear trolls, marched all the way east from Nagrand into the Terokkar Forest.

   Seriously, Thrall's heart keeps beating as he watches the fortresses humans build in the canyons where the two regions meet.

   It is a lie to say that he is not disturbed.

  Although he was forced to accept McDonald's proposal, Thrall would never do this, if he had the option of handing his fate to the enemy.

   He had no choice.

   He didn't know that in this life, the collapse of Outland was much faster than in history. Anyway, from the day Illidan was defeated to now, one-third of Nagrand's area has collapsed and fell into the void.

   Continue to nest in Nagrand, and in the end it is still a [Death]!

  The compatriots kept fighting each other in desperation, robbing the ever-shrinking hunting ground, that kind of tragic end, Thrall really dared not imagine.

  Look at what kind of soldiers you bring?

   Apart from the Frostwolf clan and the Darkspear trolls, the only powerful unit that has been formed is the Mok'Nathal clan. The stubborn Mok'Nathal clan, led by Chief Leorox, seldom set foot on the Blade's Edge Mountains, and when the tribe was first formed, only Rexxar answered the call.

   Now that the entire Outland is collapsing, Leorox, introduced by Rexxar, still pinched his nose and went to Thrall.

   These three major clans together have 80,000 people.

   It's just this equipment, what a miserable...

   Looking at the growing human fortress in the horizon, even Thrall swallowed his saliva and couldn't help thinking: What if this was a trap for McDonald's?

   "Report the Great Chief! The Alliance is gone! There is no one left." The scout shouted happily and rushed back.

   Entering the fortress, the tribal warriors found that not only did the humans stationed here get out of the way, they retreated in a hurry, and they didn't even have time to transport a lot of food.

   "Great Chief! We found a lot of cured meat!" The orcs who didn't know the truth cheered.

   Well, all kinds of pickled animal meat are piled up in dozens of large warehouses. Save a bit, enough to feed an army of 300,000 for a month.

  Humans did try very hard to hide these materials, and even sealed the warehouse with cement, disguised as a wall, but failed to escape the nose of the wolf.

  Vol'jin came over and whispered, "Great Chief, this is..."

  Thrall nodded.

  This is McDonald's deposit.

  To the east of Nagrand is the Terokkar Forest, which was originally a fertile area. Although the south side was corroded by fel energy and other messy forces, causing no grass to grow, the north side should still be lush with trees.

should……

  When the spies returned, Thrall immediately understood the spiciness of McDonald's.

  Jarold* Shadowsong was ordered to destroy the entire Terokkar Forest before leading the evacuation. There are traces of fire everywhere, and the forest is sprinkled with strange salt and other things.

  Thrall thinks with his toes and knows that this land must be ruined, and most of it has a match with the land that has been polluted by fel energy.

   McDonald's gave way to the Dark Portal, but he definitely didn't allow the orcs to stay there. He is like a brilliant fishing master, one after another, he hooked the big fish of the tribe away.

   Cold Knowledge: Orcs like to wear nose rings.

   But this kind of feeling as if the cow is being led by the nose is really bad.

   Does Thrall have a choice?

No!

   He could only keep his head down and continue to march until he came to the abandoned city of Shattrath. Here, the Horde not only found the food that the Alliance deliberately hid, but also 20,000 large tomahawks and warhammers used by the 'draenei'.

  These fine steel weapons are even superior to those of the Frostwolf clan. It is many times better than the rotten wooden sticks and broken iron sticks of most orcs.

  Thrall can already foresee that when the Horde army reaches the Hellfire Peninsula, it will 'coincidentally' find more materials that the Alliance has no time to destroy, and even a few cannons can be found.

   McDonald's is like a most brilliant fisherman. After the fish is hooked, he consumes the stamina of the strong fish without hesitation, and finally catches it.

   (end of this chapter)