Stratholme God

   Chapter 1359 Space Cutting

   Garrosh was not so kind to continue delivering food to the Alliance. Of course, the troops will not be recovered. The cannon fodder of these third-rate clans lacking support will be wiped out by the Allies within a few days, and the rest is a simple public security war to clear the remaining enemies.

   A new issue is placed in front of the alliance boss-how to fight next?

   This is not a question of whether to counterattack or not. Doing all the evil things, not killing all the scumbag family, waiting for them to relax, and opening a dark door in a certain country of Ai Xing, who can stand this?

  The big guys first turned their attention to McDonald's.

  McDonald's only one sentence: "There is enough food."

  Everyone is relieved.

  How to counter-attack Draenor? Who will fight back?

   "Cough! Let me introduce the situation in Draenor first." Lor'themar came out and showed the big guys a 3D map based on the collective memories of a traveler group.

   The map itself covers more than 40 square meters and is 2 meters high. Because of the 3D modeling, you can also zoom in as needed.

   As soon as the map came out, the audience was in an uproar.

The    map is not a thing that professionals have done on-the-spot investigation for three to five years, and various calculations, how can they come up with it?

   Even when the Iron Horde invaded, Stratholme sent someone to reverse the invasion to find the way, which is too strong.

  This map has everything from altitude to terrain simulation, where is the mountain, where is the sea... swamps, climate, minerals, and even monster types are clearly marked.

   Tyrande rested his chin in his left hand: "I suspect that the Iron Horde itself does not have such a clear map."

   Isn't it?

  The map is incomplete, and the curves on it that are scrawled with the virtues of the Impressionist masters often bleed the generals who lead the troops.

  With this map, everyone felt a lot more at ease.

   This is the Outland they are familiar with, and it is not like Outland.

  Lor'themar continued to explain: "This is the homeworld of the orcs [Draenor] that has not experienced that big explosion..."

   After nearly 20 years of fighting, there are few kings present who are not experts.

  Three times, how to play, everyone has a score.

   The biggest problem is:

   High Craftsman Gelbin frowned: "Draenor's gravity seems to be different from ours?"

  Data shows that Draenor's gravity is 110% that of Azeroth.

   For the human body, the feeling is there, but it is not obvious.

   The stronger the existence, the lighter the feeling, which is why the orcs came to Aixing, but felt a sense of release.

   For aircraft, this is a bit of a killer.

   The dwarf master craftsman took the data and made a crackling analysis: "The wind shear is a bit serious, and the air composition is also different..."

  He had a lot of fun.

   McDonald frowned and helped him summarize in human words: "That is to say, after we sent an expeditionary force to the past, we can't count on the Air Force in a short time. All Air Force aircraft have to undergo rigorous modification and adequate testing."

   "At least three months!" Gelbin added in his sharp voice.

   This is a bit difficult!

   Muradin snorted coldly: "Isn't the Alliance going to fight without the airships? Didn't we still come here in the old days?"

"There is another problem." Khadgar, who was doing research on the front line, suddenly reminded: "The new Dark Portal seems to lack a lot of sacrifice support, and the teleportation capability is decreasing. We need to spend a lot of magic power to maintain the portal. And it’s smaller than it used to be.”

  Iron Tribe Is this a run away?

   It is disgusting to think about whether they will go back and stab them in three or five years.

   McDonald's is even more worried: this time, if you don't kill the vile and yell at them, it will be the last straw that breaks the camel's back when "The Return of the Legion" runs out to make trouble.

   "Don't worry about the energy source, I will ask Miss Anveena and Her Majesty Kalecgos to come and help. The key is scale!"

Khadgar tried it and quickly replied: "The 'that one' on the opposite side has done something to restore it to its maximum size. It is impossible to pass the ship, but through heavy machinery, such as trains, it is estimated that it is alright. However, this Controllers of energy sources and teleportation mages will be very demanding."

   McDonald's nonchalant: "It's fine, I believe His Majesty Kalecgos will be 'happy' to help."

At this moment, a certain dragon king who doesn't do business all day, regardless of race, suddenly has a good heart, and he sneezes and rubs his nose: "I always feel that someone wants to hurt me. ? Well, it must be an illusion."

  The times are different. In the past, when we attacked Outland, a group of infantrymen rolled up their sleeves to kill them, and the supplies could even be fixed on the spot.

   These days, it is not so simple to attack a powerful race with powerful mechanized troops across the world, and many details have to be demonstrated in advance. One bad thing is the end of the group.

  Fortunately, the Alliance has this time and space.

  Alsace began to prepare for the alliance's cross-space attack while sweeping the southern area of ​​Tiragarde Strait.

   Expedition to Draenor, with two idiots as the handsome, everyone has no opinion.

   After all, McDonald's has spoken. This Draenor is like a piece of wood that washed up on an isolated island in the middle of the river in a flood. Don't look at the fact that it can still be connected across interstellar space. Because this parallel world is not connected to Ai Xing in the first place.

   This weeding and eradication operation is more like a prevention.

The key is that McDonald threw a big bomb: "In fact, I have persuaded the original Horde Warchief Thrall that when we take the initiative to attack, Thrall and his men will enter Deraa through another portal. No, deal the fatal blow to Garrosh, the traitor."

   "Ah this..." Many alliance bosses were stunned.

The    Alliance claimed to the outside world that it drove the remnants of the old tribe back to Outland, and there was no time to clean up for the time being.

   Who would have thought that McDonald would turn back a py deal and join forces with Thrall, no, was he forcing Thrall to join forces?

  Jean hesitated a bit: "Is this... let the tiger return to the mountain?"

"Yes! No!" MacDonald resolutely shook the blame: "According to the prophecy of Nozdormu, the Bronze Dragon King, Thrall would have become a very important existence in Azeroth. Unfortunately, fate has changed, right For Azeroth, the best way is not to kill Thrall, but to have Thrall leave the world voluntarily. So I hope you all agree that when we wipe out the Iron Horde, give Draenor to Thrall's old Horde, and decouple the world of Draenor from the world of Azeroth."

   After saying that, McDonald took out a very strange dagger.

  It was Nozdormu's last gift to him - a fetish forged with a small claws of the bronze dragon king, enough to cut off the connection between a plane and the main plane of Aixing. There is a premise for this, that is, the owner of the artifact has completely mastered the core of the two planes (or has the consent of the star soul).

   Feeling the mysterious energy fluctuations emanating from it, the big guys looked at each other, speechless.

  Since Nozdormu and his elders mentioned the Dragon King of Time and Space, and mentioned such a high-level name as [Fate], then letting a Thrall go may not be really endless troubles.

   (end of this chapter)