Stratholme God

   Chapter 1365 Thrall, there will be no future!

  As soon as Thrall opened his mouth, McDonald knew that Thrall was familiar with the book "The Brotherhood".

  The old tribes had no bargaining power for a long time.

   Positioning himself well is the key to the survival of Thrall and his people.

   Behind the desk, McDonald's rested his left elbow on the armrest of the throne, rested his chin on his left hand, placed his index finger and **** on his temple, and his eyes showed a dull divine light.

   Beside him, Calpurnia walked to the wall of the living room and pulled it, and dropped a military map of Draenor.

   "Our scouts have captured half of the Tanas Jungle. When the Alliance's 100,000 forward troops enter Draenor, your people can move."

   "How many troops will the Alliance put in?" Thrall knew that the question was a bit over the top, but he couldn't contain his curiosity. He longed for an answer from McDonald's that would make him die.

   Sure enough, McDonald's answer came.

"I have an army of half a million assembled here, ready to pass through the new Dark Portal. How much the Alliance invests depends on the supply situation in Draenor and the level of resistance of the Iron Horde. If Garrosh can use the existing Ten times the strength, and using the terrain to keep fighting with us, the limit will probably last for a year."

   Heck, at this moment, Thrall and Vol'jin almost stopped.

  If McDonald had said this in a condescending tone and condescension three years ago, maybe they could have imagined that the Alliance was just bluffing.

   Having witnessed the fall of New Orgrimmar and witnessed the powerful army of the Alliance with their own eyes, the two of them have no idea at all.

   If you don't blow it, you can kill them all with a single army in Stratholme.

  The only value of the old tribe that still exists is purely...

"I don't like fighting in the mountains. Although I will definitely win, it will kill a lot of good boys in Stratholme. Also, the Alliance has no interest in a parallel world land that is destined to be separated from the main universe of Azeroth. This is what you still have. The reason for standing in front of me alive."

   Sad?

   Thrall and Vol'jin really feel that their family is pathetic - the only chance for the species to multiply is actually because of the mercy of the enemy, and because of the trouble and no profit.

The   Alliance can dislike Draenor, but the old Horde will never pick it. For a dovish orc like Thrall, there is such a piece of land that his people can thrive, and he would not even think about hitting the planet of Azeroth.

   Humiliation is humiliation, and on the other hand, they also have a good reason to take action against the Iron Horde - despicable Garrosh betrayed them!

   While suffocating, Thrall and Vol'jin quickly accepted the reality, especially after McDonald's hit a stick and gave them a carrot that they couldn't refuse.

"Thrall, Alliance Archmage Khadgar will cooperate with you and open the portal at Frostfire Ridge. Your people will most likely not come into contact with the Alliance army. You can freely choose your attack route. If your results satisfy me, I will allow you to kill Garrosh with your own hands."

   Showing submission to the Alliance by not engaging with the Alliance is the last fig leaf for Thrall's rule. On the surface, at least, ordinary orcs would not have known that the Warchief had succumbed to the Alliance.

  The so-called satisfaction is to make the alliance less dead, so Thrall must not be lazy.

   Conversely, once the Great Traitor has been killed, Thrall's position as Warchief will be full of legitimacy.

   I have to say, no matter from which angle, McDonald's ate Thrall to the death.

   "The Horde...no opinion."

   "Go! I hope we don't see each other again in this life."

  Saar stared at McDonald, and finally nodded: "I also hope...there will be no future!"

   On July 25th, the Alliance 'Forward', led by the Ice Crown King Arthas, entered the New Dark Portal.

   Originally, the Iron Horde defenders in the Tanas jungle were stunned by the sand sculpture players, and they were defeated, but because these so-called alliance scouts did not have much heavy firepower, many Iron Horde camps and fortresses were spared.

  However, the treatment of two teams dead today and the death of a thousand commander tomorrow has long ago made these once incomparably brave orc warriors huddle in their camps and fortresses.

  The army of two fools arrived, and on the premise of sufficient information, what appeared was an unequal duel.

   It is more appropriate to describe it as a sling.

   "Boom!" No high-precision artillery was required, and no infantry was allowed to charge desperately. Just one or two Katyusha rocket batteries turned the Iron Tribe's camp into giant torches.

   "Lok'Tar!"

   "Go away!"

   Above is the roar of the desperate orc warrior who was driven out of the fortress at the end of his last desperate charge.

   The following is the impatient scolding of the Alliance soldiers.

   As the saying goes, no matter how high your martial arts are, as long as you are not extraordinary, you will be shot down.

   There is no ordinary orc soldier that can't be killed by one shuttle of machine guns. If there is, then add another shuttle.

   As McDonald said, it's not that the Alliance doesn't want to push the Iron Horde with thunder, but that the terrain of Tanas Jungle (another translation is Tanaan Jungle) is too disgusting, and the Alliance army can't expand at all.

After a week of onslaught, Rivendell's vanguard army almost knocked down most of the jungle. As a result, less than 50,000 troops were used. The first army came over a third of the army, and the other troops were all sappers. .

   In this situation, with the help of Archmage Khadgar, the New Dark Portal opened a branch for Thrall and his men.

   suddenly came to Frostfire Ridge, and the unfamiliar environment made Thrall a little uncomfortable.

Then, very coincidentally, the Thrall troops who attacked the great traitor Garrosh discovered a huge Iron Horde arsenal. After killing less than two hundred defenders, the people below were pleasantly surprised to find that there were more than three in it. Thousands of second-hand black iron armor.

   After a day, another repair shop of the Iron Tribe was discovered, and nearly 100 iron chariots that had been on the battlefield and were still in good condition were seized.

Thrall smiled wryly, looking at the long team of hundreds of thousands of tribesmen behind him, then staring at the gradually shrinking new gate of darkness, muttering in a voice that only those around him could hear: "There are so many in the world. 'coincide'?"

   Anyone who understands understands!

   On the other side, Kul Tiras.

   McDonald actually put Thrall together.

  These 500,000 people, from the very beginning, were not all taken to fight despicable roars, and two-thirds of them were taken to fight the neighboring island of Zandalar.

   Transporting all the soldiers at once, and then letting their own soldiers freeze to death and starve to death or something, this kind of cowardly operation only Asan can do.

   He even thought that the idiot Pi Er was a bit overkill in the past.

   Don't look at Despicable Roar, it seems that he is still very powerful, and he has a good location. In fact, after losing the direct assistance of the evil god, Despicable Roar has few cards in his hand.

   The black hand of the Blackrock Foundry? The ogre of Highmaul [Führer Mar'gok]?

  Smile!

   No matter whether Thrall is an idiot or an idiot, he can handle these chickens.

  Except for Archimonde from another world who may not come, there is nothing to fear.

   (end of this chapter)