Stratholme God

  Chapter 1410 MacGora leading to the future

   "Rebels from Frostfire Ridge have landed at Highmaul."

   "The unspeakable rebellious leader is approaching Mogul Post."

   "The despicable former warchief entered Lokras."

   "Thrall takes the Arena of Blood."

   "Chief Thrall is approaching the Throne of Elements!"

   "Supreme Warchief Thrall arrives today in his faithful Nagrand."

  Thrall is based on the Frostwolf warriors of the two worlds, which can be described as a typical local battle. In addition, after beheading the black hand, Varok helped him successfully regain the remaining elites of the Blackrock clan, with Nazgrim's navy as support, and the anti-water of the two goblin princes, the old tribe's lineup can be called gorgeous. .

   The Alliance has attracted all of Garrosh's attention, and Thrall's side can be said to be in the right place and the right place.

   With such a configuration, it is not surprising that the old tribe has a destructive momentum.

   Thrall led someone into Highmaul, and the Ogre Archmage [Fuhrer Margok] saw that the momentum was not right, so he simply dropped.

   From Highmaul all the way east, Thrall's army snowballed, reaching an astonishing number of 800,000 within a few days.

If    is replaced by other armies, it is easy to get out of control.

   This is Nagrand, which is full of hunting grounds and extremely rich in prey, so there is no need to worry about supplies. And the supply station of the goblin prince itself is everywhere in this area, and many troops of the Iron Horde don't even know that the goblins are jumping backwards.

The biggest point of    is that when Thrall forced the Iron Horde minions to surrender, he publicly announced: "I will fight Mac'Gora with Iron Horde Warchief Garrosh!"

   Orc Profound Truth - The one with the big fist is the boss, and the one who loses is the one who wins.

   Since it is the flag-raising duel [Makgora] that represents the supreme glory of the orcs, even the most critical orcs cannot say a word of [no].

   This is the magic of the thousand-year-old tradition!

  When Garrosh turned to face Thrall's old tribe with a hundred thousand loyal 'remnants', what he saw in the Throne of Elements were the camps of the major clans that were scattered all over the mountains, or the camps once arranged around the Warsong clan.

This means that if he doesn't agree to Thrall's 'Makgora', he will have to attack with the iron... Forgetting how many orcs are willing to follow him, it is the army of one million who will give him 100,000 people to face the front. Absolutely not.

  Especially, when Garrosh received the relic [Gorrow] from his old father, the situation changed slightly.

   "Isn't it [Makgola]? I agreed!" His expression was very complicated, as if he had condensed all his joys, sorrows, and joys into one piece, giving his facial features a strange sense of incongruity.

  History seems to form a closed loop.

   The duel of the century, destined to take place in the Throne of the Elements, happened.

  The two sides used to be at most a battle of roads in history, but now there has been a subtle change in their positions: Garrosh is still the big orcist, but Thrall has become a survivor who leads the tribe.

   "Woo woo woo--" The long horn sounded from the giant horn, the same for thousands of years. Many orcs once thought that their lives would be passed down from generation to generation, from generation to generation, but now the situation has changed a little.

   "Boom! Boom! Boom!" Over a million orc warriors rhythmically slammed the tail of their battle axes or warhammers on the ground, creating an artificial effect of shaking the ground.

   The chaotic cries of cheering for their respective warchiefs swept across the Throne of the Elements.

   Not to mention the orcs themselves, even Mai, who secretly passed the eyes of the mage and peeped from a very long distance, felt extremely novel.

   That's right, McDonald's sneaked to Draenor with the people closest to him.

   Looking at the picture in the magic mirror, Veresa was like a little fan girl, and she sincerely praised: "McDonald, you are so powerful that you even forced the two tribal chiefs to kill each other."

Without McDonald's answering, Queen Xi smiled first: "Amazing? All diplomacy is based on military strength. Believe it or not, if Garrosh defeated the first and second armies led by Arthas, Thrall would Turn around and join forces with Garrosh to blast the Alliance out of Draenor?"

"what!"

  McDonald smiled and said nothing.

  Queen Xi was right, instead of leaving his fate to the enemy, Thrall would definitely choose to take the fate of the tribe into his own hands if he had the chance.

  Since Garrosh is defeated, Thrall has no choice.

   On the screen, two burly orcs slowly walked up a small hill on the Throne of Elements.

   This hill is not big, the relatively flat place on the top may be five or six hundred square meters, and it is about twenty meters high from the ground, which is exactly the size that a large number of orcs can watch from a distance.

  As the two approached, the loud drums and horns gradually ceased, and I don’t know how many pairs of eyes stared nervously at the hills.

   Garrosh was the first to speak: "Thrall! Is it so much fun to be a human dog? You should stop calling your clan the Frostwolf, and call it a sled dog!"

   Garrosh's words deeply hurt Thrall's heart.

   Maybe Thrall has been led by McDonald's all this time, but that doesn't mean he doesn't want to be a decent orc.

   He really has no choice wow!

  Thrall's facial muscles were twitching, his eyes lost focus for a while, and after a few seconds, he let out a long breath: "Garrosh, I've always wanted to believe you!"

   "Believe in what?" Garrosh raised his mouth with a hint of playfulness.

"I believe your orc supremacism may be able to revive the Horde! I believe that everything you do is for the big Horde, not just the little Orcs. I'm willing to believe in you even after you betrayed the Horde. The Iron Horde can defeat the Alliance..."

   Thrall said this, Garrosh couldn't hold back a little, and he trembled: "You found out long ago?"

   Thrall smiled bitterly: "Vaguely, I'm not too sure. After all, the difference in personality between the two Garrosh is actually quite obvious."

   Garrosh pursed his lips.

   Thrall's eyes were blurred, his eyes surpassed the opponent of Makogora in front of him, passed through the scene of the Throne of Elements, and turned to the east... There is the direction of the alliance army.

   Thrall's voice was full of bitterness: "Garrosh, it's not that I don't want to support you, but... you have already lost to the Alliance in three worlds!"

   These words made Garrosh break the defense.

right!

  Three times!

   Garrosh would not have traveled through time and space to this Draenor without his failure in another Azeroth.

   Garrosh wouldn't have returned to Draenor if he had not lost to McDonald on this Aixin.

   Now that even the mainland has been completely lost, what else is there to say?

   As long as he is really good enough to overturn the alliance, Thrall will definitely be willing to be a fool for the future of the tribe.

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  ps, people are recovering from illness, but I have a little bit of manuscript, tomorrow 515 will start activities, try to get more and more.

   (end of this chapter)