Stratholme God

   Chapter 1411 The Last Correct (Celebrating Dian Niang's Birthday) (1 more)

   Garrosh's mouth squirmed a few times: "Thrall, you can continue..."

continue?

   Continue to run wild on the doomsday train?

  Thrall shook his head heavily and slowly: "You have overdrawn the power of the tribes of three worlds, but you still failed. I really can't allow you to go wrong and bring all the tribesmen into the abyss of destruction."

   "You just believe that McDonald's?"

"It's kind of weird. But my answer is—yes! I trust my enemy more than you, who screwed everything up. Of course I know the answer is tragic. But the Horde has no choice!" Thrall The voice full of desolation pierced Garrosh's heart deeply.

   This is the sadness of the safari race.

   Expansion! expansion! Keep expanding!

  When the expansion fails and they are forced into infighting, and there is no stable enough food source to support their lives, the seemingly powerful safari habits become the knife that kills them.

   This principle is also the same on earth. Among the major modern countries, no one is hunting or nomadic.

   Productivity is too low!

  The hunting life of 10,000 years has long been engraved into the DNA of the orcs. Thrall saw the natural ills of the orcs, but he ignored him from time to time, and did not give him enough time and external space to allow him to carry out a complete reform of the orc race.

   When Garrosh, the Orc Tradition, raised his head again, he also abolished the last brake called [Thrall], destined to be like the most famous slogan of the Orcs, "Lok'Tar-ogar!"

   Since Garrosh can't win foreign wars, he can only die.

  …

   Destiny took a very irritating turn here!

  The figure in Garrosh's eyes was distracted for a while, and he suddenly confessed: "Then Chief Thrall, you have to pay attention, my axe is poisoned."

  Thrall: ? ? ?

  Thrall's eyes widened, he couldn't believe his ears. Just before the start of the fight, Velles* Deep Shadow repeatedly warned that Garrosh might have poisoned the weapon.

   This is something that Garrosh himself actually hammered.

   What magical operation is this?

Garrosh said in a seemingly ordinary way: "It's strange! Thrall, before stepping on the throne of the elements, I was thinking about **** you by any means. It's like I used a poisonous axe in another world. Murdered Kane who started [Makgora] against me..."

   These words made Thrall's heart feel as if he was being held tightly by a cold claw, and he couldn't help trembling: "You murdered Kane!?"

"Yes! Kane of another world, he tried to stop my madness. But Kane of this world is even more outrageous, he actually voted for the league... So I thought from the beginning that all tauren are not good things!" Garou While laughing at himself, Ershi took out a piece of animal hide and wiped the axe blade carelessly.

  Thrall noticed that the hide had a slightly unnatural jet black.

"Three, you're right, I lost three times! I bet the whole tribe, three times! What frustrates me the most is that I lose more than once! In my world, I absorbed Y'Shaarj With my strength, I lost under the siege of the Alliance and the Horde. This time, I was crushed by McDonald's! I can't see any hope of victory!"

   Thrall felt the same way.

   As long as there is a little hope, who will hand over the fate of the entire clan to their enemies?

   Thrall fell silent.

   "Thrall! Since you're more willing to trust that human **** than me, so be it. I'm exhausted and exhausted. Let's end this farce!"

"it is good!"

  Garulsh raised the blood-red elephant trunk axe high: "Thrall! I will watch you quietly in hell. If you don't want to be laughed at by me after you die, then take the orcs out of a future—"

   "Huh!" The flames that ignited on [Doom Hammer] were Thrall's final answer.

"Roar-"

   is worthy of the name Hellscream. The last roar of Garrosh's life, the volume was so explosive that the audience five hundred meters away felt an extremely uncomfortable humming in their eardrums.

   Garrosh leaped high in the presence of more than 100,000 orcs.

   He jumps high, high!

   This is not the first time the two sides have faced each other, and they know each other well. In pure melee combat, Thrall is slightly inferior.

   But Thrall is not a pure warrior, but a shaman!

   "Long!"

   Accompanied by a huge explosion from the depths of the earth, a typical hand of the earth, condensed with orcs as a template, rose from the ground.

   This giant rock hand, at least ten meters long, grabbed Garrosh with incomparable agility.

   It looked more like Garrosh was a grasshopper who threw itself into a snare.

   Well, it’s still post-autumn.

  The words have been said, the so-called Macgola is more like a cutscene.

  The Hellscream family's famous jumping chop failed to hurt Thrall after all.

   "Crack!"

   The hand of the earth clenched tightly and the battle was over.

   A large amount of blood and nearly liquefied visceral fragments splashed out from the cracks of the rock fingers, and Garrosh's body was only intact with his right arm, half of his chest, neck and head exposed to the air.

  Standing two meters away from Garrosh, Thrall's eyes were full of unresolved sadness: "Any last words? Orc brother."

   "Yes." Garrosh raised the battle axe in his hand tremblingly: "The bloodline of the Hellscream family is... cut off. But this [Georrow]... the fate of fighting for the orcs should not end here..."

   Thrall pinned the [Doom Hammer] to his waist and took the [Gorrow] with both hands: "How about Varok? He is a real warrior."

"Can…"

   Iron Horde Warchief Garrosh *Hellscream, passed away.

   At this moment, millions of tribal warriors burst into cheers at the same time. They were celebrating the reunification of the tribe and congratulating the birth of the 'new' Great Chief!

   "Ancestors praise you!"

   "Long live Warchief Thrall!"

  Saar's expression was in a trance for a while, and those noises that were enough to shatter the eardrums seemed to be completely isolated from his soul by him. It was not until Varok and Vol'jin approached that he handed [Gorrow] to Varok in a daze.

   "Garrosh gave it to you."

   Varok froze for a moment, then continued with a wry smile: "I will fight to the death with it. Then, pass it on to the next real hero who is willing to fight for the tribe."

  Even after winning MacGol LS, he felt that his heart was empty.

  Vol'jin stepped up and hugged Thrall. "Garrosh has done a lot of wrong things. But he's a true orc."

   "Well." Thrall's eyes crossed the crowd who came to congratulate, and fell on the face of Welles* Deep Shadow.

   The ethereal voice of the other party penetrated into his ears: "His Majesty Stratholme will contact you at four o'clock in the morning tonight."

   (end of this chapter)