Stratholme God

   Chapter 1412 Transfer Destiny (2 more)

   Thrall won against Mac'Gora, and he wasn't happy at all.

  In the past, he was always full of energy, high-spirited, and full of enthusiasm in everything he did. This is because he believes he is doing the right thing for the orcs, and for the tribe as a whole.

   Killing Garrosh now, is that 'correct'?

  Thrall felt lost.

  In the tent of the chieftain, he was staggered, and he mechanically accepted the blessings of the various orc chiefs, comforting these new chiefs.

   The more enthusiastic the atmosphere, the more Thrall felt an unreal sense of stripping.

  At least one million orcs joined the Horde, which is both a power and a responsibility.

  You Thrall's "rebellion" succeeded, don't forget, in Talador next door, there is the most terrifying alliance army!

   The four in the morning communication, for Thrall, this is not a negotiation, it is more like a trial given to him and the tribe by the other party... a trial!

  There are no outsiders in the big tent.

  The Great Chief's personal guards guarded the surrounding area, pulling the alert to the highest level.

   In the huge tent, there are soundproof enchantments, protective magic circles, and so on.

   There are only Thrall, Vol'jin, and Varok in front of the magic mirror for communication in the center.

When the time is up, the light curtain lights up.

   "Good evening, High Chief Thrall."

   "Good evening, His Majesty Emperor Stratholme."

After   's nutritious opening remarks, McDonald's smiled slightly: "I'm so happy to be able to enjoy Draenor at four in the morning with you, Thrall."

  Thrall's heart skipped a beat: "Your Majesty Stratholme, have you come to Draenor?"

   "I can't come?" McDonald's smile grew brighter.

   "Should I say welcome?" Thrall was neither humble nor arrogant.

  MacDonald rested his cheek with his left hand, and the divine light in his eyes kept flickering: "You don't have to welcome a wicked guest like me."

   Thrall was silent.

  You old people say that you are a bad guest, do bad guests still manage your family’s feelings?

"Thrall, don't be so nervous. I said that I won't kill all your tribes, and I will naturally fulfill my promise." McDonald adjusted his posture and turned his fingers into a cross, with the back of his fingers against his chin: " That's something I've always been proud of."

"Grateful."

   "I know you've always wondered why the Alliance that didn't even spare Outland would be willing to give up Draenor. Is that right?"

   "Yes!" Thrall became shy.

"Faced with the threat from the Burning Legion. Azeroth's star soul has awakened. As a form of self-preservation, she has injected a ray of destiny from the world into a few of the [Children of the World] who she believes are the most promising and promising. ]. She believes that among these children of the world, who can grow into the world master who leads the world into the future!"

   Thrall sounded a little sloppy, but he didn't interrupt McDonald's.

   "Thrall, you are one of the [Children of the World] that Ai Xing originally selected."

  Three's heart froze.

  Saar smiled bitterly: "Me?"

   "Yes, if it weren't for me, perhaps the Horde would have become the only super-large organization on Ai Xing that could fight against the Alliance."

   Several big bosses of the tribe were dumbfounded at the same time.

   That's right, McDonald's is a monster. Normally, individuals make mistakes. But McDonald's has been perfect for leading and ruling the league since he came to power.

   This is also why the alliance is so strong that it is completely true to multi-line battles, and it even covers everything and wins everywhere.

   has been winning, never lost.

  Without McDonald's, naturally there would not be a winning alliance.

   "Then, Your Majesty wants to say, the son of another world is you."

   "Yes! It's not right either. That's not the point." McDonald's has no obligation to explain it perfectly. Oh him! It's just a transmigrator who stole the luck of the two fools.

   "What do you want me to do?"

"Killing you, of course, is the easiest way to seize the power of destiny. But in order to maintain a possibility, Ai Xinghun may unconsciously want to prolong the life of a child of a defeated world as much as possible. This is for those who want to concentrate on the threat of the Burning Legion For me, it's quite a hassle. This means that even if I break up the tribe, there will still be a large number of tribal warriors fighting guerrillas."

   Vol'jin said, "Will Ai Xing protect our warriors intentionally or not?"

"you can say it this way."

   Leaders with real brains know that there is no future for guerrillas simply for revenge without bases.

  Conversely, if the tribe is destroyed, the spontaneous resistance of its people will cause considerable trouble to the alliance.

   Of course, that is the level of trouble, not necessarily to hurt the bones, let alone destroy the foundation of the alliance.

  Saar grinned, showing an expression that was theoretically a smile: "That is, I 'voluntarily' give up the identity of this [child of the world], which is more beneficial to you."

   "Of course, you still have the right to 'not willingly'."

   This is a reminder, but also a threat.

  The cold light flashing in McDonald's eyes warned the Tribe trio: As things stand now, if they dare to break the contract, they will be prepared to pay the price of genocide.

   "As long as I'm still alive and I'm still the Great Chief, the tribe will not break the contract. As for the [Child of the World], I'll give it to you if you want."

   "Very good. I need you to come to Silithus later today."

"Can."

  People are knives, I am fish.

  Thrall agreed without hesitation.

   No tribe knows that there is a titan ruin in Silithus. Historically, after Silithus inserted a big sword that penetrated the sky and the earth, this place also became the core place for the later planetary messenger Magni Bronzebeard to communicate with Ai Xingxin.

   In this life, although Magni has not awakened, the will of the star soul is also more active. This did not prevent McDonald's from finding the place and picking up the Mother of Purity, the guardian of the Titans.

   An hour later, in the Titan Temple where the player obtained the [Heart of Azeroth] in that game.

   In the presence of the Guardian, Thrall solemnly swore to renounce the world of Azeroth.

   At first, it was a self-abandonment like a word lying flat.

The voice of    fell, as if nothing happened.

Soon, Thrall felt a mysterious sense of loss, as if something belonging to him had been drawn out of the body, following the brilliance reflected in the hall, misty fell to the nearby On McDonald's.

   In the sealed Titan Temple, there was a breeze, and this smoky breath made Thrall, who was good at communicating with the spirit of the earth, very comfortable.

  Unfortunately, it was just that moment.

   Soon, Thrall felt that he had lost his connection with the earth, and even with the entire planet of Azeroth.

"Ugh……"

   In the hall, a sigh sounded like a phantom sound.

   This sound is so vague, like the rustling sound in the breeze and drizzle hundreds of meters away. If you don't listen carefully, you can't detect it at all.

   Here, seeing the system prompts frantically swiping the screen, McDonald's was overjoyed.

  【Congratulations to the host for obtaining the approval of Thrall, the son of the world, who transferred all his power of destiny to the host... 】

   (end of this chapter)