Stratholme God

   Chapter 1414 Accidental or not? (4 more)

   Less than a certain rank, you can't even notice that the tridents are releasing into the sea.

   Let’s fight seriously, how can these rough air combats be new to the pilots who hit the Trident?

How could a    sand sculpture player give Varok a bunny hop and smash five aeolian pterosaurs in one go?

   This is the release of strength.

   In this picture, McDonald's, who was watching the live broadcast, broke his belly with laughter. This reminded him of seeing a big guy with a **** apex.

   After the game, the big guy who opened the trumpet didn't have a head. The girl had more than a dozen heads, and there was another three kills. The girl was inexplicably excited, and she was so happy that she promised herself on the spot.

   After the game, seeing the damage, the audience was silent.

   The big guy hit 3,000 damage - at this moment, everyone understood.

   The big guy is making every enemy into **** skin, and deliberately keeping it for the girl to get the head.

  The real boss is so terrifying.

   This is the sadness of the tribe. The difference in strength between the two sides is so great that they can't even see that the other side deliberately faked the game and gave them away.

   On the ground, millions of orcs went up.

  Normally speaking, a large number of small clan orcs with equipment not even at the level of the first battle of the Dark Gate, go up just to deliver food.

   This time, the hit rate of the Alliance anti-aircraft vehicles was suddenly much 'normal'.

   It turns out that the player's gunner has all kinds of fairy operations, and 100 rounds of machine shells can take 40 heads. Now if the machine guns go down, a dozen orcs will still be killed.

   For the tribe that rushed over tens of thousands of people on a one-kilometer-wide front in one go, the battle loss became acceptable.

  The alliance army after breaking through the pass seems to be very happy and spread out its forces, which in turn led to a significant reduction in the density of firepower, which 'just' gave the tribe a chance to counterattack.

   With armored gronns at the front, the Horde launched the most violent counterattack against the Alliance.

   This battle took a whole day and one place. The tribe chased 50 kilometers frantically, smashed through the pass in one breath, and re-entered the Talador area.

   The brilliant achievements in front of him made every tribe person happy.

"Hahaha!"

   "Victory! We finally won!"

   "Praise Warchief Thrall."

   The record can’t be faked. The corpses of the Alliance soldiers all over the ground, the T-34 tanks that are still burning violently, and the mass-produced version of the [Jim] mecha that were blown up by the heroes of the tribe are all proof of victory.

  In the eyes of the Horde Hanhan, the army of the Alliance that the rookie Garrosh could not handle, Thrall did it as soon as he arrived.

   Only Thrall and other tribal high-level officials are clear in their hearts - this is a gift from McDonald's.

  Vol'jin leaned into Thrall's ear: "Tanks, mechas, and artillery are all old models that the Alliance has eliminated. Except for the mechas, the Stratholme Empire has given these types of things to villagers as militia-level weapons."

  Saar's mouth twitched slightly, he was discouraged, and then said: "Can we copy it?"

  Vol'jin shook his head: "One or two technologies may be okay, but it is generally difficult. This requires a complete set of large-scale ore smelting and industrial system support. It is completely different from the goblin's technological route."

  Thrall was speechless.

   This is really sent by the enemy, and I can't copy it myself.

  How sad this is.

  Conversely, this gift is what Thrall likes from the bottom of his heart.

What    McDonald gave him was the title of the Savior of the Orcs!

   By 'defeating' the alliance, Thrall's position as a great chief can be regarded as firmly established.

   After more than a month, Thrall led his troops to destroy the Trident of the Alliance's elite troops many times, and finally drove all the Alliance back to the opposite side of the Dark Portal.

   In a cave not far from the New Dark Portal, Thrall finally met McDonald himself.

   "Is this the end?" McDonald's commitment was beyond Thrall's imagination.

   "Yes, after the ritual is completed, Draenor will be completely separated from the Azeroth system where our alliance is located."

  Saar felt somewhat relieved. On the other hand, the string in his heart could not be loosened until the last moment.

   At this moment, heroes on both sides were waiting outside. Seeing that the momentum was not right, they immediately came in to fight.

   In general, because of this delicate relationship, the atmosphere on both sides was slightly tense, but it was still restrained.

   McDonald stood on the magic circle prepared in advance and began to chant.

   In fact, for things like mantras, he has seven orifices and six, which is better than the fact that the system is convenient enough and has the function of auxiliary mantra recitation.

   In the eyes of others, he is a typical dual cultivation of magic and martial arts.

   The surrounding atmosphere oscillates slightly, and there may be no sense of existence that is not sensitive to elements and space energy. In this life, Gul'dan, who has been hiding in the shadow of the Iron Horde from beginning to end, is the most sensitive to this.

   "Impossible! How could the Alliance have such a skill!?" There was an undisguised horror in the expression on his face.

   "Sir, what did the Alliance do?"

   "He... they're removing Draenor from the universe!"

  The birth of planets and the operation of galaxies have their own set of mysterious rules that mortals cannot understand. This is the ultimate mystery of the universe, and it is also the truth that countless masters of space have wanted to pursue all their lives.

   The supreme mystery in Gul'dan's eyes was actually used in the hands of a mortal. How could he not panic?

Ordinary people don't feel anything. In his vision, this Draenor is like a giant ship that is about to leave the harbor. The cables that hold the shore are loosened one by one, and they are free from the shackles of space. Such a great virtue. Planet Rano suddenly became that rootless duckweed, about to get lost in the multiverse.

   "No! He can't do that!" Gul'dan thought about rushing to stop the mysterious Alliance Mage who met Thrall.

   As everyone knows, the other party is not a serious mage at all.

What McDonald used was just a gift from the bronze dragon king Nozdormu, let alone control, he didn't even understand the fur of this power, he simply pressed two buttons and activated Nozdormu's spell Mode.

   In a sense, McDonald’s still cheated on Thrall—how can a wandering planet be that simple. If you get rid of the original space coordinates, you will get rid of the environment you have been in for hundreds of millions of years, and the light and heat from the surrounding stars (the sun) will change immediately.

  See you, wandering on the earth, many times due to changes in the atmosphere and sunlight, the ground temperature drops sharply.

   Thrall, who didn't feel any change in the earth, asked one more question: "Our Draenor, will we really find our new home?"

   "Yes, if you really can't find it, you can also use this coordinate." With a flick of McDonald's finger, a ray of light flew out from his finger, straight into Thrall's eyebrows.

   This composite space coordinate consisting of 1024 digits, letters and symbols is what McDonald wanted to find Wang Zong these days.

   "If you can't bear to completely destroy the tribe, you can send the tribe here."

   "What is that place?"

   "A parallel world controlled by a certain Galactic Order Council boss. He has no prejudice against orcs."

"OK then……"

   (end of this chapter)