Stratholme God

   Chapter 446 Yield, or enjoy the justice of the alliance (1 more)

   The orcs have a cliff on their back and allied troops on three sides.

   Looking at the alliance troops slowly surrounding in the distance, the eyes of every soldier are shining, it is obviously broad day, but the orcs have a feeling of being surrounded by a bunch of ghosts in the middle of the night.

  Perhaps, this is a good thing.

   The Warsong clan banner that once ravaged Ashenvale and Tirisfal Glades, offended the night elves and Lordaeron to death.

  The battle flag of the great chief brought back the painful memories of the high elf ranger.

The situation is gradually developing out of control. Although every elves and human beings present understand that when there is a living enemy of the Scourge Legion, it is not good for the overall situation to start a war with the tribe, but... every Allied soldier wants to fight the tribe. One shot!

   The noisy crunch of the tank's tracks stimulated the eardrums of every orc.

   The heavy-armed Spitfire who filled the gaps between the tanks with skirmish lines, the fire-breathing pipes in their hands flashed fiercely in the sunlight.

   Plus the Hippogryphs hovering in the sky.

  Everything, to the orcs, becomes no way to the sky and no way to enter the earth.

   The temptation to kill the orc chieftain is too great!

   Not to mention the Azeroth natives at the scene, even the sand sculpture players who knew about this scene were frantically fighting the fire.

   All kinds of words were sent to MacDonald, who was still on the northern coast of Tirisfal Woods, directing the preparations for the cross-sea battle.

  [lg's little fanboy]: "Boss, let's be Thrall! It's over."

  [c148]: "When the tribe was first established, if Thrall was killed, the tribe would be abolished."

  [Between cow A and cow C]: "Yeah! Maybe it will be disbanded on the spot!"

yes!

  The first three bosses of the orcs-Blackhand, Orgrim and Ner'zhul each have their own faults, some are reckless, some are over-comprehensive, some are timid, but what they have in common is that the orcs are respected, and I am the best in the world.

  If the orcs have the ability to hang the whole universe, then of course there is no problem. But the orcs are not.

  In the case where the power of other races must be integrated to win, the practices of these three chiefs are all in a fancy way of defeating the orcs.

   Thrall is different. His experience of living in the human world has given him a broad vision that surpasses that of most orcs. With him, the tribe is a true whole.

   McDonald's really wants to kill Thrall here!

  The Scourge is going to get out after all, and it will be hard to come across such a good opportunity after dealing with Archimonde.

   At this time, Rivendell's magic message also came, and he quickly said the status.

  McDonald's nails were deeply embedded in the palm of his hand, and his body swayed slightly, but anyone with a little eyesight could easily see McDonald's shaking.

  Liadrin, Kalia...and Veresa, who slipped back, looked at McDonald's with burning eyes.

kill! There are of course many benefits.

  What about the price?

   In a trance, McDonald sensed that the bronze dragon king Nozdormu seemed to glance at him across time and space.

   This is not a warning, but a mere observation!

   In the next second, a misty image appeared in his mind through McDonald's mental protection.

   That's... the guy from the [Iron Tribe]?

  Good guy, another batch of guys from the future crossed over.

   This picture is Orgrimmar!

   It was obvious that Nozdormu had been sidetracked.

   Of course, McDonald will not forget that the more he deviates the timeline from the original history, the more support [Steel Tribe] can send.

   And the tribe today is not empty, Durotan is not completely old, Vol'jin has entered the pit, and Lao Niu is in his prime. These are all leaders of great strength.

  The historical Warchief Vol'jin did a pretty good job.

   Killing Thrall will instead make Thrall ascend to the altar and become the spiritual banner of the Horde against the Alliance - after all, Thrall died to save his brother clan.

   This in turn will encourage the above guys to be united, and the newly created tribes will be twisted together.

  Thinking of this, McDonald's actually made a decision.

   Having said that, the Alliance members will not know about these key points!

   Must find a reason.

  McDonald looked around, ignoring the eyes of those who wanted to kill Thrall, so he could not die, he caught a glimpse of a slim figure who was having a snack and afternoon tea.

   McDonald's didn't say a word, just rushed over and flew.

   "Ah!"

   Such a big lady flew out like this, and slammed her head into the cream cake in an orz position, smearing her face.

   "What!?" Onyxia, who got up, took a deep breath angrily, with a tendency to run wild.

   "It's all you! If you don't have to deal with Neltharion! I'll kill Thrall, the tribal chieftain now!" Mak Yingdi roared loudly.

Oh oh oh! Is to deal with my father! That's fine.

   The terrifying dragon breath that was brewing in her chest was immediately dismissed by Princess Black Dragon as a fart. She lowered her eyebrows and took out a small handkerchief to wipe her face.

   In fact, McDonald's is right. To deal with Brother Wing in the future, five powers must be injected into [Devil's Soul], and the power of the earth attribute is missing.

  There are not many bosses in the alliance and tribe who are of the earth attribute.

   It is unrealistic to expect Onyxia to be a father and a child. This mother dragon is afraid of her father's death, so she would rather be a working dragon under McDonald's.

  It turned out to be the top of Thrall in history.

With a good reason, McDonald didn't differentiate, and directly ordered Rivendell: "Thrall can't kill! At least not at this time, not only because of the Scourge, but also about Deathwing. Let him stay. Take things as collateral, and let him get out. Remember! The kind that wants to be [punished]!"

"clear!"

  Murder is not difficult.

   Don't kill people, this is a bit difficult.

   Rivendell, who received the order, was stupid on the spot. This kind of high-IQ technical work is not suitable for him!

  Fortunately, there is a Queen Xi who will become a very popular character if she is blackened.

   After thinking for a while, Queen Xi arranged for a colonel with a trident to ride over.

Opposite to   , Varok was a little uneasy: "Great Chief, what does the Alliance want to do?"

"do not know."

   Very strangely, this alliance colonel came over, spoke fluent orcish language, and shouted: "The alliance has no intention of going to war with the Horde for the time being due to the undead natural disasters and the rampant demons!"

This……

   Thrall and Varok remained vigilant, but it was clear that the other tired orcs felt a sense of wariness in their chests.

   Thrall immediately felt bad—is this the compatriots he knew who fought bravely no matter what enemies they encountered?

   Courier of the Alliance, he couldn't refuse.

   "Let him come over!"

  The wolf cavalry separated like a tide, letting the messenger approach.

   "I am Colonel of the Alliance [Bit * Duck], and I have brought the command of the Duke of Stratholme, the commander of the Alliance - to convey the goodwill of the Alliance to the tribal chieftain."

   "Goodwill?" Varok curled his lips contemptuously, no orcs believed that the Alliance would have any kindness to the orcs, and the hatred between the two sides was too deep.

   The alliance colonel raised his head proudly: "For the sake of killing the abyss lord Manorok."

  Thrall were silent.

   On the point of fighting demons, the Alliance and Horde have the same opinion.

   After a long time, Thrall said, "Tell me about the conditions of the alliance."

"Until the Scourge is annihilated or leaves the mainland of Kalimdor, the Alliance will not initiate a war against the Horde. Of course, the Alliance does not believe in the Horde's promise, so we need you, Chief Chief, to hand over the [Doom Hammer] as a Pawn."

  Varok furious: "Let it go! This is the legacy of the former warchief!"

   "That's right! But our alliance grabbed it on the battlefield, and His Excellency Thrall, the new chieftain, stole it back from the chaos."

  【Bit*Dak】his face is full of teasing: If you have the ability, you can single-handedly go in during the heyday of the alliance, or lead your troops to **** it back!

   Thrall resisted his anger: "What if I refuse?"

"Then the Alliance will kill you all, take the [Doomhammer] from your corpse, and then ignore the threat of the Scourge Legion, attack Orgrimmar first, and use 380mm cannonballs to declare the Alliance's righteous revenge to the Horde! "

   (end of this chapter)