Stratholme God

   Chapter 447 Thrall (2 more)

   Contempt!

   The contempt of Chi Guoguo!

   The words of this alliance colonel easily angered the surrounding Frostwolf warriors, and at least ten orcs raised their swords high.

  【Bit*Dak】Not afraid, he pouted his mouth wantonly, and stretched his neck: "Come! Come! Come! Aim here."

   "You...Aren't you afraid of death?" Varok was furious.

   "The trident is not a coward who is afraid of death, not to mention that it is worth it if the tribal chief is buried with him!" That sense of arrogance beyond life and death really stunned the Frostwolf warriors.

   Immediately, they became even more angry, and pushed them up.

  Saar's face, in just a few breaths, experienced a cloudy sky.

   Too arrogant!

   is too arrogant!

  The hateful thing is that the alliance has this capital!

   That man named McDonald Stratholme used artillery to destroy the army of two million orcs, making the dream of the orcs conquer the world of Azeroth to smithereens!

   Just, it must be tough!

  From the beginning to the end, the other party gave them no choice.

   It's really to blame, the monsters are not strong enough!

  Thrall has a feeling that Orgrimmar is not safe.

   The threat of human artillery was considered at the beginning of the selection of the new main city of the orcs, and it is 20 kilometers away from the sea. According to veterans of the Battle of Quel'Thalas, human artillery can reach five kilometers. This is already four times the distance.

   Not to mention Derek Proudmoore's Ghost Fleet as a coastal defense.

   But he just has an intuition that human artillery can go beyond this range.

   He guessed right, even if the Warspite's artillery wasn't really up to World War II level, it wasn't far off. 30 km range is there. If it is used to fight boats, it is probably not enough. In World War II, in naval battles, there were hit records for about 20 kilometers.

   Orgrimmar City won't move!

Thrall looked around again, he really couldn't live up to the people around him who accompany him through life and death-the people who brought Frostwolf to save Warsong, in the end, all paid for it. He felt that even if he survived the siege, he would not be able to face his father's grief. eyes.

  When all the hopes and responsibilities of the orcs are placed on the shoulders of this young orc, it often becomes unbearable.

   Having sneaked into the human world, Thrall knew how wise the young human commander McDonald was, and he played a beautiful counterattack in the Jedi. He also wanted to learn, but unfortunately he didn't dare to infiltrate the human military after all. By observing from a distance, what he learned was only fur.

   At this moment, facing the absolute military coercion of the Alliance, Thrall finally made a decision.

"Retreat! The Alliance is right. Compared with the hatred between the Horde and the Alliance, these demons that may destroy the entire world are our real enemies. Don't forget how the demons tricked the orcs into drinking those damned. The blood of the devil!"

   Thrall's prestige, and his infectious words, immediately diverted the attention of the orcs.

  The devil and the alliance are enemies on both sides, at least the alliance is upright.

   Thrall turned his head to the Alliance Colonel and said, "My warhammer can't be handed over casually. Come to a general who is worthy of this warhammer, and we will hand over one-on-one."

"it is good."

   Not long after, in front of the two armies, Rivendell and Thrall stood three meters apart and looked at each other.

"I'm……"

   Before Rivendell could finish speaking, Thrall said, "I know the common language of mankind."

   Rivendell sternly said: "Very good, I am the Alliance Lieutenant General, Earl Colin Orix Rivendell, and I will receive your [Doom Hammer]."

   "I hope you will keep your promise." What else can Thrall say?

  People are knives, I am fish!

   "The promise of the alliance is far more important than life!"

  Rivendell took out a magic box, which was filled with frost element magic gems. After opening it, Thrall put the [Doom Hammer] in despite the twitching of his facial muscles.

   Thrall still joked: "What if the tribe abides by the promise?"

   "The Alliance will at least send your hammer back to you before the official battle."

   The relationship between the two camps is nothing more than that.

  The ghost knows if the bombs dropped from the hammer will arrive at the orcs at that time.

   After a short handover, Thrall watched Rivendell retreat a little dazedly, and then made a gesture. Suddenly, the alliance's tank troops began to rumble back, making way for a 500-meter-wide passage.

   Thrall and the others almost relented, driving the wolf to pass through.

   "Will the Alliance..." Varok was a little worried.

   Thrall shook his head: "There is no need for the alliance to do such dirty things, at least not now. They will abide by the rules they have set. That is the foundation of their alliance."

   The next thing is not pleasant.

The    Alliance split up, and more than a hundred tanks, along with a group of trucks carrying soldiers, followed Thrall's troops, sending them all the way to the crossroads.

   Even though Thrall rendezvoused with the orcs at the crossroads, he still didn't feel the slightest bit relieved.

   The mere 500 troops here really can't give him any sense of security.

   The most humiliating thing is that he and the orcs regarded the barrens as the territory of the tribe, planted flags everywhere, and came to a wolf enclosure. Now the emergence of the Alliance Tank Force has undoubtedly broken their illusions.

The    Alliance's tank force may not be perfect. Thrall saw at least three tanks break down along the way and suddenly couldn't run.

It does not matter!

The Alliance just sent a tank over, and they could drag another tank along, but without slowing down, they escorted the orcs to the Furious River that separates the Barrens and Durotar, and then stopped to camp, far away. Monitors the estuary for crossing the river.

   Returning to Thrall in Orgrimmar, he was not at all happy because of the arrival of the [Iron Horde] compatriots. Although the orc shaman named [Sadana*Bloodfury] looked very strong, Thrall did not dare to return too much hope.

  It’s a good thing to have reinforcements. Having learned about the history and knowing that these so-called reinforcements are hanged and beaten by the Alliance every time, it’s not fun.

   Thrall gave her enough respect, but as soon as the meeting was over, Varok, Vol'jin and other cronies were brought in to discuss one matter.

   "I'm worried that Orgrimmar won't be able to hold. If our new city will be overrun by humans at any time, then we must consider moving the capital and place the capital inland, at least away from the coastline."

   "This..." The chiefs were worried.

   Just when Thrall was considering launching Plan B, the night elves' pursuit of the Scourge was in trouble.

   As it turns out, when the undead began to play tunnel warfare, the level of slaughter was far beyond Tyrande's imagination-the entire western area of ​​Azshara was full of criss-crossing underground caves.

   Propulsion on the ground is meaningless, often less than five kilometers, and all kinds of backyard fires will start.

  The elite squad of the Scourge Corps will avoid the human shield troops such as the mountain giants and the ancient war trees.

   Tyrande was almost mad.

   (end of this chapter)