Stratholme God

   Chapter 480 Abandoning the city and fleeing

  The Heart of the High Elf has always been a complicated thing.

  As a race with a long lifespan, even if the high-level elites waste 90% of their time, they still have a lot of time to cultivate themselves into an all-rounder.

   The elf version of chess, calligraphy and painting, plus magic or combat skills, really can't do it if you don't have talent.

  The broad knowledge of high-level elites is enough to make them look down on most humans, especially humans in Azeroth who have been in a backward farming state for more than 2,000 years.

   It is not unreasonable to call yourself superior.

  The lifespan is too long and too egoistic, resulting in a really poor marriage rate and fertility rate in the elite.

  Love, this kind of thing is a bit ethereal for them.

   Those who are stronger than themselves will be looked down upon by others.

  Those who are weaker than yourself can't look down on them.

   It's not enough to be high or low. This is one of the reasons why the three Windrunner sisters are all "old girls" over a thousand years old.

If it is said that Sylvanas has tried to dedicate himself before, it is more forced to open business due to the situation, especially seeing the situation of her third sister and McDonald's who are not more than friends and lovers. There has been a subtle change in mentality...

   Of course, Sylvanas is not going to lose his mind and do things at such a time when the enemy is present.

   However, her fiery eyes made Veresa shudder.

  McDonald's... I really don't know there are so many dramas around me, I think Queen Xi is just complimenting herself, and she's proud.

well!

   Let Mengde change his way a little bit to pass through the new main city of orcs on the way to his troubles, even a carbon-based creature can do such a job!

   Humble! humble!

   McDonald told himself this, shaking the metal wine glass to let the aroma of the red wine come out.

   Now that the Alliance is farming wildly, and there is not much food available for winemaking, this red wine is even more precious.

  Although the taste is worse than the cheap dry red McDonald's drank before the crossing, McDonald's likes the slightly sour feeling. After all, the redemption of red wine in this world is not as sick as the earth.

  Unexpectedly, Queen Xi took Calpurnia's wine bottle and poured wine for McDonald's.

   She half-squinted her eyes: "Then... how will Thrall choose? Will he stand firm?"

   "I hope he will hold on, and someone will be in the city."

   Macdonald Kemba could not use Archimonde's hand to get rid of the Horde, or at least severely damage the Orcs.

  Unfortunately, it probably won't happen.

   Thrall is a very smart leader. When he saw that the opportunity was wrong, he could take his tribe to the west and run away.

   If he is really brainless, he can incite a few orcs to bring down the alliance while the Scourge is raging. Of course, the consequence of that is to hasten the demise of the orcs in this world.

  Thrall is a good judge of the situation!

   This is a plus!

   However, when he merges with the remaining orcs of Draenor, his advantages will become disadvantages.

  Because he knew Brain Can Roar was in Orgrimmar at this time, McDonald's deliberately did this to magnify the conflict between the two masters!

   "Hello Orgrimmar! Goodbye Orgrimmar!" McDonald's raised his glass towards the west.

   At this moment, looking at the terrifying picture of Mengde destroying the city, and then looking at the incomparably exaggerated sea of ​​fire that was gradually approaching in the distance, Thrall really had a strong shake.

   And the words of the honest man Uther became the last straw that broke Thrall's resistance.

"The commander-in-chief of the Alliance said that in normal times, he would like all of your tribes to be wiped out and not a single one of them die. But the Burning Legion is the enemy of all creatures in Azeroth, even if the orcs are foreign robbers, at this time you Already a part of Azeroth. The Alliance can't afford to attack the Horde at this time, so if you want to withdraw, the tank troops by the Furious River will withdraw."

   "Remove?" Varok Saurfang frowned.

"Yes! We estimate that Archimonde's goal is the holy mountain of the night elves - Mount Hyjal! Therefore, the Alliance will most likely assist the night elves in resisting the Burning Legion, as long as the Horde does not attack our supply line in the Barrens during this period, The Alliance would not be the first to attack the Horde."

   A person who is fair and strict, speaks with integrity.

   This makes Lao Wu’s words undoubtedly more credible!

The    alliance is so magnanimous, but it makes Thrall doubt life - am I suffering from persecution paranoia?

   looked at his father, and finally looked down at the desolate land of Durotar. For some reason, Thrall always had the illusion that this new land that had just belonged to the orcs would never be brought back.

   "Okay! Although the Alliance was once the enemy of the Orcs and even the entire Horde, this time, the Horde chose to believe in the Alliance. I hope you can keep your promise!"

   "I swear in the name of the Holy Light that everything I say is true!"

   At the end, Durotan suddenly interjected: "Uther, I know you are a great warrior. If the Burning Legion were not present, would you attack us?"

"Yes!" Lao Wu's eyes slammed, full of chills: "In my eyes, you orcs are the evil party of the other world who should be purified by the Holy Light! One day, I will kill all of you...but not now!"

   jealous of evil as hatred, clear grievances, and understand the current situation.

   It was the upright Uther who made the tribe completely let down their guard.

   Originally, the orcs started to assemble under Thrall's order, but now, the military parade has become an escape meeting, and even the mobilization is saved.

Orcs and trolls have a strong nomadic racial atmosphere, and there are not many belongings in the family. Put on the most valuable armor, weapons and other equipment, and the rest is some [hard currency] that can be used as coins, such as animal teeth, and some Animal skins, and the rest can be discarded.

  Fortunately, Archimonde didn't run very fast, and Thrall caught him in the time difference of two or three hours. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians went south in a mighty way.

Of course, Thrall would not believe everything the Alliance said. He personally brought a group of bipedal dragon cavalry and looked at Orgrimmar from a distance. A heroic city built with painstaking efforts.

   In Thrall's vision, this main city can resist the siege of the Alliance army for a year.

   If you really want to give up like this, who would be willing?

   However, the devil is still here!

   As announced by the league.

   One of the Orc Wyvern Dragoons at the forefront was attacked by a huge Doomguard.

   "Ah!" The young orc only had time to let out a scream, and a sea of ​​fire had completely drowned him.

   In the monocular, Thrall watched his subordinates in front of him, being burned away by the high temperature of the fel flame, revealing the burning muscles, bones and internal organs, and then the blood evaporated and turned into fly ash.

  Thrall was startled for a while, and even forgot to escape.

   Only Varok whistled dutifully and let Thrall's mount fly with him.

  The demons are very strange. They seem to have no intention of chasing the fleeing orcs. They began to dive towards Orgrimmar, releasing fireballs one by one, setting the brick and wood buildings on the streets of Orgrimmar on fire.

   (end of this chapter)