Stratholme God

   Chapter 487 Not much good news

   Thrall is indeed betting, betting that Archimonde will put more pressure on the two opposing teams, so that the other party will not dare to mess around.

Even if he thinks that there is a 99% chance that McDonald, who has never met before, will not be the kind of sturdy man who would take out a 40-meter long knife to slash him at every turn, he will try to erase the remaining 1% chance of conflict as much as possible. .

   The opposite Mai Xun never gave Thrall a good look. He deliberately took the same pose as Commander Ikarigendo, recalling the evil deeds of the orcs in his mind, while looking at Thrall with cold and calm eyes.

  In Thrall's eyes, this is a warning - a sample, be smart, you forced me to take out a 40-meter long knife to sweep through the old tribe, I took out the knife, and taking it back is a technical job. If you fuss, I will not accept the knife.

   Here, it makes sense that Thrall is mixed into the "World Sar".

  Although there is a serious lack of intelligence on the tribe side, he still grasped the general context of the matter from the little news, so he took the initiative to come this time.

   World Sa spoke generously, telling the brutality of the Burning Legion, emphasizing many times that the devil is the common enemy.

   In the end, he is extremely sincere!

"I know that the Horde and the orcs in the past have done a lot of things that hurt the feelings of the night elves and the various races of the Alliance. This is a misunderstanding caused by different racial styles. I also know that everyone can't forget the **** history of the past, but at least At this time, the three of us should put aside our prejudices and work together."

   Thrall sat down slowly, his eyes scanned back and forth between the faces of the two bosses, McDonald and Tyrande, trying to spy on their reactions, and then infer their psychological activities.

Tyrande knew that it was time for her to speak first, and her beautiful eyes flashed: "Lord Commander Stratholme, I also don't want to forgive the Horde's evil deeds, but at least at this time, we night elves believe that the Horde will fight against the Burning Legion. sincerity. What do you think, Your Excellency?"

  McDonald changed his fingers crossed position, and his right index finger slowly touched the solid wood table top.

"Da! Da! Da!" After knocking ten times rhythmically, McDonald said: "The Alliance can't believe that the Horde has changed it. But they agreed to let each other's accounts be settled after the Battle of Mount Hyjal. The Alliance There is only one requirement for this horde war."

   "You said." Thrall was neither humble nor arrogant.

   "The strength of the alliance, you know. On the contrary, take out the good things from your [Iron Tribe], and don't use some dead cannon fodder with a pile of bone weapons to fool us."

"no problem."

   Having said this, the three tribesmen secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

   McDonald continued: "As sincerity, this will be returned to you first."

   Mai Da Lao made a gesture, and Uther, the honest man of Tianzi No. 1 standing five meters away behind him, suddenly took out a handful of things from a large box that made Thrall's saliva drool.

  The black man strode forward, resisted the erosion of the fire element with holy light, handed the [Doom Hammer] with both hands, and said righteously: "The tribe keeps its word, and the alliance keeps its word."

   That awe-inspiring righteousness, not to mention Thrall, even Tyrande, who was watching, could not help but be moved.

   Durotar's situation, it is impossible for the night elves to not know about it. It is the alliance that restricts the Horde. Couldn't Tyrande send dark thieves over to see the situation?

   The whole process seems to be that the alliance is upright and upright, and it does everything it says, while the tribe is despicable and slaughtered indiscriminately.

   As long as Tyrande has a choice, even the cannon fodder does not want the Horde.

Ha ha!

   On the other side, there was a commotion in the system group.

  [Swearing to the Covenant]: "Fuck! I'm so moved. If it wasn't for our brothers doing things in the silt swamp, I would have been moved to cry."

  【Bing Tears Dream Mark】: "Well, Mr. Mai is entirely responsible and does not accept refutation."

   McDonald: "..."

  The leaders of the three parties have negotiated the cooperation framework, and the rest is the details. Naturally, the second, third and fourth leaders below will discuss this.

   This kind of thing is nothing more than trivial matters such as how to send troops, how to calculate supplies, and marching routes.

   As soon as he sent Thrall away, Tyrande went to McDonald's there.

   "Your Excellency said before that when Archimonde enters the range of Mount Hyjal, he will send troops to raid the demon portal in Orgrimmar City, and cut off the opponent and continue to send reinforcements. How sure are you about this?" Tyrande was serious.

   Staring at this delicate face painted with strange oil paint, looking at the helpless and slightly anxious eyes of the other party, McDonald felt a strange feeling, and he was suddenly distracted.

   Throughout the history of Azeroth, Tyrande is not a very wise and magical leader, and it feels like the level of the online level.

   When you encounter a big problem, there is no capable guy around you to rely on.

   The Stormrage brothers in this life, regardless of their abilities, at least pulled their hips on Mount Hyjal, which was about to erupt, one fell asleep, and the other ran according to the 'original plan'.

   This made Tyrande look so helpless.

   Could it be that these two brothers have their own [torture of stopping a girl], ah, it is [Landry's torture (commonly known as the mask of pain)], specifically to release Tyrande?

   McDonald's wasn't interested in imagining what Malfurion would become, but he had a feeling that Tyrande was so pitiful.

   To Tyrande's question, McDonald's gave an affirmative answer.

   "90% chance of success. If the goddess Elune is willing to help a little, that's 100%!"

   So sure?

   Tyrande was slightly taken aback.

  What McDonald's thinking is: nonsense! The ship girl is invincible!

   "Don't you need help from the night elves?"

   "If possible, let Your Excellency Shandris Feathermoon lead the charge."

"it is good!"

   The next two days are the time for the Horde and the Alliance to step up their deployment of troops.

   On the other hand, Archimonde's movements are very strange. He seemed to see through the silt swamp that was just a bait for the Alliance. Instead of killing the silt swamp in the Barrens, he violently pierced through the mountains that blocked Durotar and Azshara. Flat push, entered the Azshara area.

   Later, McDonald knew that it was Longmian Temple who contributed.

   "McDonald's, I'm sorry, you mortals may be required to do more here." Ysera made McDonald's fall asleep halfway.

"how?"

  Ysera said a long story short: "Dragon Rest Temple is busy repairing the loopholes in the space barrier and dealing with the army of demons invading from the space channel. This time, it may not be able to help you deal with Archimonde for the time being."

   Looking at the green-haired dragon girl in front of him, McDonald blinked. He was not surprised at all. Historically, the guardian dragons have disappeared collectively, and even an important big devil like Mengde is rampant, and the bird is not a bird.

   It seems that this is the truth behind history, or the plot of this life has evolved.

   "Then, we detected a large number of ice dragons heading south, and they may have to break the agreement with the Wyrmrest Temple and participate in the attack on Mount Hyjal." Ysera was nervous.

   "We promise not to be the first to release the Black Dragon Princess. Since the other party defaults, then we have no scruples. Well, enough bad news. Is there any good news?"

   "Yes, Nozdormu successfully adjusted the structure of the planet's shield to prevent more demons from being sent to Orgrimmar."

   (end of this chapter)