Stratholme God

   Chapter 630 I even cut Mr. Sa

   This is authority!

   This is overbearing!

   It's been a long time since you came back, and as soon as you came back, you put pressure on it, or against the orc-centered tribe that once caused terrible damage to the alliance, what kind of courage is this?

Among the    important officials, the highest-ranking old Mograine bowed slightly.

   "My lord, for what reason?"

   McDonald's eyes were like electricity, and his momentum was astonishing: "Kidnapping a member of the Alliance - Varian Wrynn, King of Stormwind Kingdom! Is this enough?"

   "Ah!" The important officials gasped in unison, trembling all over.

   Not out of fear, but out of excitement!

   One of the nobles above the earl counts as one. Who doesn't have a **** feud with the orcs?

  From Alterac to Lordaeron, and then to Quel'Thalas, which one didn't bring disaster to the orcs?

  Because the Horde and the Alliance joined hands to fight the enemy on Mount Hyjal, killed Archimonde and signed a non-aggression pact last time, the two camps have been at peace in the past few years.

  Actually, everyone is unhappy with the tribe.

   If it wasn't for the honest man Bolvar, maybe the young warriors in the alliance would have thought of a way to start a war long ago.

  The reason why the important ministers did not move is mainly because they lack a core.

  Small-scale battles are true for everyone, but in full-scale wars, they are not that sure. There is no way, Bolvar is a successful person, and it is too embarrassing for him to control the overall situation and allocate the resources of the whole alliance.

   Besides, everyone knows that no one from the Stratholme family can mobilize the military power of the Stratholme Federation.

  McDonald's came back, naturally everything was different.

  Old Mograine had a relatively stable temperament. He bowed and asked, "My lord, I have a question. Isn't His Majesty Wrynn...recuperating in Stormwind Fortress?"

   McDonald's Shi Shiran: "Do you think I just kicked that female black dragon into the city gate?"

"Uh……"

  Introduction, we are not sure if you have any special hobbies?

McDonald slapped the armrest of the Duke's throne with a "bang", which startled everyone: "The black dragon prince Nefarian used evil magic to split Varian's body and soul into two. The rest. Varian, his other half, is now a gladiator in the arena of Dire Maul in Feralas!"

   After that, McDonald threw out a magic orb, and the video played inside was exactly Varian who was fighting **** battle with an ogre in the arena.

   Seeing this picture, all the important officials immediately raised their blood pressure and screamed.

   "Despicable Horde!"

   "I knew I couldn't keep these scourges!"

   "Kill all the tribes and rescue His Majesty Wrynn!"

   is anger?

   Excited?

   or both!

   In this military council hall, which only had a dozen high-ranking officials and the duke's guards, there was a feverish atmosphere.

  If the war starts with the loss of an unwarranted soldier, the alliance will be too incompetent.

What    lost was the king of Stormwind Kingdom, the second most powerful country in the alliance. This amount was definitely heavy enough.

   The Alliance used cannonballs to wash Orgrimmar occupied by demons before, and now they definitely don't mind doing it again.

   McDonald's raised his hand and made a virtual pressure action, and it immediately became silent below.

"The southern continent is likely to undergo drastic changes. We at least have to deal with Nefarian, the prince of the black dragon. It is not practical to fight on two fronts. Therefore, I need a messenger of sufficient weight to go to the tribe and give me a slap in the face of Thrall. , warn him!"

   "My son Darian can go!" Lao Mo suggested.

This……

  McDonald froze for a moment.

  The great lord of the later generations, Darian Mograine, is also a famous figure in history. Unfortunately, not as a human being, but as the leader of the death knight.

  In the original history, he should have died at the hands of the Scourge and became a death knight. After hitting Icecrown Fortress, he got rid of the control of the Lich King, jumped loyal ministers, and joined the alliance.

   But now, he is alive and kicking. And he is the future great noble who is destined to inherit the title of Lao Mo.

   "Darian he..."

   "He's not too young! He should take the corresponding responsibility!" Lao Mo is very stubborn, always demanding his son to smash with the strictest knightly commandments.

  McDonald thought about it for a while, and now that Thrall is the boss, World Saco won't be so brainless enough to kill the Alliance messenger, and finally nodded: "Yes."

   "What about the bottom line of negotiation?"

   "In addition to returning Varian, they also need to get their men out of Stonetalon Mountain. Give them half a month. If you see an orc in Stonetalon Mountains, declare war!"

  It is impossible for the Horde to abandon the Barrens.

   gave up, and the Alliance could build a fortress to the east of Thunder Bluff. Considering the rough road between Thunder Bluff and Desolace, this was equivalent to letting Thrall abandon the tauren.

  Forcing the tribe to abandon Stonetalon Mountain just chopped off the tribe's claws that stretched too far.

  For the tribe, it is not unacceptable to endure for a while.

   The issue on the tribe's side is over, and Rivendell is a little disappointed. If he starts a full-scale war with the tribe, it will be his highlight.

   At this time, Lao Mo asked more safely: "What if the tribe refuses to give up the Stonetalon Mountains for various reasons?"

   McDonald slowly pulled out the other saber around his waist, and the sound of a crackling electric current resounded through the hall.

  This sword is quite unfamiliar to important officials.

   "This is..." Everyone's pupils shrank suddenly.

   The ones listed are all people who know the goods, no, even the blind can feel the terrifying Razer lingering on it.

"This is an artifact made of the antlers of Malorne, the demigod of the white stag, the father of Cenarius, the demigod of the forest worshiped by the night elves! It has the blessings of Malorne and Cenarius. I use it in the ancient world. In battle, he struck Sargeras, Lord of the Burning Legion, with an axe."

   Kaizi knew where the water from the eternal well of McDonald's came from.

   "Axe?" Everyone noticed this word sensitively.

   McDonald froze for a moment, and said reluctantly, "This is a two-in-one artifact. I gave the axe blade to Sargeras."

  The crowd burst into admiration and praise on the spot.

  The truth of the matter is...

   Who would have thought that Malorne's antlers would be so unbeatable, so he slashed Mr. Sa's axe, and the place where the axe blade was originally broken ah ah ah ah!

   There was only such a pointed stick left. Fortunately, Cenarius repaired it and helped to grind the gap into a blade-like thing, so that it could continue to be used.

  【Malorne's Rage】The quality of this thing is still an artifact.

   The problem is that Malorne's antlers are a bit fragile to more powerful beings. Therefore, the antler magic sword with only 50cm long has only poor durability (64/64), but the properties of natural recovery and durability have not changed.

   Then the physical damage was reduced a bit, and the natural damage was reduced to only 100 points of lightning damage.

   The rest is the same as the original.

how to say?

   Anyway, from a one-time use artifact to a permanent use.

  It's definitely not good to be the main sword, but it's not bad to be a deputy, playing special effects and damage.

   Anyway, after fighting Sargeras, getting back an artifact, and a bunch of demented Rubik’s Cubes, the harvest was just fine.

   "If Thrall does not retreat, tell him that I have even cut Sargeras."

   (end of this chapter)