Stratholme God

   Chapter 787 Let him come when he comes! (3 more)

   (Silver cute master givemepower plus 48/100)

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   McDonald's didn't think Fenna would talk nonsense about this kind of thing, besides, you can tell at a glance whether the one who ran to Jinjiangang is a brainless roar.

  Then... Who is that tattered persecutor who appears in the corridor of Naxxramas fortress at this moment?

   Even if the Biu station crashed last time, making a few infiltrating funny players go crazy, there are still a few elite operators who can endure loneliness lurking.

  Through the cameras created by elite operators, which do not require magic, are purely technologically advanced, and are about the level of Earth in 1980, McDonald can clearly see that the brainless Roar, who originally belonged to the tribe, is indeed dead.

   This guy was slashed with a kitchen knife by Patchwick, and then asked Thoras to stab him in the chest. There was no longer any rebelliousness on that savage face, but at this moment there was only a kind of numb deference.

  Theoretically, the Hellscream family should be extinct.

   Things are obviously not that simple.

   "Come here! I need your observation skills as rangers." McDonald greeted, and the three Windrunner sisters and Lor'themar gathered around the magic mirror.

   The mirror image on the left is the image of Naxxramas projected by McDonald's own mind through system transcoding.

   The mirror on the right is the real-time picture of the Golden Sword Port. After getting permission from McDonald, Fenna asked Rivendell's first army to monitor the remaining soldiers of the tribe, and then opened the urn between the first and second city walls in the west.

  Under the surveillance of the heavily armed Alliance soldiers, the tribal remnants, dominated by orcs and supplemented by trolls, sparsely rushed into the urn city.

   Originally, such an urn with a wall of 15 meters high would give the tribal soldiers a serious sense of depression, and it should be quite uncomfortable.

   But the tribal soldiers rushed into the range of the alliance's cannons, but they felt a sense of happiness for the rest of their lives.

   Crying, laughing, crying and laughing, numb, depressed, all kinds of negative emotions.

   There was only one orc with his back straight, carrying the iconic elephant-trunked axe [Ghee Roar], and walked into the gate of the alliance's fortress with his head held high.

"It's a fake who came to Golden Sword Port!" Alleria said first: "I've seen Garrosh a few times, and recently at Bronzebeard Fortress, he didn't have this scar on his left shoulder. Look, this scar is obviously not recent. !"

   "And here and here!" Veresa pointed to the freeze frame on the screen, and the brain roared at the other two places.

   "It's almost certain that Garrosh from another world is here!" Lor'themar also said firmly.

   Only Sylvanas' eyes were cloudy, and McDonald probably knew what she was thinking. Since she is her own girl, there is nothing to be avoided. McDonald's gently held Queen Xi's hand. This arrogant girl rarely struggled, letting someone play with her slender and powerful fingers.

The    tribal army was attacked, and the impact was considerable.

   in a sense broke the already fragile balance of power between the Alliance and the Horde.

Although the   Alliance suffered the same disaster, the family’s great success was still great, and the core areas of Stratholme, Ironforge and Stormwind Kingdom were not damaged, and the confidence was there.

The    tribe has been pitted twice in a row. Without the addition of the Iron and Steel tribe, I am afraid it will become more and more difficult.

   Not supplementing is a dead end.

   has been added, the problem is to make up for another brain-damaged roar, then it will be a lot of fun.

Since the equipment and personnel of the Iron Tribe were brought here, according to historical development, it is basically possible to acquiesce that this brainless roar is poisonous - this guy has at least experienced tribal civil strife, then was imprisoned, and then secretly sent to the parallel world to save the daddy. , to come up with that brainless roar of the Iron Horde.

   To put it bluntly, this guy definitely has a deep hatred for the tribe dominated by Thrall, and he also hates the alliance extremely.

   The biggest questions are: Does this Iron Tribe continue to develop black technology in future generations? There is a high probability that this is a brainless roar in the branch world. If he succeeds in capturing the throne of the chief of the main plane, will Thrall be killed? What are the consequences for the league? Also, what happened to the alliance in the branch world?

   One question after another, each of which is related to the changes in the historical line of the world, and more to the foundation that Mai has built with the players here.

  McDonald tapped the table lightly with his right index finger, and everyone who knew him knew very well that it meant that he was meditating, and it was best not to disturb him.

  Everyone backed away silently, or stood with their hands down, or simply sat on the windowsill and watched the scenery outside.

   Suddenly, McDonald laughed.

   "This year is the first few years that the three Windrunner sisters have been chasing me? Over the years, the three sisters have confessed N times together and I have rejected them."

  McDonald's suddenly mentioned this, and the three sisters all blushed at the same time. The two palace ministers next to them have already taken a step back silently, wanting to run away.

   McDonald's was still talking to himself: "Once, for Quel'Thalas, they came to see me in disguise, but I turned them down again and again."

  I don’t know why, sounds like Versailles?

  Look, Queen Xi was so moved that her fists became hard.

   "Finally, I didn't say no. Then, Alleria thanked me."

When    said this, all the elves in the hall were embarrassed.

  God has come to a turning point.

   "They don't know, it's me who should say thank you. Thank you for fulfilling my childhood daydream."

  Uh, the long ears felt a lot better.

"But speaking of it, to a certain extent, thanks to the corruption of the Silvermoon Council, there is an alliance of various ethnic groups." The corners of McDonald's mouth curled up: "Don't you think that there are two tribes of great chiefs. , is it very emotional?"

   Lor'themar, Alleria, and Queen Xi, who had the brightest minds, immediately woke up.

  Lor'themar nodded: "Yes, the alliance is strong. If the mysterious Iron Horde keeps giving blood to the tribe here, it will be endless. A divided tribe is obviously more in the interest of the alliance."

  The alliance has a lot of trouble, isn't the tribe also full of contradictions?

  When the external force is strong enough, different interest groups in one camp will naturally choose to form a group.

  If the external force is weak, then interest groups will naturally seek greater interests.

   What's more, a pig-like opponent is a divine assist to one's own side!

   McDonald's laughed: "The technology that the Iron Horde is proud of isn't great either. Let him come if he comes. It would be interesting if Garrosh could eliminate Thrall and create a stronger Horde."

  Is McDonald's playing with fire?

Do not! It's called confidence!

   Goblin's tech cap is there. Brain Can Roar, a guy with only muscles and conspiracies in his mind, can't play with technological iterations or something.

  Since the Brain Cannon of the main plane has died violently, a tribe that leads the Iron Cannon of the Iron Horde into the main plane is more in line with the interests of the alliance.

   "Come on, let's meet the Iron Tribe's warchief!"

   (end of this chapter)