Stratholme God

   Chapter 842 Ultimatum (1 more)

   Far water cannot save near fire.

   No matter which race there are similar allusions.

   Even if Thrall doesn't know much about economics, he knows that the Horde is facing a desperate situation.

   On the one hand, a hundred thousand troops had to continue to surround the natural disaster fortress on Taurazu's side, and on the other hand, hundreds of thousands of refugees were sitting in Feralas.

  The situation is already too bad to be worse.

   If it weren't for the Iron Tribe bringing soldiers and weapons and even bringing their own dry food every month, the tribe would have collapsed due to the poor food supply and transportation of the tribe.

   As the price, Thrall had to accept the request made by the [Iron Tribe].

The original words from the mysterious leader over there are as follows: "We are in a world that is about to collapse, and there is no future here. We have always given unconditional support to our compatriots, and the biggest reason is to hope that the Iron Horde can come to this Azeroth. world."

The only place    comforted Thrall was that in addition to the soldiers, there were also an equal number of refugees - fellow orcs who looked indistinguishable from 'our world (Draenor)'.

   This in turn added to the burden on New Orgrimmar.

  The primitive orcs, give them a hunting ground and they can do everything by themselves, and they will live and die.

   Today's tribes pay more attention to the battle of large corps and are more closely connected with each other. If the warchief needs a force capable of fighting, the warchief must provide more things.

   This is a vicious circle.

  When Thrall said that Vol'jin would take his men to fish in the sea off Feathermoon Fortress, Vol'jin was speechless: "Great Chief, you, that, will the Alliance fleet there..."

   Thrall stared eastward, the human leader with a mysterious smile, in that poetic fortress two hundred kilometers behind the mountain.

"I met McDonald's Stratholme once, he's a very thoughtful young leader. Smart, not pedantic. Sadly, after talking to him, I really knew that the Alliance couldn't let go of its hatred of orcs and trolls. ."

   When Thrall said this, Vol'jin's eyes dimmed. Darkspear trolls are strictly different from the trolls of the Eastern Kingdom Continent. If you really want to count the ancestors, the ancestors of the night elves were also trolls.

  Unfortunately, in the eyes of most humans and high elves, trolls are trolls.

  Saar continued: "To my surprise, McDonald's is quite insistent on things like 'rules'."

   "Rules?"

   "Yes! Especially the rules he made himself."

   Vol'jin spread his hands, signaling to Thrall to continue.

"Since the year before last, the Alliance had to complete the crusade against the Blackwing Nest, Molten Core and Temple of Ahn'Qiraj in one go. Several large-scale wars have exhausted their resources and manpower. At the same time, There is also Naxxramas destroying the food production bases of the alliance countries, which makes the current alliance unable to launch a super war to destroy the tribe."

  Vol'jin interface: "So the Alliance came up with a way to consume the Horde with the Tectonic Zone?"

"Yes! I was not too sure before. Now it seems that the Alliance is really smart." Thrall's mouth has a smile: "The Alliance and the Horde are destined to not tolerate each other, and it will not affect me to try, the so-called How strong is the temporary covenant. I remember, we signed a non-aggression pact until Naxxramas was completely destroyed, right?"

   "That's right!"

   "Then let's test whether McDonald's is a hypocrite or a real villain in human mouths."

  Dark Gate 11th December, it was freezing cold.

  When McDonald went back to Stratholme for the winter and taught Kalia how to dig a well in a simple way in his bedroom in the Duke's Mansion, he suddenly heard the news that thousands of trolls had jumped into the sea to fish.

   He hurriedly ran to contact Shandris * Feathermoon, the guardian of Feathermoon Fortress.

   "Didn't drive out those trolls?"

"We expelled, we said this was our territorial waters, and the trolls said they didn't see the border sign. Then, regardless of our warships and submarines, we continued to fish with all kinds of primitive tools." Shandris in the magic mirror Annoyed.

  McDonald was dumbfounded for a while, and it took a few seconds to react: "It's really you, Thrall!"

  In this day and age, national borders are very vague things.

   Even if the wild boars randomly set up a shelf on the wasteland and put a skeleton on it, it can be said that this is their own territory.

   As for whether other races recognize or not, it is often the big fist that has the final say.

This is why the    tribe initially extended their borders to the side of Ashenvale.

  The boundary is so, not to mention the concept of [territorial sea].

   is not a blow, even if there is, there are many ways.

   I say this sea area is mine, you say [Freedom of Navigation].

  What longitude and latitude determine the economic sea power? It's a joke. The tribes have no concept of longitude and latitude at all.

   McDonald's learned that none of the trolls ran ashore, let alone near Feathermoon Fortress, so theoretically it can't be said that they violated the alliance's territory.

For some reason, McDonald's remembered that a sturdy fisherman from a certain family ran to the island country to fish. The boat was outside the coastal defense line of the family, but it rushed to the cordon of the Maritime Self-Defense Force, and a gorgeous tail flicked. , the 20-kilometer-long fishing net was swept along the ocean, and when the net went down, all the roes and fish were caught.

   "Damn it! Thousands of trolls and orcs are running into the sea, making a mess of the coral reef on the seabed off Feathermoon Fortress. Leader, can't we open fire?" Shandris was full of resentment.

   "This...it really doesn't work."

  After cutting off communication with Shandris, at the Throne Council, McDonald's said the same thing about the leaders of other nations and races.

"Even if it is a temporary non-aggression pact, it is the will of all the members of the alliance. If an organization that is maintained by order first breaks the order established by itself, then there will be no covenant in the world to be credible. The dark marks of division , will be rooted in the hearts of every leader, every soldier, and every civilian."

   "This is not only for our own people to see, but also to tell the countries and races that may join the alliance in the future. The alliance is a transnational and interracial organization that sincerely hopes to be fair and just."

  's remarks were so grand and grand that many bigwigs couldn't argue with them.

   That's right, temporary teammates are also teammates.

  When the alliance is like an ugly country that sells teammates and younger brothers at every turn, you are fine when you are strong, but once you show signs of weakness, all your teammates want you to die together.

  Gene looked up: "Then what do we do?"

   "Give the Horde an ultimatum and let them go!"

  On the second day of the Darkspear trolls' collective fishing, Thrall welcomed Darion, the messenger of the Alliance, not unexpectedly.

"We are deeply disappointed by the fighting strength of the Horde. Please give the Horde army in the Taurazu area enough fighting space to the Alliance immediately. The Alliance will launch a decisive battle against the Naxxramas tectonic zone in two days, and it is expected within three days. End the fight."

   Thrall's heart jumped violently: "Then according to the agreement between the Horde and the Alliance..."

  Darian stood at attention and solemnly declared: "Our interim non-aggression covenant will expire at the moment the last leader of Naxxramas falls."

   (end of this chapter)