Stratholme God

   Chapter 843 **** for tat (2 more)

  Thrall's heart was hammered.

  The Scourge is about to hit the streets, at least on two continents.

  Then the Alliance simply tore off the veil of "warm feelings" when cooperating with the tribe, and clearly told the tribe that we were never friends, we were never, and we never will be. When a strong enemy arrives, we can temporarily cooperate. There are no foreign enemies, just wash your neck and wait.

  Thrall overcame the initial surprise and immediately regained his composure.

   For the operation of the alliance, he and the think tank were not surprised at all, the only thing beyond imagination was the combat power of the alliance.

   Clearing the field in two days is equivalent to completing the assembly within two days.

   Three days to end the battle, maybe it won’t take three days.

   Thrall's excellent brains exceeding 99.99% orcs quickly calculated the bottom line of the alliance - three days! Up to three days! The terrifying force of Feathermoon Fortress is about to crush it, crushing all tribe members who dare to launch on the west coast of Feralas.

   At this time, under Thrall, many irritable elder brothers and chieftains were already furious.

   They cursed in orc slang, with Garrosh Hellscream being the most violent.

   "Despicable human beings! If you want to fight, fight, our tribe will kill every Alliance dog!"

   Brain Can Roar's bulging blue veins and open mouth roaring is very scary, just the **** mouth and the sharp fangs that are open to the extreme at close range are enough to make ordinary people frighten their hearts to pieces.

  Darian just stood there, with a little arrogance and a polite smile, letting the drool of the brain roar spray his face, then silently took out a handkerchief and wiped the drool.

  Thrall noticed that Darion never took a step back.

  What a man!

   Too bad he's a human!

Thrall's rage came justly enough: "Enough! Garrosh! If you want to be the glory of the Horde, lay down the Naxxramas Structural Zone! After so many months of pioneering, I haven't seen you. Break through the first layer."

   Brain Restrained Roar was choked to death, his eyes were round and round, almost popping out of his eyes with anger: "It's not because of the plague gas..."

   "I don't listen to your reasons, and the Alliance will not listen!" Thrall shouted and turned his head to Darian: "Hehe! Is this the generosity of the Alliance?"

   "Generous?" Darion suddenly recalled that Duke Bolvar Fordragon had asked McDonald's the same question when he suddenly recalled the Throne Meeting.

   "Will the alliance seem not generous enough to do this?"

   Bolvar is just too honest.

   In response, McDonald responded with a crooked expression of the Dragon King: "Generous? I have always been generous with the orcs who have slaughtered our compatriots... Well, at most, I will buy Thrall's hands and feet."

  Thinking back to the present, Darian almost couldn't hold back, he tried to control his emotions, in a flat and mocking tone:

"Largeness? The Alliance is already very generous. Even if the Alliance Heroes killed Kel'Thuzad, they still left a few natural disaster leaders who could barely stand on the stage for you, and even in order to take care of your poor self-esteem, many Alliance leaders lied Claiming to be injured, I just don't want to take away your poor share of the spoils."

When   Darian said this, Vol'jin felt bad, and even prepared to resort to the same "interruption method" as a BBC, but he was stopped by Thrall's eyes.

Sure enough, Darion's words became more and more bitter: "But how did you repay the generosity of the alliance? After so many months, you can't beat a quarter of Naxxramas? Deus has done it for you. You still can't figure it out... Hehe! Is this the strength of a tribal warrior?"

   What a ruthless mockery!

   The sentences are reasonable.

   Don't blame my alliance for not taking care of the Horde, it's giving you a chance, you're useless!

   This time, even the brain-damaged roar was embarrassed.

   Nothing to say!

The    Alliance is consuming the strength of the Horde. From another perspective, if the Horde kills three bosses such as Patchwick in one go, wouldn't it be all over?

   In the end, it’s still inconsistent.

  After the Sun King killed the big dog Glass, he immediately fished in a fancy way. Romans was so angry that he couldn't work hard. As a result, Brain Can Roar with his own elite couldn't beat him.

  This is embarrassing!

   At this moment, the brain remnant is so angry that his blood vessels are about to burst, and there is still nothing he can do.

   Instead, Thrall stood up: "The Horde will eventually rise!"

   Obviously it is more like empty words, but his firmness gives everyone an indescribable sense of confidence and strength.

   Everyone is very practical. When you are the boss, you must at least bring everyone to eat.

  Since Thrall figured out a way to get food in front of the Alliance, Thrall's performance at this time is undoubtedly much better than that of the brainless roar who can only shout slogans.

  Darian was in awe, and he began to understand why McDonald's valued Thrall so much. He kept his etiquette as a messenger and bowed gently.

   "Very good, the Alliance will wait and see." Before leaving, Darion gave a small map: "This is the bombardment area where the Alliance attacked the ruins of Naxxramas. Please leave the Horde troops to avoid accidental injury."

   accidentally hurt a fart, is to let the tribe get out.

   Centered on the ruins of the tectonic zone, the alliance drew a circle with a diameter of 30 kilometers, just to let the tribe roll as far as possible, and if they dared to come in, even you would be killed.

   "Understood! Send off!" Thrall sent Darian away without being arrogant.

   Then, Thrall made a decision: "I will lead all the tribe members in Feralas to fish together!"

More than an hour later, Thrall, who rode a flying dragon to the west coast of Feralas, was so naked and fat, holding a [Shadow Shrouded Dagger] obtained from the ruins of Ahn'Qiraj, with a group of tribal heroes, very Outrageously killed a three-headed sea snake in the shallow waters.

   You must know that under the heavy guard of the Alliance, there are no large-scale hostile creatures around Feathermoon Fortress.

   There used to be Naga, but in recent years, they were chased away by the U-type submarine ship girl of the Alliance. Under normal circumstances, such giant sea snakes that weigh more than ten tons will not come over.

  It was a coincidence that Thrall came across it, so he used the shaman's [Underwater Breathing] spell to resist the water pressure and fought underwater for almost a day.

   The results of the battle were abundant. The total weight of the fish or water monsters he alone hit exceeded 300 tons.

   This is outrageous!

  Cough, by the way, Thrall awakened to something strange.

Hamuul*Runetotem: "Warchief, shaman magic, you can learn it as soon as you learn it. You are the most talented orc I have ever seen. If the time is right, the warchief may consider changing to a shaman. ?"

   "Uh, this, I will seriously consider it." I don't usually think that once they have to join forces to face powerful monsters, Thrall's deepest feeling is that there are too many hero-level fighters.

   At the same time, the barren land in winter was filled with smoke and dust, and the alliance army divided into three groups, attacking the ruins of the structural area from three directions.

   MacDonald rode Onyxia and attacked again with the League of Legends.

   (end of this chapter)