Stratholme God

   Chapter 853 The Alliance has no intention of war (3 more)

  Partisanship is an almost inevitable thing in any large organization.

   In the world of Azeroth where fists speak louder and louder, the weak truly have no rights.

   Especially after Marduk finished speaking, there was news of the destruction of the remnants of Naxxramas.

   "Huh!" The Blood Queen smiled sarcastically, not even looking at Marduk.

  No one knows when the Lich King will complete the soul fusion exit.

   The only thing that is clear is that the Scourge still needs someone to manage it.

  The moment when the undead of human origin is weak, it is obviously a victory for long ears.

  Although the Ice Dragon Legion is strong, the long-term death has generally weakened the Ice Dragon's soul, and its wisdom has dropped sharply.

   Beneath the ice dragon are the blood elves. Whether it is the blood queen or the blood prince council, these elves form a small circle that temporarily holds power.

   They covered the sky with one hand, and even sent away the original spider king Anub'arak, who was quite powerful, and threw him to patrol outside the Icecrown Fortress, under the euphemistic name of expanding the Lich King's influence and defending the Icecrown Fortress.

  The loyal nerubian king obeyed.

   "Alas—" Marduk, who had no loyalty, could only choose to obey silently, quietly waiting for his master's recovery.

   At this point, the continuous turmoil affecting the two continents has basically come to an end.

After the    Alliance army quickly cleared the tectonic area, McDonald ordered a rapid evacuation.

   After fighting for two years in a row, Naxxramas threw plagues everywhere, polluting large fields of the Eastern Kingdom mainland, and even if it was as strong as the Stratholme Federation, it would not dare to start the war again.

   There is still food in the warehouse, but only enough for my own use.

   McDonald's dare not gamble.

   In normal history, it has been more than thirty years since Azeroth hit the Dark Portal.

   This is a shrunken version of the world line.

  No one can guarantee that there will be nothing wrong next year.

  The religion of the ancestors is right, and I don’t panic when I have food in my hand.

   McDonald kept 80% of the tanks and machinery, but only a few soldiers. Crossroads Fortress, New Ratchet City, Forest Fortress, and Golden Sword Port have an average of less than 20,000 professional soldiers per block, which greatly reduces the burden of transoceanic food transportation.

Few people know that, in fact, McDonald's continued to secretly transport surplus grains to Kalimdor to facilitate long-term storage of compressed biscuits, canned rations, and cured meat, while encouraging fishermen to fish near the east coast of Kalimdor. , and silently raised the purchase price of all kinds of fish here.

On the    tribe's side, Thrall knew that the Alliance had really followed the plan and leveled the Naxxramas tectonic area within five days.

   No matter how much he can fight, he doesn't dare to say that he can beat the strange metal underwater weapons of the Alliance 100% in the sea.

   On the third day of Darion's five-day proclamation, Thrall was dragged by his hands, and he was not allowed to go to sea.

   For the last two days, only ordinary orc folks and trolls, who are regarded as cannon fodder, will go into the sea to fish.

   For several days, that fellow Garrosh Hellscream roamed all over Feralas, agitating the Horde.

   He raised his arms and shouted, his teeth grinned, and the way he held up [Ghee Roar] was a real handsome boy to most orcs.

   "Our pain and hunger are caused by the **** alliance!"

   "These despicable guys only dare to attack us with artillery that only cowards can use, and they dare not confront us head-on like a man."

   "As long as you pull the **** Alliance into melee combat, that's the world of Horde warriors!"

   "Only the real strong are qualified to enjoy the most fertile hunting grounds and occupy the most prey."

   "We orcs, trolls, and blood elves are the real masters who should rule this world!"

   "Don't be fooled by the Union's artillery, join the Iron Horde and you will learn to master more powerful weapons! Ignore their artillery. With these, you can kill all the scum of the Union as you please!"

   As he shouted, a brand new "tank" that had never appeared in history appeared in the eyes of the tribesmen.

   At first glance, the feeling of the past is huge!

too big!

   The three-story-high body is entirely wrapped in black steel.

   This scene shocked the player [Nanjing Penguin] who was sneaking into the tribe to inquire about news: "Yo, let's see what this thing is?"

   There is a fryer in the system group.

  【Fellow Daoist, please stay here】: "It's a bit like [Little Willie]."

  [Earth Shadow Knight] frowned: "Mark I?"

   They were talking about the earliest tanks during World War I.

This thing presented in the player's field of vision, the main body is a super steel coffin, very magically, the goblin craftsman behind the steel tribe absorbed the tank design of the world alliance, and made two armored tracks for this coffin, which is The load wheels are a bit nondescript.

   Then there are two super-caliber mortars on both sides of the tank, with a visual diameter of nearly one meter, so I don't know if the smaller version of the Iron Star was fired or something else.

  The only thing that is certain is that this thing follows the unscientific thick and hard style of the Iron Tribe, and you can see at a glance that the armor thickness of this thing is at least 10cm, and even 20cm in some places, which is outrageous.

When    first received the news, McDonald was taken aback, and even stepped up to let his subordinates get the parameters of this thing.

  Who knows, the orcs are sincere and unprepared, and McDonald easily obtained the steel sample of this so-called [Steel No.].

   "Fuck, this Nima... native method of steel making and shaman dancing with the blessing of the earth? The overall strength is about two-thirds of that of pig iron?" McDonald's eyes widened.

  [Situ Yanpo] shrugged helplessly: "That's the truth. If there is no power of the earth element, this thing will even break in the middle if it is driven by itself. By the way, do you trust the quality of goblin products?"

   "This..." Mai Xie couldn't hold back.

The    system group exploded with laughter.

   "I shouldn't be talking about science in this **** place."

   "Hahaha! Are you trying to laugh at me so that you can inherit my flowers on Earth?"

   On the other side, very strangely, Thrall, who was hiding in the natural air-raid shelter on the west coast of Feralas, did not wait for the Alliance's cannonballs to come, but instead waited for Darion.

  Darian did not have the aggressive aura before, and bowed slightly in a serious manner: "The alliance has no intention of war. This time, it is to discuss the new phase of the non-aggression pact and the exchange of Naxxramas spoils."

   Mutual non-aggression is an old topic.

   McDonald didn't want to fight, and Thrall didn't want to fight. Both sides had this need. It was basically a hit and miss, but it was still necessary to pretend.

  The exchange of loot is on the boss of Glass. This undead big dog had a lot of shoulders and belts, commonly known as T3 sets, from his stomach.

   Without the output of this product, for example, if the alliance wants to make a warrior's [Fearless] suit, there will be six shortages of two, which is quite disgusting.

  Darian came over to discuss and see if he could exchange the spare parts of the Blackwing Nest for the T3 sets of these two parts.

   This is a mental game.

   (end of this chapter)