Stratholme God

   Chapter 856 Toxic cultural output (3 more)

   It is a very cruel and realistic problem to fly separately when a disaster is imminent.

   Orcs and trolls wear a pair of pants, because the alliance is too strong, forcing them to have a pair of pants.

  The Forsaken is similar, the death knight or something has been the biggest desecration of the human-led alliance from the very beginning. The Sun King and his doglegs had nowhere to go, so they went to the tribe to settle down.

   On the Arathi Highlands, after he was backstabbed by Mr. Ke, the entire area was abolished by the plague, but this account would still be counted on the Forsaken.

   These three are mortal enemies that cannot be tolerated by the Alliance.

   As for the blood elves, the number is too small to be ignored, and Rommath is also the second or fifth boy who betrayed Kael'thas.

  Speaking of which, the tauren is naturally closer to the alliance side - there is no death hatred, and the ideas are similar. The point is, all Niu brothers who like nature and peace are not pleasing to the eyes of the undead!

The    tribe's initial kindness to the tauren was only to deal with the centaurs. After all, it was not a genocide crisis. Everyone just had a common enemy. After this time, most of the tauren were on the side that was dragged into the water.

   After thinking about these joints, Kane's heart suddenly brightened.

   Thrall at this time was silent for a long time after knowing the choice of the tauren.

   "Wor'jin, what do you think?"

   "I think I should know enough about Cairne Bloodhoof, he's not the type of man to break his covenant."

   "Where's his son?"

   Vol'jin was silent.

   That’s right, this generation of tauren pays attention to oaths and covenants, and can still be forcibly restrained, what about the next generation? Especially the Mavericks such as Bane who have accepted the values ​​of the league.

   Is it wrong to yearn for a better life?

   That's right!

  Can Nasal let the tauren fall to the Alliance?

the answer is negative!

Thrall's eyes suddenly burst into flames: "There is another way, that is, the tribe is strong enough that the tauren dare not deviate from it. Since humans can build a multi-racial alliance with high tolerance, I believe we will also can do it."

   This goal is a bit far away for the time being, Thrall has confidence, and his confidence has infected Vol'jin.

  Vol'jin nodded earnestly: "Warchief, I believe we can do it."

The    tribe made a very unexpected move for the alliance, and launched a war in the big winter, not with the alliance, but with the Qiraji.

   As Naxxramas invaded Kalimdor, the Alliance tribe chose to withdraw from the Silithus region at the same time, and the problem was born at this time.

  Silithus is too vast, with a site of hundreds of thousands of square kilometers, hundreds of kilometers in vertical and horizontal directions, it is not realistic to eliminate all the qiraji in such a short period of time.

After the withdrawal of the    coalition forces, new queens and insect nests appeared in many places.

  The powerful Qiraji have once again become the food in the eyes of the orcs!

   Borrowing the goblin airship captured by Brain Can Roar before, the tribe started an extremely risky march. Knowing that the probability of the airship crashing was over 10%, a large number of tribe warriors still chose to kill it.

   In the end, the winter in Silithus was nothing to the more desolate and cruel Draenor.

   They hunted from the Alliance's abandoned Cenarion Fortress as a base.

   To kill insects, or to be killed.

   However, in the case of the Iron Tribe being replenished every now and then, this is not unacceptable for the orcs.

  The weak are killed by insects, and the strong are killed by insects.

The law of    the law of the weak and the law of the jungle is vividly reflected here.

   It happens that this is also the favorite way of life for orcs and trolls.

   Fishing in Feralas was just a drop in the bucket before, but they relied on this to survive this cruel winter.

Not only this, the tribe is also very tenacious, even before the beginning of spring, they relocated their troops and people out, re-occupied Desolace, Thousand Needles, and even pointed their troops directly at the Stonetalon Mountains and the Southern Barrens, forming an alliance again. confrontational state.

   A large number of Iron Horde's heavy equipment came out to show off their muscles.

   As for whether it can be carried or not, no one knows, at least the number is here.

   McDonald was speechless for a long time after receiving the news.

   This is the Azeroth he knows, but it is not the Azeroth he is familiar with, which is exactly the same as the development of the game plot.

  [Iron Tribe] The support over there is bottomless. Unless he can reversely invade that parallel world, it is impossible for McDonald to know the details there.

   But Brain Remnant Roar is very alert, and every time he sends people and military supplies, it is one-way.

   I don't know if this is the space barrier of Azeroth or something else.

   Helpless, the alliance is out of food.

  Cross-sea combat is very resource-intensive. Even if McDonald's uses canning and even attempts to use vacuum technology to prolong the shelf life of food, the harsh climate of Kalimdor is here.

  The Barrens, Thousand Needles, Silithus, and Tanaris Desert, the surface temperature constantly soared to forty degrees. Sitting in a tank is like throwing oneself into the oven, not throwing a frost magic crystal to cool down, and people believe that this is a roasted human meat bun.

  The loss of food is very serious.

  It’s fine to put it in the base, there is a freezer or something.

   Once in the field, the shelf life of food is greatly shortened.

The    tribes are the unruly people in the backcountry, and it is not easy to deal with them.

  Being severely beaten by reality, McDonald's had no temper, and had to concentrate on internal affairs before the arrival of the spring of 2012 at the Dark Portal.

  There is no way, there are a lot of broken things in the Eastern Kingdom Continent.

  K is always a model of disgusting you when you die. Because of the excellent air defense in the Stratholme Federation, most of the areas are not bad, only a dozen acres of land were recruited, and the purification was quickly completed.

   Out of this area, accumulated: heavily polluted Arathi Highlands; moderately polluted Hillsbrad Foothills, Wetlands, Badlands; and slightly polluted Alterac Mountains, Loch Modan, and Redridge Mountains.

   In these areas, half of the farmland was destroyed due to natural disasters and plagues.

The most serious is the Arathi Highlands. The plague is deep underground. If you dig the ground for two meters, you can see the clods are constantly emerging with green mist. Ordinary people will be poisoned on the spot when they approach, and they will change if they cannot be rescued in three minutes. become a zombie.

  Arathi Heights has been called the "Plague Land" by the people.

   The next-level moderately polluted area is where more than half of the territory is barren. There are no bugs, no weeds, just sprinkle any seed, and the seeds can be seen drying up at a speed visible to the naked eye as soon as they hit the ground.

  Last year, the farmland lost a lot of income. If the area of ​​farmland does not improve this year, it will be GG.

   These broken things made the big bosses in the alliance sad.

   To this end, McDonald found Tyrande who "just happened" in Stratholme City recently: "I want to make a deal with you."

   "Deal?" Tyrandra glanced at her semi-transparent mooncloth robe and crossed her legs: "What deal? I won't accept it if it's not a py deal."

   McDonald: "..."

   Damn, this cultural output is poisonous, who taught her this?

   (end of this chapter)