Stratholme God

   Chapter 920 Nagrand Civil War

   A pair of bright big eyes, there is nothing fierce and expressive, there is no cold and vicious cunning, and some are just humble to the extreme to please.

  Even though most of his face was shrouded in darkness, how could MacDonald fail to recognize this female dragon?

   Surprised!

   As a mere mount, how dare you touch the Mak's family-style automatic rifle?

   What kind of trouble is this?

   McDonald's doesn't understand why it's like this, he only needs one [Onyxia's Reins].

  What's wrong with mount control? Who did I provoke by collecting all mounts?

  While McDonald's is cranky, the vertical grip has a mind of its own.

  Modern soldiers are trained to assemble guns blindfolded.

   A bit clumsy, Onyxia didn't wait for McDonald's to give the commander, sneaked away, grabbed the vertical grip accurately, and started to maintain the gun parts with her eyes closed.

   Maybe because she was too nervous and scared, Princess Heilong’s movements trembled slightly, so that several times the vertical grip was too violent and loosened.

   However, before McDonald's Thunder was furious, Onyxia took it as her acquiescence and continued without a stern scolding.

  This dragon was obviously studied in advance but had no actual combat experience, and his movements were unfamiliar, so he couldn't make a mistake.

  For some reason, when she was getting better, McDonald's thought of the word "agave".

   Don't ask, ask is a lotus flower!

  The last step in the assembly of the gun is the test firing. If the bullets from the drum are not fired, who knows if your gun parts are assembled wrong?

The moment    finished the maintenance of the gun parts, she felt the ferocious firepower, and the dignified Black Dragon Princess was terrified. She sat back and broke the baffle under the desk. She then crawled away with her hands and feet on the ground, and ran out of the study in a flash.

   MacDonald just wanted to scold his mother and punish her for a major crime of murdering the Mai family's descendants, at least yell at her and tell her to come back and know what the rules are.

   After thinking about it, let it go.

   I, the sage of Mai Da, do not care about the faults of Xiaolong.

   Valeera appeared pretentiously, holding the latest battle report.

  McDonald is willing to hold his forehead, sitting in this position is tiring. It’s not a matter of daily care, but it’s Lee Wanji.

   Business matters, he opened the report and looked.

  Kaizi's northern expedition went smoothly, he checked Gruul's lair and obtained a batch of epic equipment. This is the relic of the draenei that Gruul once slaughtered. To sort it out, it is also an equipment upgrade for second-tier heroes.

  The progress of the second fool's southern expedition is also good, and the second fool took someone to Auchindoun to beat the elemental boss Moore. To be fair, the Moore who turned the periphery of Auchindoun into a wilderness of bones is not at all on the same level as the Balrog Rag screw. Victory is only a matter of time.

   McDonald's is most concerned about Nagrand.

  It must be admitted that the great heroes who can make a name for themselves in the history of Azeroth have two brushes.

   And Thrall is worthy of the name of the coercion.

When the mountain road was blown up by McDonald's, and the second half of the road was still full of mines, Thrall chose the most dangerous and effective way-he left the army to Vol'jin and Varok to lead, and since then With less than a hundred personal guards, he used all the bipedal dragons of the tribe to fly straight to the mountains and enter the Nagrand area.

   Thrall's legendary name began to be louder on this day. The first thing he did when he returned to the ancestral land of the orcs was to transfer to shaman.

   Thrall in this life changed jobs much later than in history. After all, he was not a serious waiter until Orgrim's [Doom Hammer] inheritance.

   Don't forget, his bond with the Frostwolf clan is much better than in history.

   Drek'Thar, this old orc is not only the Big Dipper of Mount Tai in the shaman world, but also the leader of the Frostwolf clan in history, a close friend of Durotan, and the mentor of Warchief Thrall.

  In "World of Warcraft", the most familiar battlefield Alterac is guarded by Redek against the invading Stormpike troops.

  After Thrall had the idea of ​​​​transferring to a shaman, he found the old shaman Drek'Thar and practiced the way of shamanism.

   Thrall has accomplished something for a while now, what he lacks is just an opportunity.

  No one expected that just after returning to Nagrand, the shaman recovered in one breath, or appeased several elemental spirits raging in the local area. In the eyes of the old-fashioned orcs who believe in shamanism, this is simply divine.

   His performance won the hearts of a large number of orc shamans.

   Coincidentally, the Thor clan helped the tyrants, hunted orcs aggressively, and forced the orcs to enter the "Burning Legion".

   As a result, the shaman raised his arms, and the crowd of millions of orcs responded.

The    side must turn all orcs into evil orcs and bring them under the jurisdiction of the devil.

The    side wants to liberate the trapped orcs and take them away from this void continent that is collapsing every day.

   This irreconcilable contradiction is doomed to a war.

  The combined forces of the two sides exceeded one million troops, and a decisive battle was launched in Nagrand, near the city of Haran in the central part, on the plains southwest of Haran.

   "For the great Queen Calletris! Kill all the weak old orcs—" Fenris, who was named the chieftain of the evil orcs, held up his battle axe: "Charge!"

  The climate of Nagrand is far more drier than other areas in Outland.

   This is also the last safe haven for the orcs.

   It’s just this battle that will determine the final ownership of this harbor.

   The sky was drizzling.

  The battle axe raised in the rain, and the water mist it brought up was like an arc of cool green light.

   Fenris held up the fel-stained beast bone battle axe, standing proudly in the rain. In response to his cry, the fel orcs raised their battle axes or clubs in unison, and let out an earth-shattering roar.

  These weapons that were suddenly raised in the mist were like a sea of ​​knives and bones that suddenly rose in the dark night.

   The phalanx of the evil orcs began to move.

  The destructive desire of the devil's blood drove their pace to become faster and bigger, and finally they almost started to run wildly. From time to time, the evil orcs ran at the forefront, and they were quickly overtaken by the guys on the left and right like a madman.

A row of evil orcs running in the front, wearing typical demon guard armor, connected with each other with fel energy shoulder armor, plus their eyes exuding evil aura, from a distance, it is simply a team. An army of demons directly under the Burning Legion.

   This moving front is constantly changing and advancing in the changing.

Thrall stood on a hill in front of his fellow orcs. He was a little surprised to see the scene in front of him. He felt the malice overflowing from the opposite side. Looking at the group of former compatriots who seemed to be destroying all the good things in the world, he suddenly understood why Back then, the Kingdom of Stormwind was utterly defeated in the first battle of the Dark Portal.

   Unexpectedly, the guy who suffered the frenzy of the evil orcs turned into himself today.

  Thrall had no way out, and the horde army was still trapped in the mountain pass, unable to move. In order to clear mines, prisoners of all races were used, but the progress was still slow.

   He can only rely on himself and these old compatriots.

  Beside Thrall, dozens of elemental giants suddenly rose from the ground.

   These elemental creatures are full of the four elements of earth, water, fire and wind. The shortest earth element giant is also ten meters high.

   jumped on the shoulder of an earth element giant, watching the evil torrent of the enemy, which seemed to be pouring down, the thousand words in Thrall's heart were turned into one sentence:

   "Lok-Tar\'Ogar!"

   (end of this chapter)