Stratholme God

   Chapter 923 Minefield expansion

   "Good day!"

   "Good day!"

   After saying goodbye to the leaders of the alliance, McDonald, who returned to his private study, turned on the live broadcast of the orc civil war from the spy.

   It's cool to see the orcs die violently and their flesh is flying.

   Don't be surprised, isn't this operation like some people say goodbye to their friends, and then turn around and find that the guy is online in a certain game?

  Good night is not really about going to sleep, it’s just about ending the social mode.

   did not say that he would not continue to be happy.

As soon as    sat behind the desk, McDonald froze for a moment, but Onyxia was actually there again.

   Alas, you said that the life of this dragon servant who has practiced for ten years is not good, McDonald can say responsibly that the life of the dragon servant is not good.

   No matter how careful she was, McDonald's always wondered if she had accidentally swallowed the vertical grip.

   But it's kind of like a performer sticking his head in a crocodile's mouth - I bet you don't bite me!

   Thief exciting!

   So there are only zero and countless times when it comes to being a dragon knight.

   Along the smooth black hair of Princess Heilong, he touched the back of her head, which was considered as encouragement.

  Unexpectedly, just touching it like this, Onyxia was so moved that she almost cried.

   It didn't take long for the gun oil to overflow because of too much gun oil when maintaining the vertical grip.

  Despite Onyxia's fuss, she managed to finish it.

   Until then, McDonald's said, "Why do this?"

   "No, I'm just afraid of being abandoned by the master." Onyxia timidly said the truth, and only after her intermittent explanation did McDonald know that this guy was stimulated again.

   The [Dragon Slayer] Gruul in this life is still cruel by nature, but he did not slaughter every black dragon that came in as in history.

   After Kael'thas's hero sub-group broke through Gruul's lair, several adult black dragons were found in captivity.

  As mortal enemies, the living black dragons were cruelly treated - they were collared and imprisoned with large chains, and all their minions and scales were plucked out.

   This situation is even more miserable than a live chicken that has been plucked out of its feathers.

  Gruer abuses them for fun if he has something to do.

   This story once again shows how miserable the treatment was after the black dragon threw himself on the street.

  These black dragons are considered useless, they are obedient enough, and they can be used reluctantly. With a big wave of MacDonald's hand, he gave them to the desired alliance hero as mounts.

  Especially recently, McDonald started to slip [Midnight] and rarely rides [Invincible], which made her feel a sense of crisis.

  Man, always like fresh.

The only thing    McDonald's didn't expect was that Onyxia would be so provoked by this kind of thing that she wanted to go through the back door.

   Well, since it's his own mount, it doesn't matter.

   An excellent mount that knows how to kneel on all fours so that the master can mount it.

  You can see the camels in the desert like this. If the mount does not kneel, it can only climb up with a ladder.

   McDonald's looked at Onyxia's arched back and thought it was funny, and when he saw the word "qualified" that had faded a bit, he wanted to laugh even more.

   Collecting mounts or something is not because mounts are good. No matter what mounts are bumpy these days, how can there be a bike with high-quality springs that is easy to sit on?

   Dragon cave adventure, isn't it exciting?

   is very exciting.

   McDonald threw up.

   After a long ride, Mai someone silently used the Azeroth version of ambergris to write a line on the dragon's leg.

   It was only then that McDonald noticed that the battle in the magic mirror image had come to an end.

   The excellent thieves of MI7 perfectly captured Thrall's victory.

  The Tribal Chief Thrall stood on the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, holding up the [Doom Hammer] to face the dying Thor clan chief Fenris* Wolf Vein.

Fenris' condition was very bad, his guards had been killed, his left shoulder was crushed by Thrall's hammer, his right leg was broken, and his whole body was scorched, and he could only sit on the ground, crooked. Staring at Thrall.

   "Surrender! Fenris... Uncle." Thrall said movingly.

   He was right.

  Fenris* Wolfline is the eldest son of the chieftain of the Frostwolf clan, Galada, and the elder brother of Thrall's father, Durotan.

   Despite being indoctrinated by his father about family and traditions, Fenris firmly believes that his future should be brighter.

  When their homeland was threatened by gronns, and these beasts could only be brought down through coordinated action, Fenris, against his father's objections, joined the nearby Thor clan to hunt gronns.

  Fenris came back victorious, but Galada claimed in front of everyone that his son's rejoicing was vain and dishonorable. Furious, Fenris left the Frostwolf clan that raised him and joined the Thor clan.

  As an outsider with no blood relationship, he gained fame with his superb skills and strong character. He ditched the name Fenris Wolfline for the nickname he had earned through his heroic deeds: Iron Wolf.

   "Iron Wolf will never surrender!" Fenris almost lost all his mobility, and he was still stubbornly stoked by the constant stimulation of demon blood.

  Saar's eyes darkened and he ordered: "Catch him, keep an eye on him for 24 hours, and don't let him die."

   The few guards around him swarmed up and caught the cursing Fenris.

  If he had a choice, Thrall had better behead the evil orc general on the spot, use his head to shock the enemy and boost his own morale. Too bad Thrall can't do it. Fenris is not only his direct relative, the key is that the evil orcs don't eat this way.

When    Thrall led his team to attack the Fenrisbon team, he actually came out of Fenrisbane's direct line, and no evil orcs came up to stop his team.

  It was only then that Thrall realized that Fenris was just one of the fel orc commanders who had been pushed to the front...

   Even if Fenris is killed, the rest of the fel orcs controlled by the demon blood will still carry out the orders from their true leader [Queen Calletris].

   Perhaps later orc historians can write a book about it - Thrall did not lose.

   Thrall was not happy at all.

   With this defeat, the orcs of Nagrand will continue to be in an endless cycle of slaughtering each other for a long time.

   The only thing that can change this situation is... the army of the tribe.

  Only when the main force of the tribe is killed, can the evil orcs who have attacked each clan be cleaned up like a gust of wind sweeping leaves.

  Thinking of this, Thrall can't help but recite the name that has troubled him for a long time: "Queen Kelly Tris..."

   If the deity of Kellitris, who is unknown many light-years away, can sense and sneezes on the spot, then it will be the occasion.

  Unfortunately not.

   The whole of Nagrand, as someone expected, was in a mess.

   In addition to Thrall, who worked hard, there were also some orc chiefs who had brains and were unwilling to be subordinate to others.

  Unfortunately, when Thrall ordered the tribal troops to accelerate, news came from the Nagrand Pass—the minefield expanded again.

   (end of this chapter)