Stratholme God

Chapter 1171 Brother Niu's Showdown

The tauren race is not born to do sneaky things.

If you think about it, if you want to be a thief with such a big cow's hoof, you can steal a chicken, go up with one hoof, and the direct target will fly out.

After Kane returned to Thunder Bluff, the consultation with his subordinates was not a conspiracy.

Have you ever heard a 'loud plot' at 120 decibels in a tent on top of Thunder Bluff that is not soundproof?

Probably, this is the secret meeting of the tauren.

It's not that McDonald sent almost all the thieves heroes of the alliance to watch, but Brother Niu's "rebellion" method is not bragging or black, and it is really "the grass will grow three feet high on the grave next year today".

The wonderful thing is that the bosses of both the Alliance and the Horde know it, and even know that the other side knows it, but Kane, the person involved, is ignorant.

This is very funny!
The thief's [stealth] can wrap one's body with special shadow energy. This kind of sneaking method is perfectly integrated with nature, unless people with extremely high perception get close to a very close distance, or play with strong light. Effect of the flare, otherwise it is difficult to find the existence of thieves.

This made it impossible for the tribe's thieves to sneak into the alliance's military base, at least the alliance's large-scale troop mobilization could not be hidden from the tribe.

The alliance is in a confrontational posture, why?
Combined with Brother Niu's funny actions, Salton understood immediately.

The tribe has nothing to give the tauren, and even eats the tauren, uses the tauren, and uses the tauren as cannon fodder.

When the eldest brother reaches this level, there is no one else.

The only hole card in Thrall's hand is called [War].

This card cannot be played casually.

The so-called trump cards are those that will be used only when the boat is overwhelmed.

On the other side, in the city of Stratholme, the two idiots looked at McDonald, who was sitting in the imperial city, swaying all day long: "Brother, are you so confident that Thrall will do what you want?"

McDonnell took a sip of the hot milk tea from Calpurnia: "There are not many cards that the tribe can play. Unless Thrall can have that magical token, it is really 'Order the world, don't dare Not from'."

"What token?"

"Well, it's made of uranium 235. When two tokens are combined into one, it can produce a terrifying force that will destroy the world." McDonald was talking nonsense.

In this ghostly place of Azeroth, there is no uranium mine at all, but there is [Focusing Rainbow].

Of course, the second idiot couldn't accept this stalk, blinked his eyes, and saw that McDonald was willing to explain, so he let it go.

McDonald this time, purely because Thrall had the opportunity to be a backup dragon slaying tool man, so he didn't kill the tribe...

In Thunder Bluff, after three days of "conspiracy", Kane finally reached a consensus - those tauren who are tired of war and don't want to be involved in the possible alliance and tribe war will temporarily immigrate to Northam Virtue, as the seed of the tauren family.Those who are unwilling to leave can stay in Thunder Bluff and accept the protection of the alliance.

"Chief, what about you?" Hamuul* Runetotem worried: "Are you really going to New Orgrimmar to face the warchief?"

Kane puffed up his chest: "As long as there is a beginning, there will be an end. The tauren joined the tribe in a dignified way, and they will leave in a dignified way."

"well said!"

"Support the Chief!"

"We're going with the Chief!"

A group of cow brothers below echoed, and the atmosphere was so enthusiastic that Hamuel had nothing to say.

Honest boy, maybe this is the label of the tauren.

Hamuul silently looked east from the opening of the tent on top of Thunder Bluff, where the Grove Fortress was located.

Hamuul watched Kane go out surrounded by a group of tauren commanders, he whispered: "I hope that one can arrange everything."

Far away in the continent of the Eastern Kingdom, Maverick Bane was playing with the newly acquired Gundam, but McDonald was willing to tease him: "Aren't you worried about your father?"

Bane stopped, blinked his eyes, and snorted: "I don't think Chief Thrall is that kind of person, and I believe that Your Majesty will arrange everything."

"Really..." It was McDonald's turn to laugh.

I really don't know whether to say that Bane is a stupid cow, or that he actually has a smart big head?
When Thrall of New Orgrimmar heard the latest secret report, he was speechless for a long time.

Kneeling in front of him were three thieves, who were already the strongest spies under him.

"The alliance is ready to go to war at any time?"

"Yes!"

In the 'video' of the magic eye opened by a thief, a huge airport is presented:

The airport opened in Dustwallow Marsh has more than ten runways.A huge 'iron bird' was parked at the end of the runway, and thousands of heavily armed soldiers were sitting in a large tent not far from the iron bird, chatting in low voices from time to time.They seem to be waiting for orders.

Around the runway, there are all kinds of anti-aircraft artillery, and there are high-power searchlights scanning back and forth.And a large number of alliance rangers used [flares] to immediately detect around the runway.

Another picture, that is the east side of Boulevard Fortress.

Since I can't get close, I can only look at it from a distance.That's enough.

At least half of the army's mechanized divisions are on standby.

The next picture is Jinjian Port, and there are nearly a hundred terrifying flying warships hovering over the port.They are like clouds that cover the land, ready to bring darkness over the land of Feralas.

Seeing this, Thrall snorted coldly: "Hmph!"

Sulking is one thing, but the feeling of sadness overflowing inside is overwhelming.

Not to mention whether the Horde can fight against the Alliance's terrifying air strikes, the speed of this assembly alone will blow up the Horde many times over.

At this time, Wojin suddenly said: "Great Chief, have you noticed something?"

"what?"

"The leader of the alliance, McDonald, and the deputy leader, Varian, are definitely not weak people. But why have they restrained themselves and not launched a full-scale war against the tribe?"

When Woking said this, Salton was shocked.

He stroked the beard on his chin, thinking: yes!

why?

The tribe has such a deep hatred with the alliance, and the tribe has also taken in a large number of enemies of the alliance. In the past, it can be explained that the alliance has encountered repeated battles and needs to cultivate and recuperate.

But when the gap in strength between the alliance and the tribes is widening, and it is so big that launching a local war has a high probability of destroying the tribes, why doesn't the alliance take action?
Is there anything worthy of the alliance's scruples about the Horde?
Or is the alliance still guarding against a life-and-death enemy?

However, Thrall didn't have much time to think about it. Kane came towards New Orgrimmar on a wyvern with around twenty personal guards.

Sure enough, as soon as Kane arrived, he saw the Great Chief's personal guards surrounding the Wyvern's lair.

"Varok, do you... all know?" Kane didn't shy away and asked directly.

Varok Saurfang's face darkened: "The warchief and the chieftains are already waiting for you."

(End of this chapter)