Stratholme God

Chapter 1177
The battle flag of the Warsong Clan was hurled vigorously by Garrosh, flew over a distance of ten meters, and slammed into the floor of the chieftain's hall.The solid wood floor, which ordinary soldiers can't cut with an axe, was penetrated to a depth of half a meter.

A verbal challenge, and a chance to say hello, if you can take it back, when a chief of a first-class clan throws his clan's battle flag, everything becomes irreversible.

Not everyone in the tribe is qualified to play the holy duel [Mak'Gora].

First of all, you must fight bravely in your own clan and become a recognized warrior before you can pass N times of heads-up and become the recognized chief of the clan.

Then, you must make your own clan a first-line clan before you are eligible to challenge the throne of the Great Chief.

When the battle flag is thrown, it means that the chief bears all the glory of his own clan. Once the challenge fails, at least the great chief will hold his head for ten years. He really can't lift his head outside.

The moment Thrall saw the banner of Warsong, he knew that a duel was inevitable.

What's even more sad is that no matter whether he or Garrosh wins, the Horde will definitely lose.

Just look at those outraged orc chieftains.

How grateful they were to Dade when Thrall brought them out of doomed Nagrand once upon a time.

However, the unsatisfactory life after immigration eliminated their goodwill towards the great chief.

These ignorant fellows from a backward world cannot see the huge gap between the Alliance and the Horde.They only saw that the great chief's retreat caused the tribe to suffer great humiliation.

Pairs of eyes, piercing, just any pair of eyes is full of anger and disdain.

If this is the Thrall who has achieved great success and made great achievements in history, most likely he will choose to heal the wounds of the earth, step down from the position of great chief, and 'give up' to Garrosh just like in history.

It's a pity that what all the chiefs are seeing is Thrall whose ambition has not been fulfilled.As the only tribal leader of all tribes who traveled to the human world (as a spy), Thrall has a clearer understanding of the alliance than all other chiefs.

To be honest, the feeling of 'everyone is drunk but I am alone' is really uncomfortable.

It was completely unacceptable for Thrall to see Garrosh, a pure orc, bring his fellow woodbear orcs back to the old path where the first great chief had died.

Thrall turned back to the face of the communicative person, showing the same indignation, it was a face of indisputable resentment.

"Garrosh, you idiot! You only saw me make concessions to the alliance. You never thought that if you start a war at will, all the main cities of the Horde will be wiped out within a week."

Garrosh pressed [Bloodhowl] with his left hand, and slammed his exaggerated pectoralis major muscles with his right hand. He bared his teeth, showing his huge fangs, and roared loudly: "The times have changed! Thrall! A new generation The orcs of the tribe are braver! The weapons of the tribe are sharper! The great tribe needs a truly brave warchief. Not a coward who will only give in!"

His speech was echoed by almost all the orc chiefs.

"Garrosh is well said!"

"We don't want cowardly warchiefs."

"Defeat him, Garrosh, and lead us to true glory!"

These orc chieftains who have not been severely beaten by the alliance all have wide-eyed eyes and extremely fanatical demeanor.

"A coward? Even your father knows what [advance and retreat] is! It's a pity! Garrosh, you have inherited your father's bravery, but not his wisdom." Thrall didn't budge, took three steps forward, and approached Garrosh Rush, spat passionately with him.

"Shut up! You coward don't deserve to talk about my father!" Garrosh raised his right fist high: "Thal! You're still a man! Just pick up [Maggora] for me! I'll be in the duel Let me let you know what a real man is!"

It's not speculative, Thrall knows very well that most orcs are such dumb heads, and the only thing that can make them sober is absolute violence!

As he said, he stretched his hand back: "Give me the battle flag of our clan."

His personal guard was stunned for a moment, but in the end he didn't dare to stop him, and handed over the Frostwolf Clan's wolf-headed battle flag with both hands.

Thrall violently planted the battle flag in front of the Warsong battle flag, and the two flags formed a large cross.

Makgora - Founded!
All of a sudden, the entire hall of chiefs was uproarious.

The fact that the two chiefs of the tribe wanted to use [Makgora] to determine the ownership of the great chief, immediately spread the word as if they had grown wings, and it spread throughout the city in a few clicks.

It's better to hit the sun than to choose the day. Both of them are strong men, and no one leads the soldiers.

In less than half an hour, more than [-] tribal soldiers and civilians surrounded the big arena that was formerly the Arena of Misfortune.

A guy with a weak body is not even eligible to enter the arena.

Only the guy with the biggest fist can occupy a seat in the arena.

In the main stand, half of the chiefs were seated.

In fact, only non-orc chiefs would sit here, and all the orc chiefs would surround them, and they wanted to witness this grand duel at the closest distance.

Vol'jin sat upright in the troll's seat, his expression blank, although he noticed the coldness in the eyes of the other chiefs.

Compared with the trolls, the other four leaders are enemies of the alliance and outcasts of the world.

They don't care who is the warchief.Perhaps the only thing they care about is whether the tribe can give them what they want-new territory, new resources and so on.

Vol'jin didn't care about them, as long as the tribe was strong enough, these races would be willing to become pendants of the tribe.

At the moment, Vol'jin only thinks that Thrall can show his power and continue to lead the Horde.

……

The lively orcs didn't know that New Orgrimmar was so lively right now that it was all live broadcasted to the alliance executives.

Except for Brother Niu, who is busy with the migration, all the leaders of the alliance are eating melons online at the same time.

"McDonnell, you discovered that Garrosh Hellscream among the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, did you intentionally not inform Thrall and just wait for today?" Tyrande asked McDonnell.

Macdonald didn't have the airs of an emperor at all, he put his chin on his cheek and smirked: "Yes, I guessed early on that this Garrosh is not the real one, but Garrosh from another parallel plane, belonging to the Iron Horde. Now It appears that my speculation was correct."

[Steel Horde] or something, they have been doing things like crazy since the second Dark Portal War.

Without the help of this mysterious alien tribe, Thrall's line alone would have been wiped out by the alliance long ago.

This unknown is also one of the reasons why the alliance leaders choose to restrain themselves.

The old wolf king Jin reminded: "What if this tribe becomes stronger after Garrosh of [Steel Horde] dominates?"

McDonald's smile became even worse: "But, the star soul of Azeroth recognizes Thrall more!"

The leaders of the alliance rejoiced.

(End of this chapter)