Stratholme God

Chapter 1180 Won the duel, lost the tribe?
Great Chief Thrall said loudly: "Of course I dare! But have you realized it now? Kong has all his strength but can't exert it, and it feels like being beaten by an inexplicable long-range attack."

"you……"

Thrall didn't wait for Brainless Roar to react, and went into his own rhyme: "I felt the same way when I faced the alliance! However, no matter how far my magic range is, it is far from the artillery. Our predecessors, the same There is no lack of courage, but they died under the artillery of the Alliance just like this. Times have changed - Garrosh!"

When Thrall said these words, not to mention the onlookers were greatly shocked, even McDonald, who was thousands of miles away, smiled and applauded.

"Wonderful! It's really wonderful! If Garrosh is the deity he knows, this young warsong chieftain will definitely be moved." McDonnell felt that his smile had a taste of a big villain.

Thrall's biggest mistake was not realizing that the Garrosh he knew had already been swapped!
Thrall reasoned with Brainless Roar, but Brainless Roar only wanted Thrall's life.

Does this make sense?

joke!

No matter how sharp Sal's mouth is, to the ears of the brainless roar, it is only equivalent to saying "My lord eats shit!"

play!Of course we must continue!

The brainless roar shouted like a thunderstorm again: "Sarr! I only know that if you keep giving in again and again like you, no one will be able to wait for the promising tribe you mentioned, and everyone will be slowly hanged by the alliance! "

Thrall was taken aback, and couldn't help but reflect: Am I wrong?

After such a dazed effort, Garrosh finally threw his king bomb——

It was a declaration that went straight into the sky and made people's blood boil!

"Lor' Tar-Ogar!"

Victory or death!
This is Garrosh's lore!

When a seemingly brain-dead guy uses his pure nonsense, ignores all objective facts, cruelly compares the strength of the enemy and himself, only tells you about traditions, and slanders you as the enemy's dog, and he publicly expresses that he is willing to do it for you. When you die victorious, you'll find that there's really not much you can do.

Sal's face was pale.

He can fully imagine that he will be labeled as [weak], [traitor] and other negative labels by most of the orcs.

Even if he has the halo of being a shaman, no matter how many achievements he has, even if he is still sitting in the position of great chief at this moment, so what?

Like it or not, Thrall can only yell out the same "Lor'Tar-Ogar!"

Thrall... fell into the lower class.

Facing Garrosh who jumped high again, Thrall threw [Doom Hammer].

That's right!This blow is 'very orc'!
Indeed, he knocked his opponent to the ground again, and Garrosh, who flew upside down, even knocked over the Warsong Clan banner he planted on the ground.

This time, Garrosh didn't get up.

Challenger down!

It stands to reason that this is an unquestionable victory for Thrall.

however……

No cheers!
No voice of approval!
Yes, just more battle flags!

"Great Chief! I XXX wager the glory of our XXX clan and launch [Mak'Gora] to Thrall! According to the rules, you can enjoy three days of rest after accepting my challenge."

Different voices, same content.

One counted as one, except for Varok who was the only one who supported Thrall, the chiefs of all other orc clans, no matter whether they were qualified or not, all threw their battle flags at Thrall and initiated a series of invitations to duels.

At this moment, the blood on Thrall's face faded, and there was no blood in his mouth, only bitterness.

With so many chiefs, even if he wins all of them and makes them and all the orc clans forcefully obey him, so what?
A twisted melon is not sweet!

The tribe has no such proverbs, but there are similar ancient sayings.

Thrall knew that, no matter what, he had completely lost popular support.

Garrosh, who seemed to have passed out just now, got up, his face was ferocious, and there was a madness in his eyes that was hotter than fire.

"Thal! This Mak'Gora is not over yet, you can indeed kill me! But you can kill every chief who doesn't listen to you! Can you kill every tribal warrior who yearns for freedom and victory?"

If you don't kill people, you will kill your heart!
The complete and ingenious words completely tied the name of Garrosh with the identity of "Freedom Fighter".

After the bag swap was successful, Garrosh hibernated for a long time just for this moment, to nail a wise and strategic great chief who was wholeheartedly for the sake of the tribe to the pillar of shame and usurp the power of the tribe!

The [Doom Hammer] that was spinning in Thrall's hand fell to the ground due to the master's weakness.

The sound of "boom" knocking metal against the ground is like a death knell.

Thrall suddenly smiled bitterly, he won the duel, but lost the tribe.

A pair of piercing eyes lost their light.

But immediately, his gaze became firm again, and he turned his head suddenly: "Varok Saurfang, who is the winner of this [Mak'Gora]?"

Varok's mouth was bitter. He didn't know what Thrall wanted to do. The situation was obvious, but the result was equally obvious. He could only answer loudly in a dry voice: "The winner is undoubtedly you—Great Chief Thrall!"

Thrall picked up the dropped [Doomhammer], and held it up high like a mighty force: "I defeated Garrosh* Hellscream, and won this round of Mak'Gora! Who is not satisfied with this result? Who—don’t—serve—”

At this second, Thrall looked like a big villain who went against the sky.

Immediately afterwards, Thrall pressed the fiery hammer to less than ten centimeters in front of Garrosh's forehead.

The fiery fluctuations almost burned the hair on Nao Can Hou's forehead.

Just when everyone thought that Thrall would blow the dog's head with a hammer, he suddenly withdrew the hammer without even looking at Brain Roar: "Very good! Then according to the tradition, before the new challenger performs Mak'Gora, I remain your Warchief. Then I declare as Warchief—I hereby step down as Warchief to Garrosh* Hellscream!"

This trick is absolutely perfect.

This time it was Garrosh's turn to look bad.

In his vision, the perfect script is: he blows up Thrall in one fell swoop, at least knocking down this clever and obstructive chieftain.

No matter how bad it is, the second level of the script is to incite all the orc chiefs to siege and force Thrall to step down.

Ke Sal won the duel, and went downhill to give him the position of war chief, which was a completely different taste.

Thrall's announcement continued: "Garrosh! Now that more chieftains support you! Very good! Then you go try it! My Frostwolf clan and I will return to Nagrand and serve as the Horde's solid backing until Nagrand is completely destroyed!"

"you……"

"You can try it! Even if you are defeated by the Alliance, it's a big deal to start all over again! But—" At this point, Thrall's voice suddenly became higher: "If I find out that you have betrayed the Horde, then the one you have stored with me Fate, I will come back and take it back!"

(End of this chapter)