Stratholme God

Chapter 1297 What the hell is McDonald's trying to do?

Wojin's approach, if put in the past, is correct.

In the era when aerial knights were required to observe the enemy's situation with naked eyes, it was dangerous to sail silently at night, but it would greatly increase the chances of the fleet's escape.

Sadly, times have changed!

Even if the radar accuracy of the alliance ships is not high enough, it would be difficult not to detect so many large reflections.

At this moment, Vol'jin's heart stopped beating with fright, and he clenched the spear in his hand.

But... this is too far away!

The warship, which was still five kilometers away, flashed its night lights in the night.

Vol'jin wasn't very clear about the attack range of the alliance's artillery, but this distance was enough for this giant ship to tear the goblin airship fleet to pieces, let alone more airships gradually descending from the clouds.

"Sudden drop! Immediately make an emergency landing on the ground!" Wojin roared.

Only by landing as soon as possible and evacuating the people can the lives of the people be saved to the greatest extent.

The mobility of the goblin airship lies here. Whether it is taking off or landing, it is destined to be a very slow process.

For a moment, how can it be lowered?

At the same time, in the Stratholme Palace, McDonald, who hadn't waited for the Despicable Roar to appear, received a serious magical communication from the "Jean Bart" in his boredom.

This ship lady has a head of flaxen hair, and she looks quite slender with a high ponytail: "My lord, I found the tribal airship fleet. Except for the crew, almost all of them are troll women and children, please tell me?"

"Trolls! If I want to let them go, what do you think?" McDonald tapped his right index finger rhythmically on the desk, while he was observing the reactions of his elf girls around him.

Almost as soon as they heard these words, the complexions of all the charming elf girls changed on the spot.

The temperature in the room dropped several degrees.

Even Aurelia, who is the most gentle and understanding of the general situation, rarely shows McDonald's face.

Alleria was so excited that her full chest rose and fell rapidly: "McDonald, this is not a joke. You know that we high elves support you so firmly because..."

"It's because I slaughtered [Amani trolls]!" McDonnell emphasized on the three words [Amani].

All the elf girls in the audience were startled suddenly, they woke up.

Only Valeera muttered: "Trolls are not good things, every branch is."

As soon as she finished speaking, Alleria smiled and leaned over to give her a sneak peek: "Actually, elves are also a branch of trolls..."

On a rare occasion, this usually expressionless thief hero blushed.

The dark trolls of the Zandalari troll branch soaked in arcane energy for a long time, and then they mutated into night elves.In the subsequent story, Valeera knew that after the War of the Ancients, some of the upper elves who were more obsessed with magic were eventually exiled by the night elves, came to Quel'Thalas, and called themselves high elves.

If you really want to kill every branch, it is a typical 'kill yourself and your family'.

So speaking of it, the Amani troll, who had a grudge against the high elves, was killed by McDonnell. This is the greatest favor to the high elves.

Since the reasoning makes sense, all the elf girls didn't delve into it further.

McDonnell turned his head towards the magic mirror and said lightly, "Let go."

"Let's go?" [Jean * Barr] was surprised.

"Yes, Darkspear trolls are still useful to the Alliance now."

"Obey!" The ship's figure disappeared into the magic mirror.

Queen Xi's eyes sparkled: "The trick you hid earlier, it's about time, right?"

"Which billion hands?" Someone Mai smirked.

"You are the cunning one. The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse..."

On the other side, looking at the hundreds of huge and dark muzzles, Vol'jin was in despair. Even if he made an emergency landing, how many women and children could escape in this barren mountain that was about to enter the border of Silithus?

The Alliance had used two brutal artillery feasts to tell the Horde that there would not be many survivors within carpet bombing range.

Just when Wojin's heart seemed to be grasped by the god of death, the gunboats in the sky suddenly lowered their muzzles and spread out. Those giant ships seemed to be blind one by one, and they were majesticly moving about a thousand meters above the airship fleet. fly over.

"This..." Vol'jin was so smart, how could he not have imagined that it was McDonald who let the Darkspear troll go.It's just that he doesn't understand why: "We are not tauren..."

After another day of flying, Vol'jin finally brought his people to the branch of the Dark Portal in Silithus.

"Didn't the Alliance attack?" Vol'jin asked the Chief Wan who was stationed here.

The orc captain Wan shook his head: "Everywhere has received bad news, but here we can't see the shadow of the alliance. Is our side too barren?"

Vol'jin smiled wryly.

how can that be.

But he can't control so much. After conveying the order of Warok, the theoretical commander-in-chief of the three armies, Vol'jin left less than two thousand troll spearmen to guard the portal of darkness, leading a large number of clansmen through the portal , once again came to Outland, the ever-collapsing land.

To his surprise, across the door was Thrall waiting with five thousand Frostwolf knights.

"Thal? No! Warchief, why are you here!?"

Vol'jin's words made Thrall's expression wonderful.Thrall heard a lot of things at once, and it was obvious that Vol'jin was extremely displeased with the current warchief Garrosh.

"I'm no longer the warchief."

"No! That bastard Garrosh! Abandoned most of the orcs and troll people at the critical moment, and took the Forsaken, blood elves and goblins with him to nowhere. He is not worthy to be the war chief." Vol'jin growled angrily , as if he wanted to vent his grievances for so long, he crackled and said everything after the alliance declared war.

Thrall's brain froze a bit: "Wait, how dare he do this as a great chief?"

"Great chief, what's the situation here now?"

"The movement of the alliance is very strange. They withdrew..."

Seriously, if the Alliance is going to kill all Horde people outright, it should storm the Horde on all fronts.Yet the league's performance has been very polarizing.

Since the alliance cut off the Thousand Needles area with its navy, the alliance's tank divisions and mechanized divisions have rushed in the frontlines of Desolace and the Southern Barrens. Drop any green creature in scope.

In Feralas, the alliance's naval air force, together with the hypothetical rocket launchers on Feathermoon Fortress, bombarded the entire west coast of Feralas.The east is similar, the alliance's artillery covers all places within a 50-kilometer radius of the entrance to the eastern front of Feralas.

Only in Outland, the lair of orcs, the alliance withdrew.

Shadowmoon Valley was empty, even the temple of Karabor and the city of Shattrath, the holy places of the Draenei, had been evacuated.

Thrall smiled wryly: "The alliance retreated all the way to the Hellfire Fortress on the Hellfire Peninsula. If it wasn't for this, I wouldn't dare to send out Nagrand to meet them."

Woking and Thrall had question marks on their foreheads——Union, no, what exactly is McDonald trying to do.

(End of this chapter)