Stratholme God

Chapter 1303 Without you, it is very important to me

Thrall wanted to return to his thoughts, but his body tried his best to drum up the power of [Doom Hammer] again, pouring out the fire element again, detonating the shells in advance.

Another big bang!

Thrall didn't even realize that the distance he detonated the shell was already more than ten meters shorter than the first time.

Just then, the third shot came.

In Thrall's widened eyes, the divine light unnaturally began to slacken.

This is not giving him a chance to breathe at all!

Don't you, Thrall, want to protect the Blackrock orcs?You keep it!If you can keep it, you can keep it!

McDonald ruthlessly trampled on Sal's thoughts with practical actions.

Finally this time, Thrall began to lose his strength.

The artillery shell was detonated at an altitude of 200 meters, and the damage could not be completely denied out of range, and the consequences would be very serious.

This became a [air blast] with a wider range of damage!
A ball of fire reflected in Varok's terrified eyes and flew away.

In the playful eyes of McDonnell thousands of miles away.

The fire swayed, and the destruction spread.

Amidst the loud noise, continuous flashes of light spread along the avenue of the Valley of Honor towards the dark alley area.

The orc-style brick and wood buildings were blown to pieces like piles of logs, and the fragments flew all over the sky. Countless mud and stone slabs were lifted from the ground. These secondary killings formed the scythe of death, and the orcs were harvested crazily. s life.

You know, this city rebuilt from Dire Maul is full of orc refugees!
As the giant cannon shells exploded, flesh and blood flew everywhere in the Valley of Honor, and then more and more orc limbs were blown into the air, and the hearts of Thrall and Varok gradually fell into the ice cave.

This is the alliance's revenge!
It's the emperor's beating!
Are you Sal disobedient?Then call until you are obedient!

"No—" Sal raised his head to the sky and screamed, he knew that McDonald would definitely hear his voice of resistance.

heard it.

so what?

Thousands of miles away, McDonald, who was sitting on the throne, had cold eyes: "Continue!"

The fourth and fifth Gustav cannons fell rhythmically. Thrall was still trying to resist, but everyone could see that he was starting to exhaust himself.

The area covered by the sprayed flames is getting smaller and smaller.

From the original limit, it can be sprayed to 500 meters, to 300 meters and 200 meters later.

The damage caused by the giant cannon to the Valley of Honor became more and more serious. Except for the chief hall guarded by Thrall, the surrounding buildings were decreasing in height at a speed visible to the naked eye.

There used to be many four- and five-story buildings, but after the third shot, there were only three floors left. After the fifth shot, there were only ruins no taller than a person.

This terrifying giant cannon that can explode even a fortress is like hitting a pile of biscuits with a war hammer.

Soon, after the sixth shot, Thrall finally couldn't control his body, and after shaking a few times, he fell slumped.

"Great Chief—" Varok who was waiting below hurriedly flew over to catch Thrall.

What made him even more humiliated and desperate was that it was completely pinched. The entire New Orgrimmar had been exposed to the Alliance's artillery, and there was no protection. The Alliance stopped the shelling at the moment Thrall was exhausted.

The moment he was hugged by Varok, Thrall seemed to wake up a little bit, and he said with tears in his eyes, "Varok, I'm sorry, I..."

"Great chief! Don't say anything. You... did your best." Varok lowered his head slightly, then raised his head suddenly, and shouted: "McDonald, I know you're still alive, answer me! In the end what you want!?"

Except for the Chief's Hall, the Valley of Honor has long since become empty, and there are no living people within the circle with a diameter of 500 meters to [-] meters.

At this moment, the figure of a trident thief turned from illusion to reality, and he threw a magic crystal.

The image of McDonald suddenly appeared from the magic mirror.

In the picture, McDonnell, dressed in fine clothes, rests his elbows on the armrest of the throne. He crosses his fingers and rests his chin on the back of his fingers. His eyes are cold and cruel.

He opened his mouth.

"Your orc-dominated tribe, what happened today is entirely the result of you listening to Ner'zhul and Gul'dan back then. You have your survival, and we have our justice. Just as you would not fight for the tribe back then. Repent for the thousands of Alliance civilians slaughtered on the continent of the Eastern Kingdom. Then we will not shed half a tear for the death of the Horde people. My request is still the same, Thrall, take Varok and his bodyguards and go away , give me the [Iron Horde] to beat. At least you can find a place to stay for your people who are loyal to you."

Thrall's lips trembled with anger: "What if I refuse!?"

"Then please all of you go to hell!" McDonald said firmly: "Without you - it is very important to us!"

Thrall's pupils suddenly enlarged to the extreme, and immediately the light in his eyes began to dissipate.

He finally understood.

McDonald forced him to steal [Steel Horde]'s ass, not because the alliance couldn't afford the price, but because the price was a bit high, and if he couldn't pay the price, he wouldn't pay it.

If McDonnell is angered, even his orthodox tribe and the Iron Horde will be destroyed together.

Without any more beeps, McDonnell issued an ultimatum: "In 10 minutes, there will be 24 hours of uninterrupted bombardment, and... a general attack!"

No chickens and dogs left!

Thrall and Varok were in a trance for a while, and they didn't come back to their senses for a long time.

Suddenly, Varok's eyes sharpened: "Come here! Send the chief to the portal immediately!"

His personal guards rushed up to hold Thrall immediately.

"No! Varok, wait! You can't..."

This time, not only Varok's personal guards, but even Thrall's personal guards rushed up, held Thrall together and dragged him towards the portal.

If Thrall was still in his prime, these personal guards would not be able to pull him back.

It's a pity that he was hit by six [Gustav shells] in a row, and even stronger than Thrall, he was a little bit weak.

No, maybe Thrall realized that his perseverance had lost its meaning, and it was more of a half-push.

In this way, Thrall was sent through the portal and arrived at the open space in front of the Dark Portal of Silithus. As soon as he passed through, Thrall immediately noticed that Varok stopped in his tracks and did not follow.

Thrall immediately realized what Varok was going to be a martyr.

If most of his subordinates were going to die, Varok would not want to live alone.

"No! Wait! Varok, you can't do this." For the first time in his life, Thrall hurt himself so much. He couldn't protect his old friends, he couldn't protect his people, and he even brought his people to find him. Every way of life needs the mercy of the enemy leader.

This extremely painful sense of powerlessness engulfed his heart in an instant.

Tears of regret flowed out.

Of course he knew how many unjust battles the former tribe fought, but as an orc, he had no choice but to take the well-being and future of the orc as his top priority.

"Goodbye, Great Chief, I hope you can lead us to truly find our own home..." Varok waved his hand lightly, his expression was very calm, and his movements were very chic...

Originally, this would be a touching farewell.

But at the last moment when the portal was about to close, Varok was suddenly knocked into the air by a demon guard's [Charge], and rushed through the portal like a dog eating shit.

All the orcs looked at the opposite portal in astonishment at the same time, and the orc warlock who was guarding the portal showed a trident badge with a smirk.

[Wagesh] smirked: "Boss doesn't allow you to die here, you don't have the right to die here!"

(End of this chapter)