Stratholme God

Chapter 1410 MacGora leading to the future

"Rebels from Frostfire have landed at Highmaul."

"The unspeakable rebel leader is approaching the Mogol sentry."

"The vile former warchief enters Lokras."

"Thrall has taken the Arena of Blood."

"Warchief Thrall approaches the Throne of the Elements!"

"The supreme Warchief Thrall arrived in his faithful Nagrand today."

Thrall uses the Frostwolf warriors from the two worlds as his team, which can be described as a typical local battle.In addition, after beheading Black Hand, Varok helped him recover the remaining elite of the Blackrock Clan, and with Nazgrim's navy as an assistant, and the betrayal of the two goblin princes, the lineup of the old tribe was magnificent. .

Furthermore, the alliance's frontal attack has attracted all of Garrosh's attention, and Thrall's side can be said to be at the right time and place and fully occupied.

With such a configuration, it is not surprising that the old tribe has shown a devastating momentum.

Thrall led the attack into Highmaul, and the Ogre Archmage [Führer Margok] saw that the momentum was not right, so he simply surrendered.

From Highmaul all the way to the east, Thrall's troops snowballed and expanded, reaching the astonishing number of 80 within a few days.

If you switch to other armies, it is likely to lose control easily.

This is Nagrand, which is full of hunting grounds and extremely rich in prey, so there is no need to worry about supplies.And the Goblin Prince's supply depots are everywhere in this area. Many troops of the Iron Horde didn't even know that the goblins jumped back.

The biggest point is that when Thrall forced down the Iron Horde ministries, he publicly announced: "I will fight Mak'Gora with Iron Horde Warchief Garrosh!"

Orc Mysteries - The one with the big fist is the boss, and the one who loses is the one who wins.

Since it is the flag-planting duel [Makgora] representing the highest glory of the orcs, even the pickiest orcs can't say a word [no].

This is the magical power of Wannian Tradition!

When Garrosh turned to face Thrall's old tribe with one hundred thousand loyal 'remnants', what he saw on the Throne of the Elements were the camps of the major clans all over the mountains and plains, or the camps that were once arranged around the Warsong clan.

This means that if he refuses to agree to Thrall's 'Mak'Gora', he insists on attacking... No matter how many orcs are willing to follow him, it is this army of one million who gives him 10 people to fight head-on. It's definitely not enough.

Especially, when Garrosh received the relic [Blood Howl] from his old father, the situation changed slightly.

"Isn't it [Makgora]? I agree!" His expression was very complicated, as if he condensed all emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy into one piece, which made his facial features feel strangely incongruous.

History seems to form a closed loop.

The duel of the century, destined to take place on the Throne of the Elements, still happened.

In the past, the two sides were at most a road dispute, but now their positions have changed subtly: Garrosh is still the big orcist, but Thrall has become a survivor who leads the tribe.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" the sound of the giant horn has been consistent for thousands of years.Many orcs used to think that their lives would be passed down from generation to generation, but now the situation has changed a little.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Over a million orc warriors rhythmically pressed the end of their battle axes or hammers on the ground, artificially creating an effect of shaking the earth.

The chaotic shouts of cheering for their respective great chiefs swept across the world of the Throne of Elements.

Not to mention the orc himself, even Mai, who sneaked through the eyes of the mage and peeped from a super long distance, felt extremely novel.

That's right, McDonnell secretly came to Draenor with his closest people.

Looking at the picture in the magic mirror, Vereesa was like a little girl, admiring sincerely: "McDonald, you are so powerful that you actually forced two tribal chiefs to kill each other."

Without McDonnell answering, Queen Xi smiled first: "Excellent? All diplomatic means are based on military strength. Believe it or not, if Garrosh defeated the first and second armies led by Arthas, Thrall Turn around and join forces with Garrosh to drive the Alliance out of Draenor?"

"what!"

Macdonald smiled and said nothing.

Queen Xi was right. Instead of handing over the fate to the enemy, if Thrall had the chance, he would definitely choose to hold the fate of the tribe in his own hands.

Now that Garrosh was defeated, Thrall had no choice.

On the screen, two burly orcs slowly walk up a small hill on the Throne of the Elements.

This hill is not big, the relatively flat place on the top may be five to six hundred square meters, and it is about 20 meters above the ground, which is just the size for a large number of orcs to watch from a distance.

As the two approached, the noisy drums and horns gradually stopped, and I don't know how many pairs of eyes were staring at the hill nervously.

Garrosh spoke first, "Thal! Are you so happy being a human dog? Why don't you call your clan a Frostwolf, but a sled dog!"

Garrosh's words deeply hurt Thrall's heart.

Maybe Thrall has been led away by Macdonald during this period of time, which doesn't mean he doesn't want to be an orc in an upright manner.

He really has no choice!

Thrall's facial muscles were twitching, and his eyes lost focus for a while. After a few seconds, he let out a long breath: "Garrosh, I've always been willing to believe in you!"

"Believe in what?" Garrosh raised his mouth full of teasing.

"I believe that your orc supremacy may revive the Horde! I believe that everything you do is for the big Horde, not just the small orc tribe. I am willing to believe you even after you betrayed the Horde The Iron Horde can defeat the Alliance..."

When Thrall said this, Garrosh couldn't hold back anymore. He trembled: "You already found out?"

Thrall smiled wryly: "It's vague, I'm not too sure. After all, the differences between the two Garrosh's personalities are quite obvious."

Garrosh pursed his lips.

Thrall's eyes were blurred. His gaze surpassed the opponent of Mak'Gora in front of him, passed through the scene of the Throne of Elements, and turned to the east...there was the direction of the alliance army.

Thrall's voice was full of bitterness: "Garrosh, it's not that I don't want to support you, but...you have already lost to the Alliance in three worlds!"

These words made Garrosh break his guard severely.

Correct!
Three times!
Without another defeat on Azeroth, Garrosh would not have traveled through time and space to come to this Draenor.

Garrosh wouldn't have returned to Draenor without losing to MacDonald on this Starstar.

Now that even the mainland has been completely lost, what else is there to say?

As long as he is really good enough to overthrow the alliance, Thrall will definitely be willing to be a fool for the future of the tribe.
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ps, I am recuperating from illness, but I have some manuscripts to save. Tomorrow, there will be activities at the starting point of 515, as much as possible.

(End of this chapter)