Stratholme God

Chapter 1411 The Last Correctness (Celebrating Dianniang's Birthday) (1 more)

Chapter 1411 The Last Correctness (Celebrating Dianniang's Birthday) (1 more)
Garrosh's mouth twitched a few times: "Thal, you can continue..."

continue?

Keep running on the doomsday train?
Thrall shook his head heavily and slowly: "You overdrawn the power of the tribes of the three worlds, but you still failed. I really can't allow you to go wrong and bring all the tribes people into the abyss of destruction."

"Is that why you trust that McDonald?"

"It's a bit unbelievable. But my answer is—yes! I believe in my enemy more than you who messed up everything. Of course I know this answer is very sad. But, the Horde has no choice!" Sa Garrosh's heart was deeply hurt by Garrosh's desolate voice.

This is the tragedy of the hunting race.

expansion!expansion!Keep expanding!
When the expansion failed and they were forced into internal strife, and there was no stable enough food source to support their lives, the seemingly powerful hunting habits became the knife that killed themselves.

This principle is the same on the earth. Among the modern big countries, none of them are hunting or nomadic.

Productivity is so low!
The hunting life of thousands of years has long been engraved into the DNA of the orcs.Thrall saw the natural shortcomings of the orcs, but he didn't wait for him, and didn't give him enough time and external space to allow him to carry out a thorough reform of the orc race.

When Garrosh, the traditional orc faction, raised his head again, he also abolished the last brake named "Thar", destined to be like the most famous slogan of the orc "Lok'Tar-ogar!", if you win, you die.

Since Garrosh couldn't win the foreign war, he had no choice but to die.

……

Fate took a very angry turn here!
The figure in Garrosh's eyes was slack for a while, and he suddenly confessed: "Great Chief Nathar, you have to pay attention, my ax is poisoned."

Sal:? ? ?
Thrall's eyes widened, he couldn't believe his ears.Just before the fight started, Villes* Deep Shadow repeatedly warned that Garrosh might have poisoned the weapon.

This f*ck was actually hammered by Garrosh himself.

What kind of magical operation is this?

Garursh said in a seemingly ordinary way: "It's strange! Thrall, before stepping on the throne of the elements, I was clearly thinking about how to kill you by any means. It's like I used a poisonous ax in another world It's like murdering Kane who initiated [Mak'Gora] to me..."

These words made Thrall's heart feel as if he was being grabbed by a cold claw, and he couldn't help trembling: "You murdered Kane!?"

"Yes! Kane in another world, he tried to stop my madness. But Kane in this world is even more outrageous, he actually voted for the alliance... So I decided from the beginning that all tauren are not good things!" While laughing at himself, Roursh took out a piece of animal skin and wiped the ax blade indiscriminately.

Thrall noticed that there was some unnatural blackness on the animal hide.

"Thal, you're right, I failed three times! I bet the entire tribe, three times! What frustrates me the most is that I lose more and more every time! In my world, the people who absorbed Y'Shaarj I am strong, but I lost under the siege of the alliance and the tribe. This time, I was crushed by McDonald! I have no hope of victory!"

Thrall felt the same way.

As long as there is some hope, who will hand over the fate of the whole family to their enemies?

Sal was silent.

"Sal! Since you're more willing to trust that human bastard than me, so be it. I'm done and tired. End this farce!"

"it is good!"

Garulsh raised the blood-red elephant trunk ax high: "Thal! I will watch you quietly in hell. If you don't want to be laughed at by me after death, then take the orc out of a future—— "

"Hey!" The flames ignited on [Doom Hammer] was Thrall's final answer.

"Roar--"

Well-deserved of the name Hellscream.The last roar of Garrosh's life was so loud that the audience 500 meters away felt an extremely uncomfortable humming in their eardrums.

In the presence of more than a hundred thousand orcs, Garrosh leaped high.

He jumps high, very high!

This is not the first time the two sides have confronted each other, and they know each other well.For pure melee combat, Thrall is slightly inferior.

But Thrall is not a pure warrior, but a shaman!
"Long!"

Accompanied by a huge explosion, a typical hand of the earth, which was condensed with the orc as a template, rose from the ground.

The giant rock hand, at least ten meters long, grasped Garrosh with incomparable agility.

From the looks of it, Garrosh looked more like a grasshopper that threw himself into a trap.

Well, it's still after autumn.

Having said all that, the so-called Makgora is more like a formality.

The world-famous jump and chop of the Hellscream family failed to hurt Thrall in the slightest.

"Crack!"

With one grip of the hand of the earth, the battle is over.

A large amount of blood and almost liquefied internal organs splashed out from the cracks in the rocky fingers. Garrosh's whole body was only intact with his right arm, half of his chest, neck and head exposed to the air.

Standing still two meters away from Garrosh, Thrall's eyes were full of unresolved sadness: "Do you have any last words? Orc brothers."

"Yes." Garrosh tremblingly raised the battle ax in his hand: "The bloodline of the Hellscream family is... cut off. But this [Bloodhowl]... the fate of fighting for the orcs should not be here... Finish."

Thrall pinned the [Doom Hammer] on his waist, and took over [Gore Roar] with both hands: "How about Varok? He is a real warrior."

"Can……"

Garrosh Hellscream, Warchief of the Iron Horde, has died.

At this moment, millions of tribal warriors around burst into loud cheers at the same time. They were celebrating the reunification of the tribe and the birth of the 'new' great chief!
"The ancestors praise you!"

"Long live Great Chief Thrall!"

Thrall was in a trance for a while, as if he had completely isolated the noise from his soul that was loud enough to shatter the eardrums.It wasn't until Varok and Vol'jin approached that he handed [Blood Howl] to Varok in a daze.

"Garrosh gave it to you."

Varok froze for a moment, then continued with a wry smile: "I will use it to fight to the death. Then, I will pass it on to the next true hero who is willing to fight for the Horde."

After obviously winning Ma Ke Geer, he felt that his heart was empty.

Vol'jin stepped up and gave Thrall a hug. "Garrosh has done a lot of wrong things. But he's a true orc."

"En." Thrall's gaze passed over the congratulatory crowd and landed on the face of Willis* Deep Shadow.

The other party's ethereal voice penetrated into his ears: "His Majesty Stratholme will contact you at four o'clock in the morning tonight."

(End of this chapter)

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