Stratholme God

Chapter 442 You Go For Me
Hacking a pit lord is not without cost.

When Mannoroth was killed, the terrible evil energy contained in his body exploded, and the intense green light filled everyone's vision, drowning everything around.

A mushroom cloud rises over the Ashenvale Forest.

Thrall and Varok, who happened to be hiding under Mannoroth's fat body, escaped unharmed.

When the dust fell all over the sky, there was billowing green mist that choked the nose, and the two of them worked together to lift up the several tons of claws. Sal, who climbed out, covered his nose with one hand, and kept waving the other hand, driving away the ominous mist around him.

Looking at the huge mountain-like corpse of the abyss lord, and then looking to the side, Thrall finally found Hou's father's corpse.

Grom* Hellscream: A terrifying executioner who washed Lordaeron's Tirisfal Forest and other areas with blood, and stopped children from crying in the human world; in the eyes of orcs, he is a hero with mixed reputation.

Tricked by Gul'dan, he was the first to drink the blood of the demon, bringing the wandering orcs into battle.Neutral and moderate orcs complained of his recklessness, and his actions incited a large number of young orcs who were disaffected by the status quo.But the orcs of the main battle faction regarded him as a hero.

Of course, only Thrall, who has been to the human world, can view Grom so neutrally from two perspectives.

Anyway, it's over.

Thrall said in a vague voice that he could only hear: "Later generations, human historians and tribal shamans, will give you a fair evaluation."

At least at this moment, in the eyes of all the orcs present, Grom is a hero who died fighting against the enslavement of demons.

"Varok, find someone to carry Grom's body!"

"Yes!"

Losing Grom meant half of the rescue operation had failed, and even the remaining Warsong orcs all bowed their heads.

"Brothers! Raise your heads! I don't know how many ancestors died in battle for the survival and reproduction of orcs. Even in foreign lands, there are still millions of warriors who paid the price with their lives. However, the resistance is strong, the hunting Killing giant beasts, isn't this the life of our orcs? We have come here for thousands of years! We will continue to do so in the future! If you feel sad, let Grom's heroic image be imprinted in your soul. Let His courage guides us to keep going!"

"Go! Let's go back to Orgrimmar!"

Thrall cheered up, and the orcs finally cheered up, cleaned up the mess, first went west to the junction of Ashenvale and the Barrens, and then all the way south.

Thrall's conjecture was correct, the night elves did have important people captured, and the main force was heading east all the way, so there was no time to care about them at all.It was only the Sentinel who found the Elven Huntress following them at a distance.

It is not so much monitoring as it is a gift to leave the country.

What Thrall didn't expect was that there was actually an army of elves going south ahead of his wolf cavalry.

Time back to half a day ago.

The top three-party melee in Kalimdor at this point in time ended with blood loss for the night elves, small loss for the orcs, and blood loss for the Scourge.

This result surprised McDonald.

In history, it was Hou Dad who gave Cenarius the honor of being promoted to [Really Shameful*Demigod].

Unexpectedly, the rookie Cenarius survived, but Malfurion* who was arrested every day* Stormrage, was arrested twice.

Ahem, please forgive McDonnell for his memory confusion, the bosses of the night elves are too fond of fancy tricks.

Whenever he saw them, McDonald felt a strong desire to complain.

Just say Malfurion.

Being arrested, it’s fine to be a dead house in the magic version of the VR game Emerald Dream, and you will be hanged and beaten in various ways after you come out.

McDonnell still remembers when he crossed over, in version 8.0, Queen Xi toughened Tyrande, Malfurion turned into a bear with green fur and came out to help, but the old King Saurfang, who was nearly 60 years old, came out to help him. Throwing an ax behind him, he completed the chrysanthemum dilatation technique and threw himself to the street on the spot.

God!

Malfurion, your old man is in the form of a war bear. The hardness of the bear skin is comparable to the 6-inch steel plate of the main armor belt of [War Exhaustion]. Are you still afraid of the ax version of the backstab?
Brother, old Saurfalt is a warrior!
You, a druid who hangs around the forest every day and claims to be in charge of nature, didn't notice it at all?
What's more, the throwing of soldiers really doesn't even have professional skills, it just depends on arm strength.

Alas, don't say anything, sexy old Germany, online embarrassment!
No wonder a group of sand sculpture players shouted "We don't agree to this marriage" or something.

Anyway, Malfurion, a useless hero, was arrested, regardless of whether he was dismembered by six horses, or changed to become a death druid, McDonnell didn't feel bad at all.

Of course, since Tyrande said that he wants to contact the Alliance, then let's accept it.

McDonnell said to Queen Xi: "Sylvanas, you represent me and go to meet the representatives of the night elves."

To put it bluntly, McDonald felt a little stressed seeing Queen Xi wandering around him every day.

Now beside him is a thief, a paladin, a nanny, and three personal guards. Queen Xi obviously doesn't like them.

What should McDonald, who is always worried about his life, do?

Queen Xi obviously wanted to be crooked, and her face blushed a little: "Why me?"

You are the most free!

Of course you can't say that.

"The night elves are an extremely self-enclosed race. If outsiders don't understand, they may commit taboos they don't know. As an alliance general and (one of) my most trusted vassals, you represent me at the first meeting, What's wrong?" McDonald said with a straight face.

Upon hearing this, Queen Xi immediately regained her spirits.

She is a majestic Sylvanas, a ranger general, not the kind of woman who can only be a vase!
So she rushed through Theramore's portal and rushed to Dustwallow Marsh, where Dustwallow Marsh and the Barrens border.

There was a tree-lined inn in history, but that place was burned down because of the war.

In this life, it has become the bridgehead for the alliance to infiltrate Kalimdor. A huge fortress is being erected here, named [Green Fortress].

It really looks like this!
The fortress is like a gray-white earth elemental creature, quietly crawling in the middle of the mountains leading from Dustwallow Marsh to the Barrens. In the past, this place was a canyon, but now after a short month of hustle and bustle, it has become a 30-story building. The pass of the meter-high city wall.

This is only the first phase, in fact, the expansion of the fortress has been going on.

It's just that the huge sound waves made by the engineering team behind were mostly blocked by the tall outer wall of the fortress.

Shandris Feathermoon, riding a hippogryph, arrives here with an elite sentinel force.

Staring at the huge pass fortress hidden in the shadow of the cliff, Shandris was fascinated by it for a moment: "Humans said, they just came here not long ago?"

The Huntress' adjutant nodded: "Yes. But from the sound, they seem to be still working on fortifications, so it should be correct."

Shandris thought that she would run into human war horses or something strange, but when the gate of the fortress opened, what came out was a group of high elf rangers riding chocobos.

(End of this chapter)