Stratholme God

Chapter 446 Surrender, or enjoy the justice of the alliance (1 more)
The back of the orc is a cliff, and the allies are on three sides.

Looking at the alliance troops slowly approaching in the distance, the eyes of every soldier were bright. It was clearly broad daylight, but the orcs had the feeling of being surrounded by a bunch of ghosts in the middle of the night.

Perhaps, this is all good things happen.

The battle banner of the Warsong clan that once ravaged Ashenvale and Tirisfal Glades offended the night elves and the people of Lordaeron to death.

The war chief's banner brought back the painful memories of the high elf ranger.

The situation is gradually developing out of control. Although every elf and human being present understands that with the Scourge Legion as the living enemy, it is not good for the overall situation to go to war with the Horde, but... every Allied soldier wants to kill the Horde One shot!

The noisy creaking sound of tank tracks stimulated the ear drums of every orc.

The heavily armed flamethrowers filled the gaps between the tanks with skirmishers, and the flamethrowers in their hands gleamed fiercely in the sun.

Plus the Hippogryph hovering in the sky.

Everything, for the orcs, has no way to go to heaven and no way to go to earth.

The temptation to kill the orc chief is too great!

Not to mention the Azeroth natives at the scene, even the sand sculpture players who knew this scene were madly fighting.

All kinds of words were sent to McDonnell who was still on the northern coast of Tirisfal Glades to guide the preparations for cross-sea combat.

[Lg's little fanboy]: "Boss, let's be Thrall! It's over once and for all."

【c148】: "When the tribe was first established, if Thrall was killed, the tribe would be abolished immediately."

[Between bull A and bull C]: "Yes! Maybe they will be disbanded on the spot!"

Yes!

The top three bosses of the orcs - Blackhand, Orgrim and Ner'zhul each have their own faults, some are reckless, some are overly perfectionistic, and some are timid, but what they have in common is that orcs are respected, and I am the number one in the world.

If the orcs are capable of beating the entire universe, then of course it's fine.But orcs are not.

In the situation where the power of other races must be integrated to win, the actions of these three chiefs are all in a fancy way of defeating the orcs.

Thrall was different. His experience of living in the human world gave him a broader vision than most orcs.With him, the tribe is a true whole.

McDonnell really wants to kill Sal here!

The Scourge is going to leave after all, and it will be difficult to encounter such a good opportunity after dealing with Archimonde.

At this time, Rivendell's magic message also came, quickly stating the situation.

McDonnell's nails were deeply embedded in his palms, and his body was shaking slightly. Anyone who followed closely could easily see McDonald's wavering.

Liadrin, Calia... and Vereesa, who had slipped back, all looked at McDonald with fiery eyes.

kill!There are of course many benefits.

What about the price?
In a trance, McDonald sensed that the bronze dragon king Nozdormu seemed to glance at him across time and space.

This is not a warning, but a mere observation!
In the next second, a misty image passed through McDonald's mental protection and appeared in his mind.

Is that... the [Iron Horde] guy?

Good guy, another batch of guys from the future have traveled over here.

This picture is Orgrimmar!
Clearly, Nozdormu has pulled the trigger.

Of course, McDonald will not forget that the more he deviates the timeline from the original history, the more support [Iron Horde] can send.

Moreover, the current tribe is not empty, Durotan is not yet completely old, Vol'jin has entered the pit, and Lao Niu is in his prime. These are all leaders with good strength.

Vol'jin, who has historically been Warchief, has done a pretty good job.

Killing Thrall would instead allow Thrall to ascend to the altar and become the spiritual banner of the tribe's anti-alliance—after all, Thrall died to save the brother clan.

This will in turn lead to the above-mentioned guys being united, and the new tribes and tribes will be twisted together.

Thinking of this, McDonald has actually made a decision.

Having said that, the alliance people don't know these key points!
There must be a reason.

McDonnell looked around, ignoring those eyes that wanted to kill Sal, so as not to die, he caught a glimpse of a slender figure who had nothing to do with himself and just had an afternoon tea with snacks.

McDonnell didn't say anything, just rushed over and kicked in the air.

"Ah!"

Such a big lady flew out like this, and bumped headfirst into the cream cake in an orz posture, her face was covered with a paste.

"What are you doing!?" Onyxia got up and took a deep breath angrily, with a tendency to run wild.

"It's all you! If you didn't have to deal with Neltharion! I'll kill the tribal chief Thrall right now!" King Mai roared loudly.

Oh oh oh!It's against my father!That's fine.

The terrible dragon's breath that was brewing in her chest was immediately let go by the black dragon princess. She lowered her eyebrows and took out a small handkerchief to wipe her face, like a little daughter-in-law who just suffered domestic violence from a villain.

In fact, McDonnell was right. To deal with Brother Wing in the future, five kinds of power must be injected into [Devil's Soul], which happened to lack the power of the earth attribute.

In the alliance and the tribe, there are not many bosses who are of the earth attribute.

It is unrealistic to expect Onyxia to be a filial father and son. This mother dragon is afraid that her father will be scared to death, so she would rather be a labor dragon under McDonald.

It turns out that in history, Thrall is on top.

With sufficient reasons, McDonnell did not argue, and directly ordered Rivendell: "Thall can't be killed! At least not at this time, not only because of the Scourge, but also because of Deathwing. Let him keep some Things as collateral, and then let him go. Remember! The kind that wants [Pu Xin]!"

"understand!"

It is not difficult to kill people.

It's a little difficult not to kill someone.

After receiving the order, Rivendell was dumbfounded on the spot. This kind of high-IQ technical work is not suitable for him!

Fortunately, there is a Queen Xi who will become very popular if she is blackened.

After a little thought, Queen Xi arranged for a Colonel Trident to ride over.

On the opposite side, Varok was a little uneasy: "Warchief, what does the Alliance want to do?"

"do not know."

Very strangely, the colonel of the alliance came over, speaking fluent orc language, and shouted: "The alliance has no intention of going to war with the tribe for the time being due to the natural disasters of the undead and the raging demons!"

This……

Thrall and Varok remained vigilant, and it was obvious that the other tired orcs felt a sense of war in their chests.

Thrall immediately felt bad—is this the compatriots he knows who bravely fight no matter what enemies they encounter?

But the alliance's messenger, he couldn't refuse.

"Let him come here!"

The Wolf Riders parted like a tide to let the messengers approach.

"I am the Colonel of the Alliance [Bit Darker], and I have brought an order from the Duke of Stratholme, the commander of the Alliance - to convey the goodwill of the Alliance to the War Chief of the Horde."

"Goodwill?" Varok pouted contemptuously. No orc believed that the alliance would have any kindness towards the orcs. The hatred between the two sides was too deep.

The alliance colonel raised his head proudly: "For the sake of killing the abyss lord Mannoroc."

Sal and the others were silent.

On the point of fighting demons, the Alliance and the Horde have the same view.

After a long time, Thrall said, "Tell me about the conditions of the alliance."

"Until the Scourge is annihilated or leaves the continent of Kalimdor, the Alliance will not take the initiative to provoke a war against the Horde. Of course, the Alliance does not believe in the promise of the Horde, so we need you, Warchief, to hand in [Doomhammer] as a Pawn."

Varok was furious: "Presumptuous! This is the heritage of the former great chief!"

"That's right! But our alliance snatched it on the battlefield, and the new chieftain Thrall took advantage of the chaos to steal it back."

[Bitt Dark] His face was full of ridicule: If you have the ability, you can go in alone in the heyday of the alliance, or lead your troops to fight back!
Thrall suppressed his anger: "What if I refuse?"

"Then the alliance will kill you all, take the [Doomhammer] from your corpse, and then ignore the threat of the Scourge, attack Orgrimmar first, and use 380mm shells to declare the alliance's righteous revenge to the Horde! "

(End of this chapter)