Stratholme God

Chapter 447 Aggrieved Thrall (2 more)
contempt!

Chi Guoguo's contempt!

The colonel's words easily angered the surrounding Frostwolf warriors, and at least ten orcs raised their swords high.

【Bitter Duck】Cheerful and unafraid, he curled his lips wantonly and stretched his neck: "Come! Come! Come! Aim here."

"Aren't you... not afraid of death?" Varok's hair and beard swelled angrily.

"There is no coward who is afraid of death on the Trident, let alone the great chief of the tribe, it is worth it!" The sense of arrogance beyond life and death really stunned the Frostwolf warriors.

Immediately they became even angrier, pushing and leaning forward.

On Sal's face, in just a few breaths, he experienced ups and downs.

Too arrogant!
Too embarrassing!

The hateful thing is that the alliance has this capital!

That man named McDonald Ken Stratholme used artillery to destroy the 200 million orc army, smashing the orc's dream of conquering the world of Azeroth!

Just, definitely not just!

From beginning to end, the other party did not give them a choice.

If you really want to blame, the monsters are not strong enough!
Thrall has a feeling in the dark - Orgrimmar is not safe.

Originally, the threat of human artillery was taken into consideration at the beginning of the site selection for the new main city of orcs, and it was a full 20 kilometers away from the sea.According to the veterans who experienced the Battle of Quel'Thalas, human artillery can shoot five kilometers away.This is already four times the distance.

What's more, there is Derek Proudmoore's ghost fleet as coastal defense.

But he just had an intuition that human artillery surpassed this range.

He guessed right, even if Warspite's artillery hadn't really reached the level of World War II, it was not far off. 30 km range how to have.If it is used to hit a ship, it is probably not good enough. In World War II, naval battles hit moving targets, and there were only hit records in about [-] kilometers.

The city of Orgrimmar won't move!

Thrall looked around again, he really couldn't live up to the people around him who had been with him through life and death—the people who brought the Frostwolf to rescue Warsong, in the end they all paid for it, he felt that even if he survived the siege, he couldn't face his father's sorrow eyes.

When all the hopes and responsibilities of the orc are on the shoulders of this young orc, it often becomes unbearable.

Having sneaked into the human world, Thrall knew how wise the young human commander MacDonald was, and he fought back beautifully against the Jeopardy.He also wanted to learn, but unfortunately he didn't dare to sneak into the human military after all, and only by observing from a distance, what he learned was only superficial.

At this moment, facing the absolute military coercion of the alliance, Thrall finally made a decision.

"Stand back! The Alliance is right. Compared to the hatred between the Horde and the Alliance, these demons who may destroy the entire world are our real enemies. Don't forget how the demons tricked the orcs into drinking those damned of demonic blood!"

Thrall's prestige, as well as his infectious words, immediately diverted the attention of the orcs.

The devil and the alliance are enemies on both sides, at least the alliance is aboveboard.

Thrall turned his head to the Alliance Colonel and said, "My warhammer cannot be handed over casually. Come to a general who is worthy of holding this warhammer. We will hand it over one-on-one."

"it is good."

Not long after, Rivendell and Thrall stood three meters apart in front of the two armies, looking at each other.

"I'm……"

Before Rivendell finished speaking, Thrall spoke: "I understand the common language of mankind."

Rivendell said seriously: "Very well, I am Orix Rivendell, Lieutenant General of the Alliance and Earl of Colin, and I will receive your [Doom Hammer]."

"I hope you will abide by the agreement." What else could Thrall say?
Man is a knife, I am a fish!

"The promise of the alliance is far more important than life!"

Rivendell took out a magic box, which was filled with frost element magic gems. After opening, Thrall put the [Doom Hammer] in despite the facial muscles twitching.

Thrall still joked: "What if the tribe abides by the agreement?"

"At least the alliance will send you back your hammer before the official war begins."

The relationship between the two camps is nothing more than that.

Who knows, if the hammer and the bombs dropped will reach the orcs at that time.

After a brief handover, Thrall looked at Rivendell backing away in a daze, and then gestured. Immediately, the alliance's tank troops began to rumble back, making way for a 500-meter-wide passage.

Thrall and the others almost had to bite the bullet, driving the war wolf through it.

"Will the alliance..." Varok was a little worried.

Thrall shook his head: "There is no need for the alliance to do such dirty things, at least not now. They will abide by the rules they set. That is the foundation of their alliance."

What happened next was far from pleasant.

The alliance split up, more than a hundred tanks, and a group of trucks carrying soldiers followed Thrall's troops, sending them all the way to the crossroads.

Even though Thrall joined the orc army at the crossroads, he still didn't feel at ease.

The mere 500 troops here really couldn't give him any sense of security.

The most embarrassing thing is that he and the orcs regard the barren land as the territory of the tribe, plant flags everywhere, and come to enclose the land with wolves.The emergence of the Alliance Tank Force has undoubtedly shattered their illusions.

The alliance's tank force may not be perfect. Thrall saw at least three tanks break down along the way and suddenly couldn't run.

It does not matter!

The alliance sent a tank at random, and it could drag another tank away. They didn't slow down all the way, and escorted the orcs to the River of Fury, which separated the Barrens and Durotar, before stopping and camping. Watching the mouth of the river where the river can be crossed.

Thrall, who returned to Orgrimmar, was not at all happy about the arrival of his compatriots from [Iron Horde].Although the orc shaman named [Sadana*Bloodfury] looked very strong, Thrall didn't dare to give too much hope.

It is a good thing to have reinforcements. After knowing the history and knowing that these so-called reinforcements are beaten by the alliance every time, it is not fun.

Thrall gave her enough respect, but as soon as the meeting was over, Varok, Vol'jin and other cronies were invited to discuss one matter.

"I'm worried that Orgrimmar won't be able to hold. If our new city will be breached by humans at any time, then we must consider moving the capital, and put the capital in the inland area, at least away from the coastline."

"This..." the chiefs were worried.

Just when Thrall was considering launching Plan B, the night elves' pursuit of the Scourge fell into a dilemma.

Facts have proved that when the undead started to play tunnel warfare, the level of slapstick was far beyond Tyrande's imagination-the entire western region of Azshara was covered with criss-crossing underground caves.

The advancement on the ground is meaningless. Often, if the advancement is less than five kilometers, various backyards will catch fire.

The elite squads of the Scourge will avoid meat shield units such as mountain giants and ancient trees of war, and specialize in sneak attacks from behind. One breaks out of the ground, often following the Lich's [Shadow Arrow Rain].

Tyrande was almost mad with anger.

(End of this chapter)