Stratholme God

Chapter 504 Thrall's Hole Card

Mountain giant?He punched a child fiercely.

Ancient War Tree?The Burning Legion specialized in demolition for 1 years.

But you can't stop it!
Fandral *psychopath* Buckhelm has come up with a really crazy plan.

Even this plan to kill [-] enemies and injure [-] would need to weaken Archimonde's physical strength enough.

Believe it or not?This is a very big bet!
Gritting his teeth, Tyrande still decided to withdraw the third ordinary night elf troops.

While handing over the army to Shandris, Tyrande approached McDonald and his party with his personal guards.

Tyrande got off the white tiger and stood in front of MacDonald, looking at each other, she asked very solemnly: "Your Excellency Stratholme, may I ask, is the alliance really willing to gamble everything with the night elves?" To fight side by side against the nightmares of this world?"

"Archimonde? World nightmare? He's not worthy." McDonnell curled his lips contemptuously, and shouted in Salas: "At least an ancient god like N'Zoth."

"No, I'm serious, please answer my question." Tyrande took a step forward and drew closer to each other, almost touching the tip of McDonald's nose.

McDonnell was not used to this so-called 'distance in love', especially, he never thought of being Tyrande's dried banana.At this distance, if you poke your mouth on either side, the painting style will be completely crooked.

It’s so hard to die, what McDonnell thinks of at this moment is the scene in Zhou Xingye’s "Tang Bohu Spots the Mosquito Incense", where Xingye and [opposing the wall] poke their mouths in the air...

His eyes drifted away for a moment, and his deep black pupils refocused, resisting the urge to destroy the atmosphere.

"What else do you want to test?" McDonnell shrugged: "If Archimonde can't die here, then I'll die with you, right?"

The seemingly frivolous words contained great determination.

Interestingly, it was Tyrande who felt that a soft spot in his chest had been poked instead.

She suddenly realized that McDonald was really going all out.

It's just that she was impulsive and made the distance so close, but she thought wrongly: God!What am I thinking?How can I ruin McDonald's determination of "make or break"?

Before she could speak, McDonnell endured the strange gazes cast by his subordinates from all directions, and added.

"Isn't that enough?" He spread his hands: "All the kings and lords of the alliance are here. If we all die in battle, the alliance will lose all its leaders. If you feel that this is not sincere, our alliance There is nothing to say."

McDonnell took a half step back with a smile, and introduced the big players in the alliance around him to Tyrande.

Tyrande was taken aback. Earlier, McDonald just said that these were the strongest players in the alliance, and didn't even introduce who was with whom in detail.

After a second thought, she understood.

In this regard, the alliance's organizational system is similar to that of the night elves, basically the one who can fight the most is the boss (everyone who can't fight is killed).

This is to prevent the Horde from causing trouble. After all, the orcs used to be the guns of the Burning Legion, and if the Alliance invests in all the strong men, if they are backstabbed, it is really not fun.

After the introduction, it was Tyrande's turn to apologize: "It's a presumptuous language! On behalf of Goddess Elune, I would like to say sorry to everyone."

Flower sedan chairs are carried by everyone.

The opponent played the Goddess card, so the alliance naturally wouldn't embarrass Tyrande.

In the final analysis, McDonnell's one-handed running is too good, no, it's a retreat.

After the alliance and the dark elf heroes met, Thrall arrived late with a few younger brothers.

So alive, Sal said the same thing as McDonald.

Although Thrall is sincere and willing to prove that the Horde also wants to protect the world of Azeroth, but the same words are said by different people, or the second time, his words of determination are loud in Tyrande's ears. Discounted.

"Thank you for the support of the Horde! Let us put aside our previous suspicions and work together!" Tyrande smiled like a politician.

"Okay!" Thrall hesitated: "Yes, I wonder if we can get treatment support when we face Archimonde later?"

"Our Archdruid Fandral* Buckhelm will take care of you."

Thrall didn't know yet that he was going to be taken care of by the future flame druid, so he was secretly happy.

There is no way, the occupations of the bosses in the tribe are too single.

warrior!

Including Thrall himself, all of them are warriors, whether they are defense wars, violent wars, or weapon wars, and only Wojin can be a cameo remote.

Thrall has foreseen that the pure chopper team will be difficult to play.

But he can't help it!
Looking at the alliance, the battle, law, animal husbandry, thief, hunter, and cavalry are all complete, and it is still an all-star lineup, and Thrall feels a burst of envy.

Alas, the night elves and the heroes of the tribe combined, the number is less than half of that of the alliance, so it's an exaggeration.

The dark elf withdrew from the third formation, and directly placed the decisive battlefield in the open space on the top of the mountain opposite the World Tree.

Although Mengde's long-distance running is fast, it still takes some time to run from the foot of the mountain along the curved mountain road for ten kilometers.

This lineup of heroes, who don't know whether they have their own ghosts or not, is unbalanced at first glance.

There are too many heroes in the alliance, which is the core of the game.

Fighters: Magni, McDonnell (in theory), Arthas.

Mage: Kaizi, the Big Three of Blood Essence, Jaina, Ronin, Calpurnia, Solanian.

Pastors: Benedictus, Kalia.

Thieves: Valeera, Van Cleef and his daughter.

Ranger (Hunter): Three Windrunner Sisters, Lor'themar and Brian* Bronzebeard.

Knights: Silver Four Saints, Lao Mo, Abedis, Bolvar
There is also a non-staff Falstad * Wildhammer, he is the air knight.

In the league alone, a 25-man team can bring more substitutes, and there is also a panacea profession like paladins who can play and carry milk, which is very balanced no matter how you look at it.

The night elves have no melee combat except for Fandral* Erwuzi Silly Helmet.

The tribe is all choppers.

Regardless of whether the other two are willing or not, they can only focus on the alliance.

Normally it goes like this...

Thrall didn't expect that when Archimonde's exaggerated figure with a height of ten floors bypassed the mountain pass and appeared on the mountain top plateau, the guy who was originally a trump card in his hand rushed out.

"No! Wait!"

The hero of the Iron Horde this time, let's just call it a hero, is a very twisted existence.

Thrall has been using it indiscriminately, because the messenger from the future Iron Horde has repeatedly told him that this guy has a bad mind, and once he is released, he will follow the other side until he dies.

Since it lacks sufficient intelligence, it may not be able to be recovered after it is released, so Thrall dare not use it in retreat battles or the like.

Now that it was taken out, Thrall immediately regretted it.

This super monster whose left arm was chopped off and replaced with a big iron hook was the King of Gron [Dragon Slayer Gruul] who should have been famous in Draenor.

For some reason, the Iron Horde sent it in as a minor character.

Then as soon as this guy saw Archimonde, he went straight to kill him, and Radu couldn't hold him back.

(End of this chapter)