Stratholme God

Chapter 631: Coming to Feralas

"hiss--"

The audience was uniform and took a deep breath.

This is not a gasp, it's pure admiration!
The horror of Archimonde is still imprinted in the minds of the heroes of the Battle of Mount Hyjal, and has never been forgotten for a moment.

If it were any other person, he wouldn't dare to say that he was sure that he could beat Archimonde to death.

Rao is the briefing given by McDonnell after his return, saying that he went back to the War of the Ancients 1 years ago, but facing the demon king Sargeras, this is still beyond everyone's imagination.

Kaizi bowed in awe, and humbly said, "In the records of my grandfather Dath'Remar* Sunstrider, there was a mysterious strongman who gave Sargeras a powerful blow and knocked him out of this world... ..."

McDonnell turned over his palm, and a badge of a blazing sun symbol appeared in his palm.

"Ah—" Kaizi exclaimed in surprise, "The hero who saved my grandfather and all the clansmen back then was you, the lord!?"

McDonnell smiled and nodded slightly: "It's just a coincidence."

In the next second, not only him, but also the four Windrunner siblings, Solanlian, Calpurnia, Liadrin, and Valeera as guards, and all elves from high elves, one counts as one , all worshiped on the ground.

They have already figured out the cause and effect.

Although it sounds nonsense, but going back to the past and making time form a circle, this kind of thing is understandable as long as you have enough IQ.

It is no exaggeration to say that McDonald is the great benefactor of the high elves.

Without McDonnell saving their ancestors when they rescued Tyrande, there would be no later high elves, let alone the so-called blood elves today.

If you change your race, if you talk about old news from 1 years ago, most of you will not admit it.

The high elves are different, this is what happened three or four generations ago.Their long lives allowed them to hear this true story from their elders.

Looking at this badge, Kaizi was the most moved.

Tears welled up in his eyes, and he was relieved from the bottom of his heart.

Among so many elves, he is actually the one with the most pressure.

"Bad! How can the noble Quel'dorei serve the short-lived species?"

"You have lost your grandpa's face!"

"Sin'dorei? Bah! Is this your way of revenge?"

Not every high elf can be relieved from the glory of the past, so they chose the road of self-reliance, or self-exile.

Although McDonnell has not forced him and his men to die in recent years, he always feels that he is pressing up and down, and the two sides are not elves.

Unexpectedly, McDonald has the ability to take out this.

Ha ha!

In the future, Kaizi can make a lot of sense when he goes out - I take refuge in Lord Stratholme because the Lord is the great benefactor of all of us Quel'dorei, without him, our ancestors would have died in Azshara.

That's right!Even if Kaizi had knelt down a long time ago, he still needed a reason for him to succumb to the name!
Everything forms a perfect closed loop!

Just thinking about it, McDonald knows that the loyalty of these long ears has finally become [worship].

After a trip, it took more than three years, it seems that everything is worth it.

He could not wait to see Dath Remar, but Dath Remar's grandson, Kael'thas, was his base, so he couldn't move after all.

McDonnell can imagine what it will be like when the news spreads.

At least feed a large number of bards!
McDonnell arranged a lot of things. This night, the entire alliance and even the tribe on the opposite side were extremely shocked.

The feelings of the tribe are more intuitive.

All kinds of information from their intelligence agencies flew like snowflakes.

Varok Saurfang watched Thrall turn over the large stack of parchments, and his heart ached just to see Thrall and Vol'jin working without sleep.

Thrall put down a stack of information and sighed: "I used to think that the alliance was terrible. Unexpectedly, when McDonald returned, the entire alliance was like a giant awakened from a deep sleep, and began to show its brutality."

Varok said in a deep voice: "Great Chief, I have already asked the chiefs below to prepare for the battle."

Wojin interface: "However, if you can not fight, it is best not to fight. Chief, I must remind you that our tribe has a great chance of losing."

Thrall was silent for a few seconds and nodded heavily: "I know. Unless our old friend can send unexpected reinforcements, we have no chance of winning."

"Hmph! Isn't it just that the Alliance has taken up the most fertile land!" Brainless Roar sulked.

Thrall's cheek muscles twitched: "That's right! Don't forget, your fathers and I tried hard to conquer those lands, but they failed. Now that they have proved themselves in the trials of blood and fire We are stronger! Then this is a matter of course!"

This time it's the turn of the brainless to yell that the whole person is not well.

No problem!

Who the hell told you orcs to lose all the two Dark Portal battles.

Can't beat others, can't grab the territory, who is to blame?

Don't you blame you orcs?
Brainless Roar became even more depressed, and said angrily: "We should go to war with the Alliance! Kill all the Alliance dogs!"

Thrall found himself increasingly unable to control the son of an old friend who had forgotten his age.

However, Garrosh represents most of the new generation of orcs.These orcs were either new to the world, or unhappy with previous defeats.

The worst part is that their understanding of the league is still almost ten years ago.

The information sent back by the tribal spies was regarded as fantasy by them.

Thrall was really choked: "Our soldiers are no match for the Alliance in terms of quantity and quality, so what are we going to fight?"

Feeling that he was not welcome among the chiefs, Garrosh became even more angry, crossed his arms and fell silent.

Volkin suggested rationally: "We must increase technology and enhance our military strength. And... I hope the alliance will suffer another catastrophe. Otherwise, it will be difficult for us to bridge the gap between the two sides."

Thrall and Vol'jin set their sights on the Tanaris Desert in the south of the Kalimdor continent at the same time.

There is a race there, and it has been a bit miserable recently...

That's right, goblins!
Although the upright orcs and tauren don't like these short and shameless races, Thrall has always been greedy for the goblin's high technology.

At this moment, a messenger suddenly broke in.

"Report to the chief, the alliance has suddenly increased its troops to Feathermoon Fortress! Giant ships! Countless giant ships have arrived on the west coast of Feralas!"

"What?" Thrall was shocked.

A group of tribal bosses hurriedly mounted the Wyvern and rushed to the west almost in a hurry.

Facts have proved that Feralas is not a very good place.Opposite the Twin Towers Mountain in the west of the area is Feathermoon Fortress.

Not only has this night elf fortress been built for over a thousand years, its location is also extremely important.It is located on an island three kilometers off the west coast.

(End of this chapter)