Stratholme God

Chapter 632 Want an explanation? (1 more)
As long as the tribe wants to go to sea here, even a sampan must be monitored by Feathermoon Fortress.

Especially after it was confirmed that the tribe established its capital here, the alliance mobilized hundreds of cannons.

The veterans who had experienced the Battle of Quel'Thalas swore on their chests that those cannons would definitely cross the strait and bombard the coastal areas.As for where it can be played, only the top management of the alliance knows.

Even Thrall can only hope that the Alliance's artillery shells will not fly over the 80-kilometer mountainous area and land in the city of New Orgrimmar (Dire Maul) in the center of the region.

The problem is that the alliance can block the road with giant steel ships at any time like today.

There is no way, leaving aside the two isolated islands of Feather Moon Fortress and Isle of Terror, the entire Feralas region looks like a wolf with its tail raised on the map.

The Shuangta Mountain area is the 'Wolf Tail' on the map.

When Feathermoon Fortress was blocked, the narrow mountain road between New Orgrimmar and Twin Towers was immediately blocked, and the connection with Desolace was cut off on the spot.

Thrall and the others had to rush, riding a wyvern desperately to catch up, and it took more than an hour to arrive.

As soon as he flew over the sky near the west coast, Thrall was stunned.

Looking from a distance, there is a giant steel ship parked a short distance away from the entire sea level.

These steel behemoths on the sea can be as long as [-] meters at every turn, and just a few of them can fill up the Valley of Heroes in New Orgrimmar.

Those thick black metal pipes pointing obliquely to the sky exude a fierce light of death.

Thrall, who had seen the power of human artillery with his own eyes, couldn't imagine what a terrifying scene it would be when all the artillery was fired.

Presumably, all the orc settlements on the west coast would be razed to the ground in an instant.

Thrall looked back and saw the same worry in Vol'jin's eyes.

He made a gesture, and the crowd and personal guards descended immediately.

To monitor Feathermoon Fortress, the orcs built a small fortress on the coastline.

In fact, it wasn't too small. It was just a five-story brick and stone bunker with an area of ​​no more than 100 square meters, equipped with wooden arrow towers every [-] meters by the sea.

When Thrall descended, he could even see how the sentinel's expression changed—from a crying expression to a forced smile.

How ridiculous it must be!

"Commander! What's going on!?"

Because there has been no war with the alliance for several years, only a thousand-man regiment is deployed here.

"Report to the Warchief, the Alliance fleet approached at night. As soon as the morning mist cleared, we found out that something was wrong. Immediately notify Orgrimmar with wolf smoke." The commander did his duty: "All our soldiers have assembled. In the past, we had to step over our dead bodies first."

"Good job!" Thrall could only encourage so much.

It's a pity that ordinary loyal soldiers are meaningless in front of artillery unless they enter the hero realm.

Regarding this matter, Thrall just felt fucked, the alliance mobilized so many giant ships, and none of the spies he arranged in various ports of the alliance reported back.

He felt that all the manpower and material resources he invested were fed to the dogs.

In fact, Thrall scolded himself.

Not to mention him, even all the leaders of the alliance don't know where McDonald's fleet surrounded Feralas came from.

Because the Alliance never mobilized for war.

Under normal circumstances, a battleship usually has [-] generals. According to visual inspection, there are nearly [-] large and small ships here, which means at least [-] generals.

Such a large-scale mobilization cannot be concealed from the tribe's hidden spies.

But these ships came in an abnormal way!
McDonald pissed off Sargeras, and the system finally gave him nearly a hundred [Dementia Rubik's Cube].

Over the years, steel, oil and other materials have been stockpiled in Jinjian Port, and what is missing is the Rubik's Cube.

With the Rubik's Cube in place, dozens of warships jumped out of Jinjian Port overnight.

You know, according to the normal process before, the entire alliance can only produce two battleships, three cruisers, and twenty destroyers a year.

Most of them are still produced in Kul Tiras, and a small part is built by the northern coastal shipyard of Lordaeron and Stormwind Harbor, which were completed last year. However, Golden Sword Port does not have a large shipyard in the true sense, nor does it have a large number of shipbuilders. Well, the Sarpai people were right to stare at these places before.

Saar suddenly met Mai Mouken, the suzerain of the Fenglingyueying (Modifier) ​​sect, and he was not wronged at all.

Seeing such a grand military force of the alliance, Thrall felt like a Spartan.

Fortunately, the alliance didn't torture the hearts of these big shots for long, and soon sent the first wave of envoys.

The other party was sitting in a small boat with strange power, splashed a large string of water splashes on the sea, and flew towards him.

"Don't attack!" Thrall looked at the alliance flag on the opposite side and ordered in advance.

Sure enough, on the simple wooden pier built by the tribe, an alliance captain Shi Shiran disembarked from the ship and spoke fluent orc language to the extremely vigilant orc guards: "I am the alliance captain XXX, and I represent my boss, Da Major General Rian Mograine conveys the alliance's announcement!"

As soon as Thrall heard it, he ignored the dissuasion of the guards, walked out of the fortress on the shore, and strode forward: "I am the chief of the tribe Thrall! If you have anything, you can tell me directly."

The captain stared at Thrall and looked up and down a few times: "The specific matters will be communicated by General Darian, who is the special envoy of the alliance. Remember, he is the special envoy of the alliance. If he cannot return to the fleet safely tonight, it will be regarded as It's the alliance's declaration of war!"

The words choked the chiefs to death.

The cerebral thrombus mutated by Brain Remnant Roar couldn't hold it anymore, and there were signs of a brain hemorrhage that would directly push the valley to the top.

"you……"

The tauren chief Kane* Bloodhoof, who was almost walking behind Thrall, grabbed Brain Howler, only to be thrown away by Brain Howler.

"Darian?" Vol'jin was a little puzzled.

On the contrary, Thrall, who has been in the human world, is more clear: "He is the only surviving son of Duke Alexandros Mograine, an important minister under MacDonald. He is now an earl and will inherit the Tirisfal Forest in the future. An old Lordaeron fiefdom. Calculated, he is also a very important figure in the alliance."

Sending such a person as an envoy is enough to show that the alliance attaches great importance to this incident.

At the same time, it was a bit weird.

About an hour later, under the protection of four destroyers, the alliance allowed a torpedo boat with a very shallow draft to dock.

Even for this seemingly small speedboat, when it approached the tribe's wooden pier, the pier still made an overwhelmed creaking sound, making one wonder if the pier would fall apart in the next second.

Fortunately, the tribe's buildings look rough, but the quality is quite impressive.

Thrall watched silently in the fortress, Darian who was surrounded by hundreds of knights came down to him.

"Good day, Lord Chief Thrall."

"Hello! General Mograine. The alliance suddenly invaded our tribal territory. I hope the alliance can give an explanation that can be accepted by all tribal chiefs!" Thrall's words were soft but hard!

(End of this chapter)