Stratholme God

Chapter 718 The Orcs of Another World
Damac touched his war pet, and his loud voice made the ears of others buzz: "What if the alliance resists, or attacks us?"

Before Thrall could answer, Garrosh beside him suddenly shouted, "Then crush them!"

"Wait! I'm the great chief of the tribe!" Thrall, who had always been gentle, showed a rare domineering expression. He opened his mouth wide to make his fangs look more ferocious.

The expression that seemed to be going into a rage and killing people in the next moment suppressed the brainless roar in an instant.

"you……"

"Either Mak'Gora, defeat me in the presence of all fellow orcs; or shut up!"

Nao Canhou's neck seemed to be plucked violently by two toilet sticks, one on the left and one on the right, and it was so bulging that it became two huge tumors.

The two sides confronted each other for a full ten seconds, until Brainless Roar finally turned his head unwillingly under the cold eyes of the chiefs of the audience, even locked on by killing intent.

"Tell me, Garrosh Hellscream, what is your identity?"

"I am the Chieftain of the Warsong Clan." The voice of the brainless growl lowered.

"Then who am I?"

"You are the great chief of our tribe." The voice became deeper and deeper, and even anyone could hear the undisguised sullenness.

But Thrall didn't care.

"Very well, this matter is over, and no one is allowed to mention it again!"

Thrall turned his head and stared at Damac earnestly: "My people will show you how terrifying the alliance's weapons are. If you still think you can win the fight after seeing it, then go ahead and fight."

"Understood. Great Chief." Damac stared at the cowardly brainless and roared, then bowed deeply to Thrall and stepped back.

After a while, most of the chieftains withdrew, leaving only Varok and Vol'jin.

Thrall looked at the tide of orcs outside the window, sighed suddenly, and said to his back, "Vol'jin, I've made you laugh."

"Great Chief, it's your hard work." Vol'jin bowed.

"I once hoped that when our tribe and the human-led alliance could understand each other, we would coexist peacefully in this world. Now that I think about it, I was still too naive. The goodwill we released was not enough to make up for the orcs who committed crimes in the Eastern Kingdom. The crime of killing and the pain. And the Horde does not have enough power to deter the increasingly powerful Alliance."

Wojin thought about it: "Although this will be very dangerous, dignity is indeed achieved, not tolerated."

"Sigh, the world's test for the alliance is too weak, and their leader is too strong." Thrall recalled the face that still felt too young, still feeling incredible.

If it were him standing on the standpoint of human beings, he really couldn't think of any possibility of breaking the situation.

It was in the face of McDonald, who seemed to be trustworthy and righteous, but was actually aggressive behind the scenes, that Saar felt helpless.

Doesn't he understand that the sudden introduction of a large number of foreign aid will weaken his prestige and control as the Great Chief?
Of course he understands.

But he had no choice.

His forbearance was exchanged for the alliance's aggressiveness, which made him lose points in the eyes of ordinary orcs who believed that force was everything and did not give up.

If the alliance changes to an older leader, maybe Thrall will still want to kill the opponent.

McDonnell is not much older than him, and his military layout is more sophisticated, so why does Sal wait?
Thrall was willing to wait, but never to sit still.

This is Thrall's choice!

On November 11, the Alliance received reports of tribal incursions at the same time at the tree-shaded fortress and the newly built crossroads fortress in the barren land of Kalimdor, as well as the Golden Sword Port in the southern Tanaris Desert.The Stonetalon Mountains next to Ashenvale also received reports of a large number of orc infantry entering the mountains.

On the tower of the tree-lined fortress, Rivendell watched the smoke and dust rising in the distance through the binoculars, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

That's right!

The tribal army is at its peak.

There are tens of thousands of orc soldiers who seem to be moving metal thorns, and there are also huge and thick strange chariots, which are not easy to mess with at first sight.

Of course, the painting style is still the same.

"Oooo!"

"Lok'tar—"

I don't know how many orc warriors held bloody... boar heads!

That's right, when these tribes came out of Feralas and passed through the southern part of the barren land, they slaughtered the wild boars who rushed out of Razor Heights to make trouble.

Large wild boars can be more than two meters tall, and ordinary wild boars are about 1.5 meters tall.Their biggest feature is that they are strong and their brains are not very good.

Originally, if the alliance did not retreat, these wild boars would rush to the alliance's position as soon as they went out.

As soon as the league forward left, these guys with no sense of direction immediately lost their way in the middle of nowhere.

Maybe that Nathanos guy was counting on these bastards to do harm to the Alliance military, and when they had a brain twitch, it was all gone.

Unexpectedly, they would be slaughtered by the new tribe passing by.

This has to be said to be an irony.

Ouch, the soul of Agamaggan, the boar god, is crying!
"Pfft." A knight beside Rivendell couldn't help laughing.

Unexpectedly, he was slapped on the helmet by Rivendell: "Why are you laughing!?"

The generals below suddenly fell silent.

"This is called [killing chickens to warn monkeys], and the tribe is threatening us."

"Then what should we do? Has the report of the declaration of war come down?" the deputy asked.

"Not yet." Rivendell shook his head: "I have been ordered by my lord not to fire the first shot."

"It's really aggrieved." A knight muttered in a low voice.

Rivendell gave the young knight a blank look: "Stinky boy, you know nothing. My lord has led troops to fight for ten years, and won every battle, which is why he has the title of [Alliance God of War]. Follow my lord, never Don't miss it."

The young man also panicked: "No, I, that...is..."

"Needless to say, if my guess is correct, these muscular idiots are the life of cannon fodder. My Lord is even reluctant to let these idiots die under our cannons."

……

The picture of the invasion of the Horde army was of course simultaneously transmitted to every leader of the Alliance Throne Council.

In the fortress of Stratholme City, McDonnell turned his head, took a bite of the peeled grapes offered by Kalia, and took a sip of warm tea.

Then he caught a glimpse of Queen Xi who was sitting with her back to him, as if she was sulking.

McDonnell didn't like her.

He didn't even figure out what he and Queen Xi were.

Instead, Tyrande's communication came: "Where did the tribe get a hundred thousand soldiers?"

"From another world."

In a sense, the Horde is also a trick.Even according to the original history, how many orcs can escape from the cage of Gerhold Castle?

several thousand?Ten thousand?It is impossible to have millions of prisoners.Who can afford this?

All the way west across the Great Sea to Kalimdor, that's all there is to it.Then, a [Burning Crusade] immediately joined the orcs in Draenor's hometown, and their population and strength all went up at once.

(End of this chapter)